One More Day

Jaci Cook has been threatened to be kicked off the girls basketball team because of her lack of credits in the music category. The only way to stay on the team is to join choir for a semester. With Basketball and when a certain boyband comes to town, Will her burning Lungs be able to endure to the end?


23. Last First Kiss

I'm in a black room that extended for miles. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing in every direction I looked. I began to panic and ran around until I came near a Mirror.

I looked into the mirror and saw my old self, with hair and a healthy figure.

My body began to wrinkle before my hair fell out and my clothes changed into a nurse gown.

"NO" I screamed before I woke up to Harry towering over me, tears covering his face.

"Jaci!" He screamed. He scooped me up and hugged me while I still lied in the bed.

I sat up and he sat beside me.

"I thought I lost you why did you do that?" he shouted through his tears.

"I had to win." i groggily stated

"You already won Jaci you don't need any game to prove that."

He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

"I don't know what I would have done without you." he smiled as he sobbed. 

I teared up as he said "Don't cry, I'm here for you."

I looked him in the eyes, smiling, and began to sob before his lips smashed against mine.

"I'm not leaving; you no matter what." He whispered 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and Kissed him back, running my fingers through his hair. he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I savored the moment before wincing in pain and pulled away. 

"I'm so sorry." He frowned.

"Don't be. It was worth it." I softly smiled.

We sat there in silence before i quietly whispered "Will you sing for me?"

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it before singing "Little things." A song which he and his band members made for their "Take Me Home" Album.

I listened to his angelic voice before Brocklynn knocked on the door and slowly crept in.

"Everyone was so worried that you-" she trailed off

I reassured her "No i'm not dying." 

"They canceled the game." Brocklynn changed the subject.

"Really? wow. I ruined everything." I sighed

she reassured me "No no no, after you passed out, they realized that a rematch was stupid in the first place, so we still won."

"Holla." I coughed 


Brocklynn talked with us for awhile, then left us alone. After she left, Harry crawled in my bed and curled up behind me. 

"Can you hand me a piece of paper and a pen from the dresser behind you." 

"Why?" He asked while reaching over and grabbing them, handing them to me with curiosity.

"When I check out of the hospital, I wan't to leave a note to the doctors, and the secretaries and some other people about the trouble I caused."

"They deal with patients all the time, you shouldn't be trouble to them at all."

The day began to slip away until dusk came apon the room, it was dark in the room except for the light above my bed desk where I wrote my letter to the doctors.

"That's a bit long don't you think?" he asked

"Not long enough." I whispered "I'm writing them all on one paper instead of wasting a bunch of pieces for all the people here."

"I don't get why you care so much." he whined

"Harry..." I looked over at him with a straight face."If i was in bed for four months, how do you think I used the bathroom?"

"Keep writing ." he cut me off laughing with disgust.

I laughed and began to write more before he told me he was leaving. I looked up and kissed him long and hard.

I slowly pulled away and looked up at him with regret.

"Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow." he smiled

"See you soon, Harry."

He began to open the door before I whispered "I love you."

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "I love you."

As he left I began to write more and more, not just letters, but stories and drawings of me and Harry. I drew one of me and him sitting on a blanket, watching the clouds, and then one of us hugging before I drifted off to sleep on my desk, exhausted from the previous day I had experienced, ready for what lies ahead tomorrow.


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