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.


28. Picking her up

Harry's Point of View

I knocked on the worn, green door and put my hands in my pocket, waiting. Counted to thirty. I had heard no one, so I knocked again, and then turned around to make sure I wasn't going to be recognized. I was wearing a beanie and dark sunglasses, sometimes though, I don't know how or why, people still recognized me. Maybe it was my style which was a giveaway, but honestly! There must be more eighteen year old boys who like to wear skinny jeans and tee-shirts?

As my mind drifted I heard the door unlock, and slowly it opened. I first saw the black hair, and then the face.

"Good afternoon Miss Leah," I welcomed and did a bow.

"You mean morning, don't you?" Leah laughed. "You had woken me up."

"I know... but it's London time, and it's..." I lifted my arm up to my watch, "twelve twenty-five in the afternoon."

"Okay... just let me get my purse, okay?" Leah didn't wait for an answer, instead she left the door wide open and scurried around a corner. She soon returned and I could see what she was wearing. Black skinny jeans, a flowy blue shirt with flower prints, a jean jacket and some cowgirl styled brown boots. Her hair was parted into two low pony tails which covered her ears. She was wearing dangly hoop earrings, which were barely visable.

"Howdy, ma'am," I teased as I took her elbow and linked arms as she closed and locked the door.

"I thought I'd go for the cowgirl look today... how does it look? Not too bad, I hope," Leah blushed as we walked up the concrete steps and then started walking along with the London flow of people.

I looked in her eyes, not where I was going. "No... you look beautiful." Leah blushed. I kept walking with Leah in hand, not watching anything but her eyes.

Suddenly I was jolted awake by someone bumping into me.

"Woah! Careful!" An angry teenager scolded me. I helped her up, since I had accidently knocked her down.

"Sorry... I wasn't watching," I apoligized and blushed. Sometimes I was too much of a flirt and forgot about the world around me.

"Oh... YOU'RE HARRY STYLES?!" The girl started to scream in excitment, her eyes wide open. She jumped up and down.

"Hey... keep it down, okay?" I took her arm trying to calm her down. After thrity seconds she did.

"Sorry, Harry... I just..." She shook her head in embarassment.

"It's fine." I shook her hand. "I'll write out an autograph, that should cover for your shirt." I pointed out that her shirt had a rip in it.

"Oh, thanks. My name's Lucy, by the way."

"Okay." I took out a sharpie from my back pocket and she gave me a scrap piece of paper. I quickly wrote it out and than reached into my wallet and took out a twenty pound note. "This should cover for your shirt."

"I couldn't take money from you," Lucy blushed as she accepted the money.

"No, it's fine."

"Thanks!" Lucy said bye and than rushed off. I turned back to Leah who had awkwardly stood to the side, watching the ordeal.

"You always give money away like that?" Leah asked me as I took her arm.

"Only when I rip their clothing by an accident."


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