Pixie Dust To Help Me Fly (One Direction Fan Fic)

Olivianne Seasame has a fairly normal life.

She goes to school, she studies for test, she meets rude teachers. She has the same annoying high school like every normal person.

Like any teenage girl, she has crushes and get celebrity crushes.

She is immature, stubborn and of course, she is very very childish.

She still loves Disney like a 3 year old. She still watches Disney movies and cries and laughs and freaks out over Disney things.

But after her 8th grade graduation, she starts having breathing problems. she gets moments where she can't breath.

Finally, in 10th grade, her mom decides to get her an X-Ray to she what she has.

The Doctor gives the family news that no one should hear.

Olivianne has Lung Cancer and she is Terminal.

She now is convinced that she is going to die in about 5 years.

She is given 10 wishes, 10 last things she can do before she dies.

One of those wishes changed her life, forever.

That one wish get her to meet the perfect love story everyone woul


2. Chapter 2: One Step Closer.


A/N: Please Read!

Ah! I truly think the first chapter was not as good as planned.

Comment please!

Guess what song this verse is from! :) 



Chapter 2: One Step Closer.


This morning was not like any other.

Doctor Pare had planned this a week ago. When I last had my asthma attack. After my 8th grade graduation, my breathing hadn't been the same. I couldn't breath deeply or relaxed. It always too most that one try to breath deeply. To top it of recently I've been having asthma attacks. My ankle was healed. I had gotten blood test 2 years ago, but they detected nothing now today we will check and see what I have. Each time i had an asthma attack, I would black out and have the same dream about the boy calling himself Peter Pan and him healing me.

So much had changed since I was 14, I had grown 3 inches, so I was 5'5. I had became the biggest One Direction fan, I had matured, in a way. I had  longer hair and better style, and obiously I was smarter.

I wore my big black school sweater, saying panthers even though we should be bees since our school colours are black and yellow. I had bleached the sweater so it had brown splats and spots and blobs here and there. I had comfortable back yoga pants. How I love my yoga pants sometimes. I had a red shirt that I sometimes used as a pyjama. Its was the monster from the app on my iPod called Cut The Rope. You had to feed the monster candy. The game was funny. I wore my Uggs, well the fake ones since the real company had the shoes made out of real animal fur, which I completely think is horribly.

It's a cold November morning, snow is just around the corner and excitement is over whelming me. I am possibly the only human who love winter.

I step out of my house and feel the cold air brush against my face and mess my hair. Quickly I try to fix my hair. Yes I absolutely love my chocolate brown hair, it was a bit curly then wavy then puffed, but I had gotten many complements from my pretty hair, so I learned to love it. My mom had taken the day off since it was Wednesday and I had school. But I missed it for my health. Which was like bonus points since I have a Phys. Ed. test today. And I suck at gym class since most of the time I faint from not breathing enough. I've been having chest pain from all the coughing I've been doing, and I worry I might cough up blood or puke.

I walk up to a car and sit in the front seat, and press the heat button to heat up the seat since it's 9 am and my butt is frozen. My mom hops in the drivers seat and starts the car heating it.

 I ask if I can put the radio on and she allows me. On the radio, One Thing plays and I smile and sing along proudly and my mom simply laughs. Sometimes my parents are accepting with my love to One Direction but sometimes I fan-girl to much, well for them it's too much.

Once we got to the hospital, my mom check us in and she went to get a coffee as I waited int he waiting room, playing Angry Birds on my iPod. What seem like 3 hours later, my mom returned and the doctor finally called us in. My fist test was the X-Rays, so they gave me a hospital coat and only let me keep my underwear and socks under the dress. I could feel the cold air from the hospital trail across my back, that was wide opened from the hospital gowns. I had my striped blue and white socks on, reminded me of Louis' outfit that made me smile at the happy thought. My mom smiled at me and she wasn't very worried since I had had plenty of X-Rays done on my before, but I was worried to find out what I had.

I complained about how cold i was to my mom, because we were sitting in cold leather teal blue seat waiting for the doctors to call me in for the X-Rays since they were preparing the machine. My mom shushed me and said to stop worrying. I sigh and played Where Is My Water on my iPod. They finally called me after 20mins.

