The Flute Player (1)

"Your test results have come back," the doctor said as soon as the door closed. I nervously looked at him, fidgiting.
"And?" My voice was barely audible. I watched him closely as he went behind his desk and to his files. I couldn't see anything in his eyes, his body language didn't suggest anything. I wanted him to hurry. I had a concert to perform in tonight, and I couldn't be late. One Direction was counting on me to play my flute with them.
"I'm sorry, Leah, but the results aren't good." The doctors eyes were sympathetic, and went on to explain the details. I didn't listen. From that moment on, I knew that the dream I was living would come to an end.


31. A date

Leah's Point of View

I looked in the mirror and smiled. Perfect. I was wearing a strapless deep purple dress, which went down to my knees. My hair was slightly curled so it was wavey, and my makeup was perfect. I slipped on my back high heels and headed out of the door. Harry said he had made reservations at a nearby fancy restaurant. Hastily I walked, avoiding the crowds and puddles. I didn't want to draw attention to myself.

I went into the restaurant, and there was a desk up front, where they seated you. A young man in a suit and tie was standing there, playing on his phone. As soon as he saw me he quickly put it in his pants pocket.

"Hello there, miss," He welcomed me.

"Hi, I'm here with my boyfriend. He made a reservation for us for 6 PM." As I said the time, I looked up at the clock, to see it was acutally 6:10. Whoops. I was late. My bad.

"And what name was it under?" The man started typing at his computer.

"Umm..." Great. Harry hadn't told me what name! "If I told you his name, would you be able to tell me?" I asked, behind hopeful.

"Maybe... what's the lucky boys name?"

I looked around to make sure there was no one around who could hear. "Harry Styles," I whispered.

"Okay then, right this way." He nodded his approval, obviously recognizing the name, and led me to a corner where no one was. I could see though, that that was done on purpose. "Here you go, miss. Enjoy." He carelessly threw a menu down on the table as I slid  into the booth, oppisite Harry.

"Thanks." I dismissed the man quickly.

"You look nice," Harry told me with a sparkle in his eye as soon as the waiter was out of earshot.

"Thanks." I blushed and smoothed out my skirt, after putting my purse beside me. I picked up the menu and started looking at the foods. It was no doubt fancy, and looking at the prices I couldn't help but gasp.

"What's that?" Harry asked, and I felt his hand touch my arm. I looked away to see where he was pointing. It was the bruise I had gotten on the plane. It looked nasty.

"Oh... just from on the plane," I easily dismissed it. Warning signs were going off in my head, but I tried to dissmiss them.

"You've got lots of bruises," Harry observed my arms. I ignored him, and turned back to the menu. "What do you do?" Again, I ignored him.

"This stuff is pricey," I tried to change the subject.

"But delicious," Harry approved and went to his menu. Soon, we ordered. I ordered a chicken noodle soup with a side salad and water. Harry ordered a steak with coke.

We talked about nothing significant as we waited for our food to arrive. Mostly, we talked about our past. Mindlessly I filled him in on my days in elementry school and delimma's with friends, and how I started playing flute. I left out one important detail, but it was none of his business. It was my past, and it was part of my past which I wanted to forget about. It was part of my past which I sincerly hoped I could forget about and move on with life...

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