Austin's POV:

"Please don't leave me," Lani's frail voice mumbled along to the lines of the movie as if she'd watched it a million times. It was cute and oddly it somehow felt like she'd directed the words to me. A smile crept up on my face as I pulled her closer to my chest.

"I never will," I quickly and unexpected mumbled out. Shit, I didn't mean to say that! What if she thought I was crazy, she was only saying the lines of the movie. I placed a gentle kiss on the back of her head trying to cover up what I'd said but it didn't work. She turned to face me with a surprised look on her face but I continued to stare at the screen in front of me as if I had no idea what she wanted. She let out a little giggle letting me know she'd heard what I said but turned back around placing her head back on my chest, letting her blue hair act practically as a blanket it was that long. Not long after she fell asleep and missed the end of the movie, although she didn't miss much because she fell asleep minutes before it ended.

I shook her gently by the shoulders trying to wake her to give her some time to get ready for our set, she hadn't been to a show on tour since before the accident and I thought today was the day to get her there. Her eyelashes batted against her pale skin as she arose from her slumber.

"I only just got to sleep Austin," she groaned trying to roll over.

"You've been in bed all day," I whined, teasing her.

"Where were you anyway?" she quizzed.

"Interview, meet and greet, photo shoot and then lunch with everyone," I explained briefly.

"Everyone?" I nodded in response. "Mike too?" she shuttered at his name.

"Yes," I answered without furthering the conversation but she pushed for more information.

"Dee?" this time I shook my head.

"She uh, she left tour yesterday," I rubbed awkwardly at the back of my neck as she quizzed why and I explained how it was too conflicting for Dee to be on tour with everything she had caused. Her response was a simple "Oh,".

"Did Mike mention me, ask about me or anything?" my stomach clenched. Why did she want to know this?

"Why," I didn't want to tell her that he'd been worry sick about her, I was afraid he'd say sorry and she'd fall for his charm and go running, well rolling, back to him.

"I don't know I just thought maybe he felt bad for what happened because he's never come to say sorry to me," again I didn't want to explain that he in fact had on many occasions tried to apologize to Lani but I'd told him to butt off every time. I let out a sigh knowing I'd have to tell her now that she'd ask.

"Yes he mentioned you today at lunch, in fact every time I see him he mentions you. He misses you, he feels responsible for what happened and he's tried to apologize a million times but every time he'd come to the room I told him you didn't want to see him," I admitted miserably. She managed to roll herself onto her stomach and held her head up with her hands to look at me from beside me on the bed with a confused look on her gorgeously pained face.

"Why would you do that? Did you think maybe I did want to see him, to show him what he's done to me?" her words were cold like ice as she threw them like piercing icicles at me. I nodded looking away from her before answering.

"I didn't want you to forgive him and go back to him," she laughed at my response.

"As if I would! I love you Austin, you, not him," the jealousy left the pit of my stomach as I was relieved by the fact she despised him so.

"Then why do you want to see him?" she shrugged not knowing the answer herself.

"I just want to yell at him a little," she stretched her arms out wide showing how big 'a little' was. I laughed while sitting her up on the bed.

"Well you can yell at him a whole lot tonight at the show you're bound to see him," her eyes widened as I bent down before her.

"I'm going to your show?" she squeaked.

"Yep," I popped the 'p' as she threw her frail arms around my neck. I picked her up from the bed and placed her in her wheelchair before wheeling her into the bathroom for her to get ready. I sat on my phone idling through my instagram feed while I waited for her to complete her hair and make-up but something caught my eye on a photo of hers.

@jesse.ydg_: @austincarlile must get really sick of taking care of your pathetic, trashy ass. maybe if you didn't drink and drive you wouldn't be in this situation and crying for help you selfish little girl!

The comment on Lani's photo made me instantly sick as I typed back a defensive retort.

@austincarlile: @jesse.ydg_: Just so you know I love taking care of Lani and making sure she's okay and recovering quickly! I will stand by her until she can walk again all by herself and further more. Don't call yourself a fan of mine if you're going to put down any of the important people in my life, especially the girl I love. Back off!

I clicked on the little green button that read 'send' that entered my comment to the stream of other fans comments. I then picked myself up from the couch I was lying in and ran to the bathroom to ask Lani why she hadn't told me about the comment. I pushed open the door but before I could mention anything to her I noticed that Lani was no longer in her chair but slouched against the toilet bowl with her head practically in it as she heaved up whatever was in her system. I ran to her side and rubbed her back trying to comfort her although I faced the other direction trying to divert the smell of puke from my nostrils.

"Austin leave me alone I don't want you seeing me like this," she groaned out between heaves.

"I'm here for you," she chucked up some more, "Whats wrong can you come to the show tonight?" she nodded as she pulled back from the bowl and wiped her mouth against her bare arm.

"I'm sure it's nothing, something I ate probably," she gripped at her stomach as it cramped brushing off the illness but I couldn't help but think she didn't eat yesterday. I looked back from the chair and realized she'd gotten herself out of it and all the way to the toilet making me forget about her mysterious illness.

