When 2 become 1 (sequel to When 2 bands collide)

Month 1

~~~Kaylee's POV

It had been a month since the accident. My stomach was growing a little, but it was barely noticeable. I was eager for the results of gender and such. Luckily none of the mood swings or food craving had happened yet. I could tell Niall was anxious for that day. Or week...

Or month.

Emily was in another coma. Liam never left the hospital, and when he did, he looked like...

I can't even describe it.

We were all upset, but he was taking it the worst. I felt so bad for him. He hadn't eaten in forever, his eyes were duller, and he was never into our conversations.

It was Corbyn's birthday. January 4th. Well. It was actually February 1st. We had to have a late party with the commotion and everything. We were going to have this big party kinda like mine. It was in about an hour and I was starving.

"Niall! I'm hungry!" I shout across the empty house. Everybody else was out and about or at the hospital. Niall came rushing into the room.

"What is it? Have the cravings started?" He whines, grumpily sitting on the bed next to where I was laying.

"No. It's just that I haven't eaten all day." I say, he heavily sighs and leans back, shutting his eyes. I clear my throat. "Where is my food?" I ask. He sits up, opening his eyes and leaning towards me.

"Right here." He whispered in my ear before moving to my neck. I laughed and shoved him off of me.

"You sick, sick boy." I say before sitting up.

"I happen to be a man." He protests.

"Mmhm. I'll call you a man when you stop talking and cooing at my stomach." I say, pointing down at it as I head towards the door.

"BUT I LOVE TALKING TO MY FUTURE CHILD CHILDREN!" He wailed as he followed me out the door and down the stairs.

"Well I appreciate that you want them to know their daddy. But you act so childish." I laugh, searching the pantry for food.

"Well then." He says, crossing his arms and pouting like a 5 year old. I roll my eyes and pull out some stuff to make a sandwich.

"Make me sandwich." I state, setting the things on the counter and walking off to the living room, flipping it to a random channel. The door came open and Harry and Louis walked in, a screaming Liam between them.

"No! Let me go back! She needs me!" He said, tears coming down his cheeks as they tried to get him to calm down.

"And you need food. Liam. You haven't eaten in days." Harry said as Niall walked in with a sandwich.

"Here" He says, handing it to me.

"Thanks." I mumble, immediately giving it to Liam who glumly ate it.

"Is she doing any better?" I ask lightly, knowing the subject was harsh for him.

"I don't know. She doesn't look any better; she's not responding any better. It's like she's getting worse." He said, a tear streaking down his cheek, leaving a trail. He hung his head low.

"I'm so sorry Liam." I say, hugging him with one arm. His head came up with tear-filled eyes; he looked around the room before looking at me. He took a shaky breath, opened his mouth, closed it, and then looked me in the eyes.