Changes // Why Don't We X Reader

Chapter 8: Made For

Zachs POV

Tour starts tomorrow, we had our delivery of in-ears earlier this morning. There was dozens of bags and suitcases piled up next to the front door of our house and before we left, we all decided to walk into Y/Ns room, looking around the room and sighing before closing the door, walking down the stairs, picking up our bags and closing the door. Then, loading the bags into the trunk of the car. Our tour is going to last 2 months and the Florida show is one month, one month until we can see Y/N if she decides to turn up. We arrived back in LAX and waited for our flight to be called to boarding, I kept a positive mind because touring is always fun and it should keep our mind off of our problems.

Y/Ns POV

I woke up inside the hospital with cables coming out of my limbs and the sound of beeping my ears, threatening to deafen me, I was surprised I could see that there was medicine on two desks beside me, it scared me to think that there was that much medicine in me, but at least I wasn't in pain. There was nobody else in the room but me, I look around hoping to come across someone but with no surprise, I was still alone. That was the worst nightmare I've ever had, maybe it was telling me something, that the boys had forgotten about me, that's why they disappeared. No, no they wouldn't do that. They said that they loved me after all, why would they lie?
I was surprised that there was no nurse or doctor in my room operating on me, I had just collapsed and yet I'm being left here in this uncomfortable bed to suffer. I look down at my stomach and there were bruises I assume from my fall. I look around the room and there was a sign saying 'quarantine' on the door in big bold writing. Why am I in quarantine? There's nothing wrong with me! Next thing I know, 2 doctors wearing hazmat suits are walking towards me after pushing open the door to wheel through a desk-like structure I assume that I will be sitting on. I was unplugged from the machinery, still unaware of what is wrong with me. One of the doctors tested the air with a monitor and it came back as clear, they opened the top of their suits. "I see you've awoken Y/N" one of the doctors expresses to me happily.
"Yeah" I reply cautiously.
"Are you in any pain at all?" He questions me.
"I don't think so? I'm just a bit numb"
"Good, we are going to get you home an.."
"How long have I been here for?" I interrupt the doctor.
"2 weeks dear, your clothes are beside you so we will leave for you to get changed and ready to go home".
"Wait, before you leave, why am I here?" I tilt my head in confusion.
"Oh somebody drugged something you consumed dear, it was very close to killing you actually, you're lucky to be alive. Anyhow, we will see you in a few moments". They close the door and I lose all self control. 2 weeks?! Why did I go into a coma? Second of all, how the HECK did my food get drugged and how did they manage to get away with that? And third of all, where the HECK are the guys, surely they would've been made aware if I was in the hospital? I need them to be here, they promised that they would keep me safe.
I stop myself. I shouldn't be getting mad at them, they have more important things to deal with that doesn't involve my petty life. They have to work on their tour of course... From my jeans, I pull out a photo that August took of me and the boys after I thought he robbed us. I'm surprised that he was willing to take a photo to be honest. I never took it out my back pocket and now, I'm glad I didn't. I stared at the photo and were taken through a journey of memories, from Zach bursting through the house doors screaming about smoothies, to Jack shouting up the stairs to tell me that we were going bowling. Those were the memories that stuck out the most to me and I don't quite understand why.

I stand up from my bed and find it difficult to stand, I fall over to the floor and drag myself up onto the bed. What if this difficulty is going to change my life? Who am I kidding, I'm probably fine. I got changed while sat down on the bed and the doctors walked back into the room a few minutes after. They loaded me onto a stretcher on top of a desk and the next thing I knew I was being wheeled out of the hospital doors and people down the corridors waiting for their relatives stared at me in confusion. To be fair, I would too if I were them. The chairs from my uncles car were moved back to give me more room to sit down after I was moved into a wheelchair then into my seat. "H...h..hey where are we going"
"Home" uncle David said with a stern tone, I don't understand why he was so angry.
We sped down the highway dodging all of the cars that threatened to get into our path. I wasn't quite sure why he was in such a rush to get home, especially with a person that had just come out of hospital barely awake in the back seat. There was so many questions that I have that needed answers. I touch the side of my head and it gives me excruciating pain that travelled down my body.
Eventually, we arrived back at my uncles house, I was placed in the wheelchair and wheeled through the pillar lined grand doors. They brought me down to the basement, down to the lowest post and began to throw me out of the chair onto the floor, leaving me bleeding and bruised.

The maids rush out of the basement and lock the door quickly, forcing me to army crawl across the basement. I heaved, my throat was too dry to form a normal sentence. "I warned you if you left me then there would be consequences, last time you were here, you left me. Don't you remember? Because I remember it vividly Y/N. Consider this a lesson to you. Do as you're told missy". It soon came to me afterwards, Uncle David drugged me. That's why I was in hospital, the sick fucker.

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HERE STARTS THE DRAMAAAA! The next chapters will be switching between your POV and each of the Why Don't We boys' POV of them on tour.