"Lani?" she groaned back in response, "How'd you get out of your chair?" she laughed.

"I just pushed up a little and practically dived to the toilet and crawled until I reached it," she chuckled thinking about it.

"You should have called me," I grimaced.

"I didn't have that much time," she told me. "Anyway can you pass me my dress over there, I'll brush my teeth and then I'll ready," I hadn't really looked over her before but she practically was ready, her faded blue hair was tied up in a neat ponytail and her eyes were dark with a shimmering eye shadow. I grabbed the red plaid dress from next to the sink and slipped it over her head and through her arms over her before naked body.

"Help me into my seat?" I did as she asked without a word and placed her tiny black ballet flats that were on the floor onto her feet. She contently brushed her teeth and then I rolled her into the bedroom so we could talk a little before we left.

"Feeling better?" I worried and she nodded her head yes.

"Probably got it all out of my system, could've been nerves from the show or seeing Mike or something," she pondered.

"From comments on your instagram?" I digged for information. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"You saw?" I nodded yes, "That wasn't what made me sick though Oli assured me that they were wrong last night anyway," she tried to brush it off but I believed her, she wouldn't let that get to her to the point of being sick.

"She is wrong, I love being there for you," her smile beamed at my words, "Oh and you look gorgeous tonight by the way," I complemented her. She looked down at herself in the wheelchair and fumbled with the hem of the dress.

"Oh this old thing, it's nothing. I just thought since we've gone from freezing cold in NZ to this extreme summer I'd whip out something that wouldn't make me melt to death at the show," she laughed at herself. I gazed at all her beauty and wondered how I became so lucky to have such a beautiful girl be the source off all my happiness.

"Lans," she hummed at my call for her attention, "do you think you'll ever realize that you're too good for me and leave?" I asked and instantly regretted it as I watched her eyes sadden.

"Never," she whispered reaching out for my hand. She squeezed it tightly and then leaned forward placing a heart melting kiss on my lips. "You're too good for me," she whispered but I didn't reply because we were interrupted by Tarni banging at the bedroom door.

"Time to go lovebirds!" she giggled at her super unfunny joke. I pushed myself up from the bed and wheeled Lani out to the room where everyone complimented her dress.

"You look gorgeous!" Tarni played with her hair as she walked alongside the wheelchair.

"Too bad you smell like puke," Tino gagged.

"Hey shut up!" Lani defended herself weakly but I couldn't help but laugh at Tino's repeated gagging noises.

"You know what this means," Tarni winked at me. I shook my head confused by what she meant.

"Lani and Austin sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love then comes marriage then comes Austin pushing a baby carriage," she hinted. My heart skipped a beat scared that she could be right.

"I'm not pregnant!" Lani yelled in defense.

Everyone bombarded her with questions the whole way in the car to the venue like 'how do you know for sure?' and 'did you use protection?'. The questions kept coming from the guys and Tarni while I sat silently deviling in my own thoughts until Lani snapped backstage in the change rooms.

"I'm not pregnant and I'm one hundred percent sure because I can not have children!" the room became silent. As bad as it sounds relief filled my body, I would love to be a father but I wasn't ready right now but my stomach also queezed at the thought of the words "I can not have children". What was that supposed to mean exactly?

"You can't?" I stuttered surprised that she'd lied to me about such a huge thing. She said she was on the pill not that she was infertile.

"Yeah like can't because I'm fucking sterile. I will not, can not and wont ever have babies," she cried out in agony of such a thought.

"I guess I came at a bad time to talk to you then Lani," Mike mumbled from the change room door interrupting the discussion. We all looked over at him, his head hung low staring at the ground waiting for a response.

"No not at all, I'd be glad to get away from these dimwits for a while," she spat at us more than she was replying to him.

"Want to go outside for a smoke?" he queried. I narrowed my eyes glaring at him and the jealousy that once disappeared formed once again as she agreed to his proposal.

"I would love to, mind pushing me out there?" she asked. He didn't oblige to guiding her outside in fact he strode proudly across the room and grabbed the handles of the wheelchair before pushing out of the room in front of my eyes.

"So much for not getting sick of me," I mumbled beneath my breath so no once else could hear. I began to follow the two outside but was informed I had to head on stage and I did so without checking on Lani reminding myself that she loved me and would never go back to Mike. Right?

Before we ran out on stage Alan mumbled a thought to me that had me nervous once again.

"I think she's pregnant it would explain the attitude and bitchiness. It'd be the hormones," he planted a seed for thought in my brain as I worried about the thought of trying to raise a child and tour at the same time but I pushed back the thought and ran on stage to perform one of our last shows of this tour.

I'd deal with my problems later.

Notes

So Lani and a possible baby are a problem to Austin? Could Lani realllllly be pregnant?! We'll wait and see! Also sorry for taking so long to update guys!

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