Dear Payne

Erica wins a day with Liam Payne. She has a big secret that everyone knows about but Liam. Will he ever figure out?


24. Sickness

12/26/13, 5:25pm
Dear Payne, 
     The story I'm about to tell you was from 12/18/13. This day just means so much to me. I don't know why. I have to remind you. You woke me up by pouncing on me, "wakey, wakey." 
     "It's toooo early," I said as I rolled over on my stomach. 
     "We need to have a really, really important talk," he said with a serious face. I got up and say criss cross. 
      "What?" I said.
       "Okay. I know this is so early, but you know, how you were born, right?" You asked awkwardly. 
      "Uh.. Where is this going, Payne?" 
      "No, no, no," you said, waving your hands, "I mean, you were a child once because your parents wanted a child," 
       "Actually, I was a mistake, literally, they didn't want me,"
     "Well... I was a child because my parents wanted a child, and I want a child because yeah.. But like not right now, in like a year or two. I'm still totally committed with One Direction," you said. 
     I busted out laughing,"you could have just told me you want a baby. You didn't have to go through that awkward talk," I told you.
      "Whatever, oh! Remember that we have a reservation on the 26th to that restaurant," you told me as you closed the door. 

Okay, so back to today. Today was the day of our reservation. Only one thing. I'm not at it. You are. You are probably sitting there, looking at that watch I got you, thinking where I'm at. 
I'm at a hospital. In a bed. Writing to you. Niall's on my left. his eyes are red and puffy. Louis' on my right, his head between his knees. Harry and Zayn are standing out in the waiting room, bawling. I couldn't tell you. I just couldn't. I liked you too much. I couldn't bear to see what would happen if I did tell you. I suppose I should explain. 

Remember that night, June 10th? I told you I was sick. That's why I didn't call. Do you wanna know the truth? I was at a hospital appointment. They told me I had a year to live, I didn't believe them. See, Coronary Heard Disease runs in the family. It's hereditary. 

Anyways, they told me I had a year to live. They lied. I had six months.  Six months, I spent well with you. I enjoyed every minute of it. 

And if you actually are reading this I'm probably dead. You probably are sitting on our couch where I told Niall and Harry to give it to you. Zayn and Louis should be there too. I just don't want you to read this. I hope you don't. I'm sorry. I just want to say one last thing. 

             I love you, babe.

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