Life Of a Direction-ette

Try being that girl that everyone is used to not being popular. That girl that doesn't win anything. Try. Try this: Try being that girl that ends up being famous. That girl that everyone wants to be like, but secretly hates. Also, try being all those girls and not knowing what to do about it.

Charlie didn't ask for fame. And yet, it consumed her.

Charlie was used to being an outsider. Y'know. That one girl that everyone knew but never talked to. She didn't even think that she would win the direction-ette contest. And she sure as hell didn't think she would fall for someone in one direction. When things get tough, she wants nothing more than to go home with her mom. Some things aren't so easy.


20. Chapter 20- a thank-you-for-the-thousand-views chapter 2/4

      It had to be a few days later, 10 to be honest. The news had hit me like a boulder. I wasn't sure how to react.

      The date was August 29, 2012. I only knew that because I wrote it on various sheets of papers. They all consisted of ideas. Things I could do with my mom once she left the hospital. I wanted to do things and play games with her like we used to. That's all I could ask for. 


"Charlotte, are you in here?" Harry yelled. I was sitting in a corner of the hotel room in like a blanket-cocoon; it had the most perfect way of keeping me warm and it just so happened to be next to the mini fridge.

"Yeah, in my den." I spoke loudly. I listened to him trudge in as I tore another scrap paper. 


"What's up?"  I asked, not really paying attention to the conversation. 


"Nothing, the guys were lookin' for you." He stated coming over to where I was. He sat next to me and leaned on my shoulder.


"What are you doing?" He mumbled. I smiled a small smile, realizing he was close to me, before saying, 


"Nothing much, just planing random things for my mom when she gets out of the hospital, you know? It's just something to keep me busy. " 


"Need any help?" He asked me. I accepted his offer and for a while we actually came up with ideas. Some were silly and others were just down right stupendous. My phone vibrated by my laptop as "All Day" by Cody Simpson played as loud as it could. (There was a lot of as's in that sentence was there not?)


"Gotta take this. I'll be right back." I said quickly as I got up from my lounge and walked into the bathroom.


"Hey, Jess what's up in your life." I asked as I flipped on that vent thingy to make it a sound barrier.


"Ch-charlie, something happened." She croaked. She sounded like she had been bawling for hours on end.  I furrowed my eyebrows whilst asking,


"What, Jess. AR-TIC-ULATE." I said. I didn't mean to make a bad situation worse,


"Char, it's your mom." And in that instant all hopes for traveling to exotic places with my was long gone. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. 

      My breath caught I sank to the floor. I couldn't breathe at all; it was like I had the air knocked out of my lungs. I pulled my hair back and tried to control my breathing.


"Jessica, what are you saying?"


"There were complication w-with your mom's-"


"Jessica, please just spit it out." I couldn't really take what she told me at all. Would you?


This was all I knew:


1. Apparently, a pair of interns misread my mother's file.

2. They misdiagnosed her. 

3. She lost too much blood.


      There isn't a way to fix that. She's dead...




      I staid in the bathroom for a while. I hadn't cried at all. Not yet, at least. I didn't realize it until I heard the boys talking.


"She's been in there for an hour." a raspy voice spoke. I assumed it was Harry.


"An hour? Why the hell has she been in there for an hour?" another person said. I just guessed that it was Louis.


"I don't know. She hasn't talked to anyone either." Harry said to them. 

      I wasn't sure what to say. How do you tell your best friends that your mom died a little over a week after you left her side.


"Hey Charlie!" I heard Zayn yell. I slowly tried to stand up and steady myself. It was hard but it was done. I stared at my reflection and thought,


No one need to know. So don't speak about this. Don't. Pity is the worse kind of sympathy. 


      I nodded and fixed my hair up a bit. I didn't want anyone to worry. I was fine. At least I thought I was. 


     Don't worry about it. She's in a better place.


The door creaked as I opened it.


"Hey, boys! What's up with the crowd?" I asked jokingly. 



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