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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17. Questions

Louis Point of View

"She seemed rather uneasy at the hospital today," I said as I bounced a ball against the wall. Harry and I were sharing a room in the hotel. It was late at night, but Harry and I couldn't sleep. So, instead I was lying on my comfy bed throwing a foam ball at the wall and catching it. Harry was watching some TV, while lying on the floor.

"Who?" Harry barely moved as he replied.

"Leah, silly." The ball bounced again... from my hands to the wall and back to my hands...

"Oh..." Harry barely reacted, but he started to get a little nervous.

"You like her, don't you?" I teased. The ball bounced off the wall again, but I didn't catch it. It fell on the ground. Getting up, I retreived the ball, so I couldn't see Harry's face.

Harry kept silent, rather, as if I hadn't said a thing.

"Spit it out," I repeated. "Say you love her."

No repsonse.

"Hazza, I won't tell anyone, I promise." The ball bounced back into my hands. Still, no response from Harry. So, instead of throwing the ball at the wall, I threw it at Harry, hitting his bare back.

"Hey!" He yelped and jumped up. "Why'd you do that?!"

"It didn't hurt," I told him. "It was a foam ball."

"But why?"

"You weren't answering my question," I smiled at him sneakily. He would either leave it, or fight back with an attack of tickles.

"I didn't want to answer," Harry said. He got up and turned off the TV. "We need to sleep, it's late... or early..." He moved towards the end of the room where the light switch was, and turned it off before navigating in the dark to his bed.

I agreed with him, and got underneath my covers. My last thought before sleeping was Eleanor. I missed her more than anything...

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