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.


23. Shopping

Leah’s Point of View

The cold wind blasted as we made our way out of the stadium. I hugged the over-sized sweater closer to me, which was Harry’s, trying to keep warm. It worked. The sweater looked more like a dress, reaching halfway to my knees. I must’ve looked hilarious, but I didn’t care. I was wearing Harry Styles sweater, why should I complain?

“Where to?” I asked, looking up to the girls. Danielle and Eleanor were wearing high heels, which made them very tall. I felt short wearing my running shoes next to the girls.

“Umm…” Amber shrugged. “Wherever.” She sounded slightly American, but hardly anymore, she sounded mostly British.

“Topshop,” Eleanor eagerly suggested. Danielle laughed.

“How did I know that?”

“Either that or we need to get a coffee from Starbucks.”

“Fine… Topshop,” Danielle laughed. “That cool with you two?”

Topshop? I had never heard of that, like I had, but had never been there. It sounded really expensive. I didn’t have any money. What kind of things did they sell? Tops? What was a top anyway? My brain was whizzing around, and I finally realized they were all staring at me.

“Oh! Sorry Leah… you’ve probably never heard of topshop, I had the same problem,” Amber rescued me. “I’ll help you learn all this British.” She smiled reassuringly at me.

“Thanks, Amber.” I was truly grateful to her. We crossed the street, where there already was an enormous amount of fans waiting.

We walked for a few blocks before we walked into a building with a sign that said ‘topshop’. The warmth took over me, and I enjoyed it, though overwhelmed by the amount of clothes.

“Did you bring anything warm? Any jumpers… uh... sweaters?” Eleanor asked me.

Great… that’s what I had forgotten! “No… I forgot! But I don’t have any money.” I scrunched up my face.

“No problem, we’ll pay,” Eleanor said. “You need it more than us.” She walked over to a section with all long-sleeve shirts, and eventually to where there was a bunch of sweaters. Amber took a few and put them up to my body.

“What’s your size?” Amber asked.

“Umm…” I thought for a moment. “Good question… I don’t know about it because of the size differences.” With that they took out more sweaters and ordered me to try them on. They selected a bright orange and a nice yellow sweater for me, and then we paid. When the cashier said the price, it sounded expensive, even though I had no clue how much a pound was really worth.

“We better go back to the stadium,” Danielle suggested as we walked back out into the cold.

“Good idea, we have an hour and a half,” Amber agreed. With that, we started to briskly walk down the streets of London, and I had a bag in my hand. Never would I have thought I would do this.


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