A Different Life!

Chapter 20!

*THE NEXT MORNING*

I wake up feeling like crap. I sit up but instead of feeling alive, I get a giant coughing fit which hurts like hell. I get up and go into my bathroom, and take a quick shower to see if that will help. Nothing! Great. I put on some black skinny jeans, a pink puma shirt, and black vans. I throw my hair up into a messy pigtail. I'm to tired and sick to care what I look like. I grab my phone and go downstairs to the kitchen. "Good morning beautiful" Niall greets me. I give him a small smile. "Nice to see you too" He says. I roll my eyes and pull out my phone to text him.

can't talk my throat hurts like hell and I don't think I could talk if I tried x Ary

Niall pulls out his phone and reads the text. "Oh I'm sorry do you want some breakfast?" He asks. I shake my head no.

hurts to swallow x Ary

Niall kisses my forehead and leads me into the living room. I plop down grumpily next to Liam. I seriously wish I could talk. "Good morning Ary" Liam says. I give him a small smile then look at Niall for help. "She can't talk her throat hurts and she doesn't think she could talk if she tried" Niall explains. Liam looks at me and give me a disapproving look. No it's not because of me and Niall. Lately throughout the past year my throat would always be sore. Liam took me to see a doctor one time and he said that I might have to get my tonsils removed if it would happen too many more times. I give Liam a pleading look. "No we're going get up" Liam says. I give him an angry look and get up. "We're going to the doctor see you in about an hour" Liam says quickly. He leads me outside to the car.

*AT THE DOCTORS OFFICE*

"Arabella Payne" The doctor says. Liam and I get up out of our seats and follow the doctor out of the waiting room and into a private examination room. My phone vibrates in my pocket indicating I have a text.

How's it going? x Niall

Gah I hate doctor's offices they're so depressing other wise I just got into a room so I don't know if I'm dieing yet x Ary

Your not dieing and I totally agree about doctor's offices xNiall

I swear Liam hates me xAry

Why did he take you anyway? Why couldn't you just relax or something? x Niall

I've had sore throats for the past year and Liam took me to the doctor's before and he said that if it happend many more times that I might have to get my tonsils out x Ary

Oh that sucks x Niall

Yea gotta go here comes the doctor yipee! Wish me luck x Ary

"Hello Ary how are you?" the doctor asks. I shake my hand indicating that I'm okay. "So what seems to be wrong?" The doctor asks. "She can't talk. Her doctor back where we used to live said that if her sore throats kept accuring that she might need to get her tonsils out" Liam answers for me. "How long has she been getting sore throats?" The doctor asks. "About a year" Liam says. The doctor nods and scribbles some things on his paper. "well I'll do an examination for the lungs and throat and such and we'll see what happens." The doctor says. He then starts doing exactly what he said he would. I hate when people I don't really know, especially doctors, touch me. It just makes me feel uncomfortable. After about fifteen minutes the doctor says, "It does look like you might need to get your tonsils out. I'll get you scheduled in for next week sometime" When he leaves I look at Liam who gives me a look of sympathy. Liam and I leave the room and go to the front desk to get my appointment card. Liam and I exit the office and go back to the car. "Ary I'm really sorry but at least you won't feel that bad anymore" Liam says trying to comfort me. I just ignore him and look out the window as we drive home. All I want to do right now is crawl back in bead and cry. I know most people wouldn't cry about his but this scares the living daylights out of me. Surgery type things were never my cherry on top. I just want to go crawl in bed with Niall right next to me telling me it will all be ok. Before I know it we're back home again. I get out of the car and go inside. I immediatly go upstairs. I find Niall in his room. He looks up and sees me standing there. He pats the bed next to him indicating for me to sit down. I do as told. "So how'd it go?" He asks. I pull out my phone to text him.