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.


35. The truth

Harry's Point of View

I knew it would be a matter of time before Leah found me, since I knew she liked to walk around on a plane. Though, I didn't expect her to come escorted by a flight attendent and in tears. She slowly sat beside me, and I took my beanie from my face and looked at her, deep into her eyes.

"Harry! What are you doing here?!" Leah exclaimed once she saw me.

"I thought I might pay you a visit," he joked. "Now, before I tell you how and why I'm here, why don't you tell me why you're crying?" I took her trembling hand and squeezed it to support her. She offered me a weak smile. Patiently, I waited for her to start her story.

"Well... I've been living a lie with you boys, to start," Leah sniffled. "When I was nine, I got diagnosed with Leukemia. I battled it for a good two years before I went into remission. After a certain amount of years of being in remission they say you are 'cured' from cancer. I guess not in my case..." Leah sighed, ignored the tears which were freely falling.

I was stunned. How come we were never told this? Surely we had to make sure she was healthy before taking her away from her doctors?

"Since I've met you boys, I've been bruising easily, and when I accidently cut myself, or even my gums when brushing my teeth, I bleed uncontrolably. Thankfully I haven't had a nosebleed yet, because those are brutal." Leah slowly smiled at me. "Sorry for not telling you... anyways, last night I phoned my sister, Jane, and she booked an apointment with my doctor, so I have to get tested again." She frowned, obviously not looking forward to it.

"It'll be okay." I took off my seatbelt, set my chair upright and motioned her to sit on my lap. She did, and for the next few hours she was silently crying onto my shoulder.

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