One Summer (One Direction)

Annabelle has never been in love, never had her first kiss, her mother has been all she's had for a very long time. Living inside a hospital room isn't exactly the greatest way to meet people. So what happens when she meets the one person that she never wants to forget, on the last summer of her life


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8. Annabelle

 

I decided I would venture out of my room today, Mum was going to an interview today something she hadn’t done in so long. I had put a dent into her working schedule and it was nice to finally see her taking charge for herself. You see, my mother is a journalist a big time newspaper celebrity but she had given it all up for a part time column just to support me throughout my treatments. I never wanted her to give it all up for me, if she’d asked I would have given her an outright NO to begin with.

 

Today was different; she’d actually taken my advice to heart and had gone to that meeting with the big executives or whoever was being embezzled this time. Wait I don’t even know what that word means. Not that I ever will need to know that considering I would die before I had the chance to do anything with my mere little life.

 

“Excuse me could you please direct me to the visitor’s longue?” I asked a nearby nurse. I was further down the hall than I had been in a long time and everything looked unfamiliar, I couldn’t work out exactly where I was as last time I’d been down these halls I was wheeled on an operating bed.

 

“Down the hall to your left.” She answered turning back towards her work, I didn’t know what she was doing exactly but I did not want to find out. I hated hospitals and medication always had always will. This is sad considering that I had to live here surrounded by these horrid things.

 

“Thank-you” I called as I rushed past her on my way to the visitor’s longue.

 

Once I’d arrived I took my seat on the most comfortable looking sofa that I could see, I took one soft plunge into the soft cushiony surface melting into the seat. I looked around checking if anyone had noticed me absorbing this everyday comfort like I’d never sat on a chair before. Nope nobody had. I sighed with relief knowing that Id just saved myself some embarrassment.

 

“Annabelle?” A voice asked, surprise in their tone. I turned shakily towards the mysterious voice, nervous as to see who would be the owner.

 

“Yeah?” I asked turning to face Harry. “What are you doing here?” I asked him, smiling like a goofball. I couldn’t believe that he’d actually remembered my name! Why was he here again?

 

“I came to visit my friend actually, I was wondering if you’d like to meet him?” he asked taking a seat beside me.

 

“Sure.” I answered straight away.

 

“So, let’s go then?” he asked me, standing to grab hold of my hand to help me from my comfortable spot.

 

We walked down the hall and straight into the nearest elevator, he played with the buttons, I noticed we were headed down one level. Just like the nurse had told him the other day.

 

“What have you been doing since I last ran into you?” he asked cheekily, after the elevator stopped moving.

 

“Oh you know, lying in my hospital bed waiting for a miracle.” I smiled at him, and he smiled back. My heart raced when he took hold of my hand and walked me along the hallways to the room we were headed to.

 

“Well, he might be a little grumpy, as he’s only just started treatment, but hey sure he won’t be too bad.” He looked nervous which raised the question in my mind. Should I too be nervous over this?

 

I took a step back, waiting for him to take charge and he did. He opened the door of his friends room and entered, I quickly followed a gasp escaping my lips as I saw who the patient was.

 

“Lou, this is Annabelle. The girl I told you about.” Harry smiled as he spoke. I noticed Louis seemed a little worse for wear, so I didn’t say much.

 

“Hi.” Simple, but I thought it did the job.

 

“Hey Annabelle.” He replied groggily.

 
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