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.


19. Still Feels Like A Dream

Leah's Point of View

The boys had followed me into my room after we ate cookies. I had told them I needed to pack, and they said they would help. I had agreed, but I had never had another teenage boy in my room. Never had I had five at the same time.

I flicked on my light, closing my eyes tightly, hoping that I my room was atleast a bit tidy. As I opened them, I was dissapointed. The jeans I wore yesterday were lying on the floor, and so was a dirty tee-shirt. I didn't see anything else as far as I could see, so at least it wasn't a bra or something. That would have been super embarassing.

I headed towards my cupboard and took out a suitcase. It was black, and well-worn. I remembered using it when we had gone to Canada once for a family trip, and then we had decided to drive across a few states of America one summer. Yes, the suitcase had been through a lot, and contained a lot of good memories.

Unzipping it, the musty smell hit us all at the same time.

"So... what do I need?" I asked the boys as I headed towards a set of drawers and took out several pairs of jeans and sweat pants.

"Everyday things," Niall replied. "And nice things, to perform in."

I gulped at the memory. Right, I had agreed to play my flute at the concerts. I placed the pants in the suitcase and then took out a few old shirts for everyday and travelling. When I turned around, I saw Harry was looking in my small closet where I placed all my good clothes. He had a few hangers in his hand. On one was my tight, black dress that went up to my knees, I had worn it to a school dinner once. In another hanger was a sparkly red shirt, which I always loved to wear whenever I got the chance. He had a skirt also, and was looking at another dress of mine.

"I think these are the best," Harry told me as he handed the items to me. "I bet you'll look pretty in them." I blushed. How many boys had called me pretty? None. It was exciting, to be sure.

"Thanks, Harry," I replied and took the items off the hangers and carefully folded them. Harry picked out a few other items as I walked over to where I put all my makeup. I hardly wore it, but I saw Zayn was looking at a bit of it.

"You have lots of makeup," he commented when I took two steps towards him.

"It's from Christmas and birthdays, really. I hardly wear it," I shrugged. "But if I'm going to be infront of a few thousand people at a concert, I think I'll need some makeup." Zayn wordlessly agreed and we threw the whole makeup bag in my suitcase. I put in a few more essential items, and then lastly I got my flute and placed it on top along with the music. As I zipped up my suitcase I suddenly got really excited. Wasn't this like a dream? Wasn't it my dream to meet One Direction? Yes, it was. I smiled when I was told it wasn't a dream. I was living every girls dream.

Harry offered to take the suitcase to the front door, and I let him.

"Sorry, but we have to go now," Louis apoligized. "We'll pick you up at five in the morning."

"Okay, thanks again." I hugged each of the boys, and then waved them goodbye as they walked over to the car and drove off. Wow... I still couldn't believe it.

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