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.

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42. Encouragment

Harry's Point of View

"I accept," I boldly accepted Leah's challenge to walk in a straight line. Though, as soon as I put one foot down, I knew I'd fail. One foot after another, I tried my best, but instead of going to the door, I ended up running into a rack full of clothes.

"Haha, I knew it!" Leah laughed.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Leah called, though she was right beside it. The door quickly widened and Louis jumped into the room.

"I thought I heard screaming... are you okay?"

"Yes, Harry was just being silly," Leah replied before I could say anything innocent. I smiled at her, and couldn't help but laugh. Tears were in my eyes from laughing so hard.

"Okay... Harry, Leah, we're going on in five, and then the host wants to talk to Leah about this whole thing," Louis told us as if he were our manager. He shoved his hands in his pocket, and leaned against the wall, kicking the door closed.

"What song are we doing?" Leah asked, as she too, leaned against the wall.

I took my balance by the clothing rack, hoping the wheels couldn't give in to the breaks and slide across the carpeted floor.

"Summer Love," Louis easily replied. "But, instead of the guitar playing, we're going to try it with you playing the flute."

Instantly Leah's face went white. I was happy for her, actually. Why should she be worried? "You'll do great, Leah. Trust me."

"I... I've just never ever played that song, and I haven't seen the music.. .and"

"Hush," I went up to her and put my finger on her lips to silence her. "You will do great. Trust me, Leah. Please, and if you mess up, so will I." I didn't know what I was thinking, but I knew it would make her feel a bit better.

"No..." Her voice trembled.

"Here," I gave her a hug, and kissed her lips. "This one is for goodluck," I kissed her cheek. "This one is because I love you." I kissed her other cheek.

"You'll do fine," Louis patted her back and hugged her. "And if you mess up, I promise that we will make it look like it was meant to be."

"Okay..." Leah slowly shook her head, though I saw that she was shaking a bit.

"Trust me," I told her. "You'll do fine." I held her hand as we walked out of the room, and backstage, where we were to walk in. "Trust me," I whispered once again in her ear as I put in my ear peices. "You'll do great."

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