Catarina Mackenzie Douglas-Tomlinson. Yes, Tomlinson as in Louis Tomlinson from the famous boy band, One Direction. Cat recently got adopted by One Direction and the best part is she hates them with a burning passion! Cat reveals her past to the boys and now that she has, she wishes that she could see that one special person once again. Will the boys help her find that special person or will Cat just see them in her dreams?


6. Hospital time

Chapter Status: Not Edited


It was literally impossible for me to fall back asleep now.

Stupid flashbacks.

I turned over to my iPhone and the time read 3:00am. Why so early?

Sighing, I walk over to my light switch and turn on the light.

The shopping bags from yesterday were everywhere. Shoe bags, clothes bags, furniture bags. I might as well start putting my stuff away and start decorating my room or it'll never get done, knowing me.

I went over to the first bag I saw. What shop? Forever 21. To be honest, this is a very nice store. They don't have Forever 21 in Australia. I pulled out a plain white, knit jumper with brown polka dots on the front. It was really pretty.

I sat there on the ground, pulling out clothes and shoes and jewelry. I had music playing from my phone but it wasn't loud enough to wake up the house.

When I finally finished I checked the time. 6:00am? Really? Three hours to put away clothes. But then again, the were heaps and heaps of bags to empty.

I placed the last item of clothing in my massive closet; filling almost every space in there. Yes, I emptied my original bag that I had. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to wear my Aussie clothes but I'm also going to wear my new ones too.

After packing away clothes and shoes, I decided to set up some furniture. How am I going to do that? Well the boys bought some power tools to set up this kind of stuff because they didn't have any power tools in the house.

The first thing that I saw was a tiny bookcase.

I was going to use this as a display cabinet. Except, display cabinets are ugly as and they're too fancy for my liking.

I started building my bookcase and fair to say, I did pretty well since I don't really read instructions. Instructions are too confusing and overrated.

It actually didn't take as long as I expected to set up all my furniture. Once I got the knack, I was fine with it and it looked like I had been doing this stuff my whole life. Don't mean to brag but I'm pretty good at this woodwork shit.

By the time I finished this stuff, it was 8:00am. Suppose I should take a shower while I'm sitting here doing nothing.

I grabbed my iPhone and took my iHome with me as well. I walked through my closet, into my bathroom and turned on the water.

The song 'The Way' came on by Ariana Grande. Man, I love this girl!

I love the way, I love the way.

Baby I love the way, ooh I love the way.

The way I love you.

I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the warm, soothing water. I washed my hair, conditioned it, washed my face, shaved what needs to be shaved and got out.

The cool air slapped me like a bitch so I quickly wrapped myself in a warm, fluffy towel. I waltzed into my closet looking for something to wear. I pulled out my most favourite dress-the black jenny dress with white birds. I got this dress for a going away present when I left my old orphanage. I put on some white flats with bows at the end.

I blow dried my blonde hair, just leaving it in it's natural curls. I applied make up, making it look natural and not caking it because I'm not like that.

I checked my phone and by this time, it was like almost 9:00am. I hopped downstairs and greeted the boys with a warm smile. Today I felt different, like happy and smiley. I don't know why but I just do.

"Well somebody's happy today," Harry commented.

"What? Can't I ever be happy?" I ask.

"No just-"

I cut him off. "Whatever."

I watch Harry as he serves breakfast.

This was making me feel so sick, just me watching Harry serve breakfast. Before you ask, no I do not have a an eating disorder. I grew out of one a few years back. My tummy started to feel queasy. I felt like I was going to vomit. Oh no, I am going to vomit. I ran upstairs, bursted into my bedroom, ran through my closet, and threw up in the toilet. I threw my guts up and I could feel somebody hold back my hair and another person rub my back.

I looked behind my shoulder and I saw all five boys there. I could only look for about two seconds before chucking my guts up again. Man, this was the pits. I mean like, I was having a great day so far and then I start vomiting?!?

After I finished, I staggered over to the sink and brushed my teeth. I scrubbed so hard that it felt like my teeth were going to fall out and I stopped until that disgusting vomit taste was gone.

I took two steps and collapsed to the ground. "Ow." I cried. That really hurt, considering I fell onto cold, hard tiles. Still yelping in pain, Zayn, I think maybe, carried me downstairs and buckled me into a seat in the car.

The boys' voices were very faint and very distant. They were telling me to stay awake and not to close my eyes. Well that was impossible to because my head really hurt and I wanted to just sleep it off.

Before I knew it, I was in the hospital, getting all these machines hooked up to me. I was zoning in and out, trying to stay awake but I knew that I couldn't any keep awake any longer. So, I gave in and went into a deep sleep.


yay for the new chapter! 

sorry it took a while, my iPad is starting to annoy me now when I write chapters. 

so question of the day: what is your favourite movie ever?

i don't have one because I like literally movie I watch. 

if you would like to be in my new fanfic, just read the authors note that I posted like the other day. 



and enjoy! 


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