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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34. The worst plane flight ever

Leah's point of View

I put my head against the window and closed my eyes. Tears escaped and slowly rolled down my cheeks. I sighed. I hurt all over. Last time I was on a plane, I was on a new adventure to start a new life with One Direction. This time though, it was to learn my fate.

Jane had said she booked me an apointment with the doctor for in two days time. Then, I would have to wait a week to get the results back, and then who knows how long before treatment started.

The person beside me couldn't stop moving, I was tempted to tell them to stay still, but I resisted. The little boy behind me kept kicking my chair, and the person infront of me had the chair all the way down, so it was uncomfortable for me.

This was the worst flight ever. Slowly I lifted my hand up to wipe away the tears that fell down, though my hand got caught on the seat infront. I grunted. This wasn't the place to cry anyway. I got up, and slid past the person beside me and nearly ran to the washrooms. Sadly there was a lineup, and my tears were now flowing freely. I sniffled and wiped away the tears again.

The line slowly crawled forward, but not fast enough.

"Excuse me miss, but are you okay?" A flight attendent asked as she tapped my shoulder. I turned my body around and looked at her. She was a tall girl, wearing her blue uniform, and black high heels. Her red hair was neatly tied back in a pony tail.

"No..." I slowly shook my head, and the tears came faster.

"What's wrong dear? Why don't you come with me, where we can talk?" I nodded my head, and she took me to the front of the plane, to a private corner with a seat. She motioned me to sit down. "So, what's bothering you, dear?"

I shook my head as I tried to form the words. "I.. I have to go... go back home," I whispered. "I think that my..." I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Your what, dear?"

"That... that my cancer is back," I quickly said and the tears came freely.

"Oh!" The flight attendent gave me a warm hug. "I''m soo sorry. My name is Nicole. What's yours?"

"Leah."

Nicole's Point of View

I was astonished. This girl looked like she was barely eighteen, but yet she had to go home to see if she had cancer. My heart went out to her. I couldn't imagine her pain. I didn't know what to do, but then I remebered our VIP last minute passanger. He said that he had some business to do back in America.

"Here, come with me," I said as soon as she had calmed down. She slowly nodded, and I led her to our first class section and pointed her to the empty seat beside the special teenage boy. "Sit there."

"Okay." Leah nodded and sniffed as she took the seat. I beamed as her whole face lit up. "Harry! What are you doing?" She exclaimed in excitment. I smiled, hopefully this would take her mind off things.

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