Different from the Rest

Kady used to have a normal life. She loved to shop, listen to music, and play field hockey, she was on the reserve list for the 2016 Olympics in Rio. She was even lucky enough to meet One Direction at one of their concerts and she kept in touch with them. Liam and Kady developed feelings for each other and started casually dating. That was until Kady discovered she had a life-threatening sickness. She was in the hospital for months, but overcame the sickness. But, the illness left her with a learning disability and now all her dreams are shattered and she has to rebuild her life. She must go from black to white but must learn there are shades of grey in the middle which are needed for healing.


13. That Morning

I wake up the next morning in a full sized bed. It is soft and it doesn't make me want to kill my back. MTV is on the TV in front of me. A post it note is stuck to my head. I take it off and it says:

I'm in room 474 if u need me

I just put the post it back on my forehead. What happened last night? I know this is not a result of drinking, I only drank water. I remember mostly everything, I just don't remember going into this room and sleeping. I sigh and look at the clock next to me, ten a.m. My dress, heels, and clutch are still on the end of my bed. My new bikini is still wet and on the floor. All I have on is a big, fluffy robe from the hotel. I sigh and switch the channel to Channel 7 Eyewitness  News. There are so many stories and they bore me to death. I take out my iPhone and there are A LOT of Twitter alerts. The first one was from Jesy it read:

Happy birthday to my little girl @fieldhockeygal47!

Our entire field hockey team decided to make Twitters. All of our user names were fieldhockeygal then our number. Other people tweeted me such as Ed, everyone else from Little Mix, and my like best friend, Brooklyn Beckham. Yes, he's David and Victoria Beckham's son. Also there were tons of texts, I was getting my life back on track. There are pictures from last night on my phone. I groan as I stand up. My legs feel like Jello and my head feels like it weighs a hundred pounds. There are hotel slippers at the foot of my bed. What even is today? I check my phone, December 19th. As if on cue, the news starts talking about the one year anniversary of the Newtown shooting. Liam walks through the doorway, but I don't make his presence clear. I continue to stare at the TV, tears brimming my eyes. I don't know why I'm so emotional about the shooting, maybe because I live in Connecticut, maybe because school is supposed to be a safe haven, or maybe I knew a few of the innocent victims. I start to full on cry thinking about Catherine. She was the sweetest, most innocent girl you will ever find. Tears stream down my face and for once, I don't fight them. Liam comes up to me and gives me a bear hug. I hold him close, but my eyes never leave the screen. Then the overly fake host says, "And what about the gun control law we were promised? Everyone got side tracked over the Boston bombings, Obamacare, and the Trayvon Martin case."
I have to admit, that woman who abuses eyeliner, may be right. It seems like this case has been sidetracked by many, many scandals. I feel awful that those kids never got their justice. I turn off the TV and I face Liam. Tears rim his eyes. I look in the mirror. I must have forgotten to take off my makeup last night because mascara is all over my face. My eyes are red and puffy, my own reflection scared me to death. I don't know how Liam could look at me without running away screaming. My hair used to be in a perfect ponytail, but now it's dry and knotted. My breathing is heavy and I'm only in a robe in slippers, I look like a trainwreck. There's a greenish color to my cheeks, and I feel like I'd vomit any second now. My normally blue, perky eyes now look grey and dulling. My nail polish has started to chip, leaving the nail a light yellowy shade. Where my skin does not look green, it's incredibly pale. I'm slouching, not having the energy to hold myself up and when I walk, I point my toes in like a pigeon. 
"Do you want to go swimming again?" he asks. I nod my head, anything to get my mind off this tragic day. I go into the bathroom and I change into my swimsuit. It is very wet and it clings to my body. If I had any other suit I'd wear it, I don't like the idea of sexualizing myself. Boys think they can take advantage of me. The only thing the same about me is my boobs. While the rest of my body looks like it's decomposing, my boobs are still the same round, medium sized things I had last night. I hate them, they always get in my way. I walk out of the bathroom and Li's already in his swim trunks. Well, when you nit-pick over your body, it takes a LONG time to finish. He greets me with the same kiss on the cheek that I return to him. When we walk into the pool area this time, I can see. Though the lights aren't on, there are floor length windows which happily let in light. There are lounge chairs and piles of towels. The tile makes my feet cold. The ceiling is maybe twenty feet high. The pool is peanut shaped. Blue, chlorine water is in the pool. There are a few other couples in the pool, including Zayn and Perrie. Once Perrie spots us, she waves us over. Somehow, she managed to get Zayn into water. I've tried multiple times with in my pool, but he's always chickened out. They're standing in the shallow end. I dip my toe in first, testing out the temperature before I slid on in. Liam just jumped, making me look like a truly disabled person.
"Y-you got…Zayn in," I smile at Perrie. She's one of those people you just admire. She's pretty yet tough, a prankster yet responsible, nice yet stern when she needs to be. 
"Yup, it took a while though. To help Zayn get used to the water, do you guys want to have a chicken fight?" she asks.
"It's on Edwards and Malik," Liam responds. I get on top of Liam's shoulders. He holds on to my calves and I hold onto the top of his head. I kiss the top of his head, "For good luck."
Once Perrie gets on top of Malik she yells, "And may the best couple win. 1, 2, 3, go!"
Liam makes his way over to Zerrie. They push me first, but I'm able to regain my strength. I push her, but Zayn's muscular biceps keep her upright. At many times I felt like my bikini top was coming off, but it never did. If I was wearing one of my swimsuits from home, I think I would have beaten Zerrie easily. After many failed attempts, Liam rushes over to them and I push Perrie. Zayn struggles to keep her upright as he moves back and forth, side to side. Eventually, Perrie just falls off. Zayn is standing upright with a look like what-the-heck-just-happened? Perrie comes up laughing and he meets her in for a kiss. I get off Liam, but I stay on his muscular back, like last night. 
"Ugh, not again!" he says with a grin. He tries to shake me off, yet again, but I'm not leaving. Zayn tries to pull me off Liam, but that doesn't work either. Perrie stands in the side, laughing at what fools we all were. Then, Liam starts to tickle me. I laugh uncontrollably and I let go.
"So your ticklish?" Zayn asks. Before I can say anything, he also starts to tickle me. I swim away as fast as I can, knowing Zayn will not follow me into the deep water. Liam does though. This easily becomes a game of chase. I swim to the very deep end where there is a ladder to get out of the pool. I go up two steps at a time. I run over to the shallow end. My butt is bouncing up and down as I run. I go into the shallow water where Zerrie is. I just stop, it's not worth this much energy. Liam comes and stands next to me, sensing it's over. For a minute I think he's done, but then he puts one arm around the back of my neck and the other around my waist. He throws me into the deep end with full force. I decide the deep water is the place to be, so I stay in place and tread water. 

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