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.


18. Feelings

Leah's Point of View

"We'e going back to London tomorrow," Harry told me a few days later. It was Wednesday afternoon and I had just gotten back from school when the doorbell had rang. I answered it to see Harry, his hands deep in his jean pockets, wearing a hooded sweater which hid his curls.

"Oh..." I thought for a moment. "Do I quit school?"

"No..." Harry replied slowly, making the 'o' last longer then nesecary. "You will get homeschooled... in a way. You just email your teachers all your assignments, and they email you everything you have to do."

Again, I thought of everything planned for the week. No. There was nothing planned. "I don't have any money for the ticket," I thought outloud.

"We already paid for it," Harry said. He looked uncomfortable, and I didn't know why. Yes, I hadn't seen the boys in a few days since they were going around, visiting, and I had school.

"Come on in," I opened the door more, and moved out of the way so Harry could walk in. He looked deeply into my eyes.

"I would love to... but the boys are waiting for me." His head motioned towards the car which they had rented from the airport. It was moving around from side to side. The boys were obviously fighting in it. The engine was still running, as if they had places to be.

"Ohh... mind if I say hi to the boys?"

"Sure," Harry let out a smile. Yes, that was better. We both walked towards the van, I was in barefoot against the cement driveway. Harry opened up door.

"Hey boys," I greeted and smiled. They were all out of their seats piled on top of eachother. I didn't try to think about how they got there.

"Oh... hey, Leah," Liam greeted me. They quickly got up and went back to their seats.

"You boys want to come in? I'll bake some cookies." I knew Niall wouldn't be able to resist the temptation. I watched his face light up.

"Lets go, boys!" He got out of his seat and ran into the house. Without question the other boys followed.


Harry's Point of View

I loved her, I really did. I didn't know how to act around her... and when she asked me to come in, I didn't know what else to say besides no. I didn't want to be rude... I wanted to be friends with her. No, I wanted to be more then friends. But I had to tell her, I had to tell her my feelings towards her. Just not now... no. Now wasn't the right time, especially since according to Niall we were staying for freshly baked cookies.

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