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.


12. Leah's Story

Nialls Point of View

"You guys are welcome to stay the night," Leah told us at around ten at night. Jane had already gone to bed, and so had her parents. No doubt Paul was thinking about it too...

"Are you sure? We don't have any clothes or anything," Liam pointed out. Personally, I wouldn't mind staying the night rather than navagating to our hotel in the dark.

"Oh yes!" Leah smiled. "We have some fresh clothes from you boys," Leah told us. "But then, it's all up to you. It's fine with my parents, they wouldn't mind at all so long as we keep it all sensable." We all nodded in appreciation.

"Well... I'll phone up Paul, then," Zayn said as he took his pocket out of his back pocket and walked out of the room into where it was more queit.

"What's the chances he'll say yes?" Leah whispered.

"A lot," I snickered. "We don't trust Louis in the dark."

"Hey!" Louis playfully pushed me to the floor. I was going to continue the fight, but then Zayn came into the room. Anyway, wasn't it rude to do it infront of the host? Especially if it was a girl?

"We're staying!" Zayn declared and hooted, throwing his hands up in the air. We all clapped and cheered before Leah stopped us.

"There's people sleeping upstairs, boys."

"Right... sorry," I apoligized as my face went red.

"It doesn't matter," Leah informed me. "Anyway... I'll go and get some clothes for you boys, you can all sit down and turn on a movie if you please."


Harry's Point of View

The lads went over the large cupboard filled with movies, which was by the one that we had hid in earlier. I didn't care which movie we watched, so I followed Leah, she just didn't know it. She had gone upstairs, so I trailed her upstairs, putting each foot flat on the wooden step, hoping it wouldn't creak. Twenty steps later, I had suceeded, and then headed towards the room where Leah had gone into. It was at the end of the hallway. She had left the door wide open.

I saw Leah look at a few pictures of a very handsome boy who looked around my age. She carefully put her fingers over it as a single tear feel down her cheek. Quickly she wiped it away, and put the picture back on the dresser and opened it.

"Who's that?" I asked, as I walked into the room and pointed towards the picture. Startled, she jumped, and then turned around.

"No one important," Leah whispered and went back to getting clothes. She took out a pair of sweat pants. "Will this fit you?"

"It should," I replied, but went up to her. "Who is that boy? He looks pretty special."

Leah sadly looked up at me as she put the pair of pants she was holding down on the bed. The bed was perfectly made, with a thin layer of dust over the covers.

"He was my brother," Leah told me as she sat on the bed. "I always looked up to him... he was the eldest child. Four years ago, on his nineteenth birthday he was driving with his friends. It was dark... early in the morning." Leah stopped and wiped away a tear. "They were hit by a drunk driver... my brother didn't make it... his friends... his friends are okay now... still living with the regret..." She was crying uncontrollably now. I didn't know what to do. It was such a sad story, and I had no words of comfort.

The only thing which seemed sensable was to sit beside her, and give her a hug. So that's what I did.

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