They brought me in a room with low light and put a gray board on my back which made me shiver. The board looked like a target. The told me to hold my breath, I did. Then there was a camera sound, then to breath and then they made me turn around and hold my breath again. I continued for several minutes. Which went like this: breath in, *camera noise*, breath out, different position, repeat.

Then the brought my out of the room and in too the change room where my mom waited me. They handed me my clothes and said to not wear the sweater, I nodded.

I changed quickly, and my family doctor, Dr.Harper was waiting outside talking to my mom, it seem like they were talking about something very serious. My mom's face was a bit pale and she nodded. They noticed I was there, waiting. 

"Hello Olivianne!" He said clapping his hands together trying to smile, did something bad happen? "Well, while your X-Rays fully come out, you will have a blood test." I gasped and felt my heart stop for a bit. My legs became all wobbly and my head started to hurt, I started to sweat even though it was cold season in Canada. My hands started to tremble and my lip started to quiver and my mouth felt dry. My heart was beating rapidly and my eyes started to sting and tears started to swell up in my eyes. My throat was hurting as I felt that it was closing in and inflate.

You'd think that after almost 2 years, I would have concerned my fear, well your wrong Coraline.

The Doctor led us in a room full of stuff animals. My mom said she would be outside, she didn't want to hear any screaming. He said to pick one out. I up a green bunny and he says that instead of screaming to squeeze the bunny. Well then I might squeeze out the life of this poor bunny, I thought.

He brought me to a white leather chair in the middle of the room and walked over to a yellow bucket. My sweat was now small, soon to be drops of sweat on my forehead. My breathing was so hard and tears slowly when down my face as I watch Dr. come near me with the needle. As he took a step closer, y head became light headed. He said to breath and look at the stuff animals and think about something else, like One Direction, but I couldn't concentrate on anything. 

I held the poor bunny tight and as he came closer with the needle, I noticed I was scream and sobbing "No! I'm too young! No! I'm not ready! I'm just 15 years old!" But, obviously the doctor didn't care. He took a gray elastic band and wrapped it tightly around my right arm, causing me to yelp. 

He said to stop moving. I tried, I seriously did but I could stop my body from kicking him. When I kicked him in the chest he did a ouff noise and stumbled backwards. But when my foot touched his chest the was a metallic thud, he had worn a metal protective gear under his clothes, knowing this would happen. 

I couldn't help but smile at how well he knew me.

I was feeling like I was about to faint and the doctor place my arm in a position and brought the needle close to my arm. I turn my head freakishly, and squeeze the poor bunny's head off. 

Then I go an idea. 

I thought of Peter Pan, the boy from my dreams. I closed my eyes and hopped for the worst as he smiled at me, in my mind. He started to move his mouth to say something and just as he breathing in to talk, a pinch paralyzed my mind, making Peter Pan disappear.

I scream a blood curling, glass shattering, bone shivering, sking tingleling scream.

My Doctor shuddered and pulled the needle out after, what seemed like 300 years. My blood was in a liquid see threw glass tube. I was a dark shade of red, gross. As he was about to clean the hole where the needle had been, I felt like the room was filling with black spots. 

I had fainted.

*After Fainting*

I had just woken up and for the first time I had a fully black dream with only Peter Pan saying "It will be O.K."

I woke up in a hospital bed, not very surprising. My mom was texting someone, I guess my dad.

"Mom," I grumble as I woke up,"What happened?"

"You fainted after the blood test," she answered with little worry. "Oh, and you have been asleep for 3 hours, now that your up, the blood test are coming in 5 minutes." She smiled excitedly as I wiggle my toes.

I was still in my comfortable clothes from earlier. I sat up and stared at the white wall, as I waited for my fate.

There was a knock on the door, and like robots, my mom and I turned our heads to the door. 

Dr.Harper entered the room, his face pale white.

Not good results. 

He coughed, possibly deciding the best way to say the news.

"Hello Olivianne," he said with a poker-face, because he simply couldn't smile, was the news that bad? "You are up, how do you feel?" I shock my shoulders. "Well, your blood test and your X-Rays show that you, I am sorry to say, have lung cancer on your right lung."

