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.


21. What to wear?

Leah's Point of View

Countless hours had passed by. The space seemed to be closing in on me as I tried to concentrate on my book. I couldn't stop moving. Seeing Harry beside me, I could see he was also getting a bit fidgity.

"I'm going for a walk," I declared, putting my book down on my chair as I sat up. I had to use the washroom, so I headed towards that way. My legs started to stretch, and once I got to the sign which said 'lavatory', there was no line up. So I went into one of the small rooms and did what I had to do. As I washed my hands the plane seemed to jolt forward, and I wacked my arm against the metal sink.

"Ouch," I groaned. "That's going to leave a mark." I didn't bother to pull up my long-sleeve shirt to see the damage, instead I finished washing my hands and dried them.

"We seem to have ran into a bit of turbulence. Please return to your seats," The pilate spoke over the P.A. system as soon as I unlocked the bathroom door. Good timing. I smiled to the flight attendents who had made their way to their seats and buckled their seatbelts. I made my way back to my seat, after nearly falling several times. I fell down on top of my seat.

"Nice timing, Leah. Get your seatbelt on," Harry scolded as he pulled my book from under.

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes as I reached for my belt and clicked it in place. As I waited for the turbulence to end, my arm started to hurt, so I rolled up my sleeve to reveal a bruise.

"Ouch... that's massive!" Harry told me once he saw it, taking my arm. "What did you do?"

"The plane... it... uh... I hit my arm on the sink when the plane jolted forward." I felt my cheeks get warm and quickly pulled my sleeve down. "It's nothing, really." A warning sign was going off in the back of my brain, but I ignored it. Nothing was going to ruin this trip.


Liam's Point of View

"And here are the toilets... uh... washrooms," I blushed at my mistake in words as I was showing Leah around a familier venue to me. We had just gotten off the plane a matter of hours ago, but we had a performance tonight in London.

"Thanks, Liam," Leah thanked. "Where do I get ready?"

"Right oppisite us," I replied and went further down the backstage area. It looked rather run-down backstage, but it was a fabulous stage to perform on. We walked past the janiters room and the kitchen before we got to our dressing rooms. "This is your room here." I pointed towards a door which had Leah's name on it.

"My name is on a door?" Leah seemed amazed by it.

"Yeah... Our room is right opposite if you need anything." I smiled at her.

"Are there any showers around here? I feel in need of one," Leah nervously said a few seconds later.

"Yeah... in the washrooms. Anyway, I need to go to the boys," I told her and watched her go into her dressing room before I entered mine. I didn't bother knocking, since it was only the boys in there. When I walked in a shirtless Harry was sitting on the floor in one corner, and Niall and Zayn were quietly talking on the bench. Louis was sitting in another corner on his laptop, most likely on twitter or something trying to read all the tweets which had been sent to him.

There wasn't much to do... there was still five hours before the show started. So I grabbed a fresh change of clothes and headed towards the washrooms. I despretly needed a shower.


Leah's Point of View

I had no clue what to wear. After I was finished my shower I going through my suitcase for a good ten minutes before there was a knock on the door. Great. I was wearing a pair of pajama pants and an old sweater, with my hair up in a bun.

"Who is it?" I asked. There was still four hours to showtime, according to Liam that is.

"It's Harry." The voice carried through the door and I smiled. Hadn't he always been my favorite in the band? No... I knew them now, so there was no favorites... was there???

"Oh... come in." The doorknob twisted and Harry's head peaked through.

"Is now a good time?"

"Anytime is okay," I replied. "I'm just trying to figure out what to wear." Harry closed the door behind him and went towards the suitcase.

"Well... how about this?" He held up the black dress. I looked at it and thought about it for a moment. It barely covered my shoulders, though it was my favorite dress. Would I want hundreds or people to see me in it? I thought for a moment.

"Fine." I took the dress from him.

"And then this," he took one of my thick, blue belts from my suitcase. "This will add some colour. Our hair stylist can do your hair, and we have someone especially to do our makeup, too."


"Do I get changed now?"

"If you want, sound check is soon." Harry smiled at me before leaving. I was left standing in my dressing room, letting it all sink in. I was just about to play my flute in front of hundreds of people. The thought was scary to say the least...

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