My mom bust in too tears and my eyes stung with tears forming slowly.

"Is t-there any thing we  can do?" My mom sobbed.

"No, if there is, we will tell you, but right now the technology hasn't reached that far. You are terminal."

You are Terminal. That will always haunt me.

My mom sobbed louder. She kept whispering "Why?"

"How long do I have until, I, uh, die?" I asked nervously.

"About five years." 5 years? I'll be 20 when I die? We will prescribe you some pain medicine, and since you are a teenager, not all the symptoms of lung cancer. If any thing, a weird feeling, pain or any symptoms happened to you, rush to the hospital and then call me." He handed me the prescription, saying to take the medicine 3 times a day. "You should be getting you mail for cancer tomorrow, I will call you tomorrow for further follow up, but right now all I can suggest is a good night sleep some rest and ice cream" He tried to smile, failing terribly.

I nodded, my hands trembled.

The doctor walk out of the room and I got off the bed and poke my mom, saying, "We have to go tell the news."  My mom nodded sadly.

As we walked out the room, I shut the door.

Once we got to the car, I bust in too tears as my mom tried to hold it together. The car ride was silent, and we when to get and Ice Capp from Tim Hortons. I slurped it while tears streamed down my sad expression planted on my face. 

Once I got home, I decided to go on twitter and look at One Direction photos, to try to animate me.

*Around 3pm*

I decided to go  downstairs to eat an apple, since I was just a little bit hungry, which was rare, usually I ate the whole refrigerator.

I guess I had lost my appetite from the horribly news.

I decided to call my best friend Didi Boo on her cell phone since she was on the school bus right now.

After 3 rings she picked up. 

"Hello," she asked.

"Hi," I mumbled.

"Why such bad mood?"

"I'll make you cry."

"Where were you today?" 

"Hospital, getting blood test to see what I have."

"What happened?"

"I, I.."

"You what?"

"I have freaking lung cancer."I bust in too tears. I could her her and all around her gasp. I was on speaker and my other best friend was with her, Suzy.

"Your lying!" Suzy screamed.

"Why would I lie about cancer? Why am I crying?" 

"Oh no! Will you, erm live? Like, are you terminal?" Ask Didi, obviously but her voice trying to fight back tears, but it was no use.

"Yeah, the Doctor said I'm terminal." I could hear bust of tears. "Call me once you get home, I ave to go now byee my lovelies!" I smiled remembering old memories. I sigh as I hung up the phone.

I decided to lay in my bed under blankets, listen to music and curl in a small ball.

My mom, I think she was talking to my dad on the phone, telling him the news, but right now I don't care.

I hadn't pulled up the curtains so my room was all dark.

As I thought there, I started to cry thinking how my life will be.

My life was normal, healthy. I want to become and anesthesiologist but I wont be able to even finish medical school, so what will I do? Work at McDonald's? What will I do? Is there really something for me to do?

I just stared at in darkness, hoping that in my dreams I'll see Peter Pan again and hopefully speak to him. Because he never says more than 10 words in each dream, and I am determined to change that.

Fortunately, slowly I drifted in too sleep.

I opened my eyes to find my self in a white room Siting on a orange beanbag. Beside me was Peter Pan floating in the air in his green outfit. He was smiling. But then I bust in to tears, going in a ball position. His smile disappeared and he came closer to hug me, but I didn't feel the hug. 

"Who are you? Really?" I whispered, unsure he would answer. 

"My name is...." He said with a accent, that I couldn't distinguish. He shook his head, "Ask me something else, something I can answer."

"Are you real? Does a boy, somewhere in this world?" He nodded, making my heart do jumping jacks. "Will I ever meet you?" 

"When it's the right time, but soon." My heart skipped a beat, one day I would meet him in real life! "Why are you crying?"He ask nervously. 

"Because I found out I have lung cancer, and I'm terminal." He shook his head again. Tears forming in his eyes also. 

"You will live." He said

"How do you know that?"

"Because, after we meet, I will do anything in my power to save you." He smiled show his dimples.



He disappeared slowly saying goodbye and waving at me...







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