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Ally's POV:
'Shit.' I almost jump out of my bed seeing the time. I slept through my alarm and have to be at work in half an hour. Not only that, but I nearly trip when getting out of bed and run over to my closet. I don't know if I will make it in time. I grab some clothes and get them on as fast as possible. I just grab a plain grey cropped top with blue ripped jeans. I'm still so tired. I slept more than 9 hours, so I don't understand why I'm so tired. I'm a mess. I walk over to the shower and put the lights on. I brush my hair as fast as possible, while brushing my hair I run over to the kitchen and drink some water because I feel like I'm about to pass out. I grab my phone and text Lucy, she better be awake. I'm not kidding if she isn't I'm going to her house right away. Because, she's always late to work. If she's late 1 more time she will get fired, and I need her at work otherwise I will be so bored. She lives like every day is her last. One thing I like lots about her. She's also a very busy person. She always has plans, she makes lots of time free for me though. I just hope she is awake right now. I will just call her instead.
'What?' She sighs as she answers my call. 'Thank god you're awake.' I say in relief. 'You woke me up.' She mocks. 'Good, we have to be at work in 15 minutes Luce.' I babble. I don't even know if she's able to understand me, but I'm still in a hurry because I really don't want to get in trouble with Emma. She's our boss. A bitch. 'I will be there in 15 minutes. I swear Al.' She sighs and hangs up right after. 'Oh fuck you.' I cursed. I love Lucy so much, but she really has to stop hanging up randomly, one of her most annoying habits. I walk over to the fridge, and I'm struggling if I want to eat breakfast or not. I mean, I don't have enough time for it at all. I have 10 minutes to get at work, and it takes almost 10 minutes to get there. Guess I will have to skip. I have skipped breakfast for a week now. I don't understand why it's so important to eat breakfast. The media says it's your start of the day, and you should start it good. I always start my days good. Even without breakfast. So can they shut up, Because it isn't true at all. I walk over to the counter and grab my car keys. I put the lights in my house off and walk towards the garage to go to work. I have 2 jobs, one as a cashier, one as a nurse. I like to be at the hospital more than at the shop. I met some amazing people at the hospital. It does mentally kill you there. Once I met this girl there, Cammi. She was 3 when I first met her, she was different than the 'usual' toddler. She had cancer. I had to take care of her after her chemo almost all the time. It was heartbreaking to see a little girl suffering and fighting for her own life. At that age. She fought so much, for so long. A few days before she turned 6 the doctors told her that the cancer is incurable. She didn't seem to care about it. She knew she was sick. She knew she was different than anybody else. She felt like she was normal, but she wasn't. She felt like it but knew. She wasn't. When she was 6 years and 4 months old she died. I meant a lot too Cammi, she saw me as her second mom. She meant a lot to me too. Her hugs were different. I know she was a little kid, but she made me feel loved. I got to go to her funeral and give a speech.
'I'm not going to make all of this about that she died, I will just tell you all about some fun moments I had with her.' I fake laugh. When she first got chemo she was very tired but also energetic after, she told me about her dog. It was the cutest. She wanted to go somewhere a week after her chemo with me. She didn't know where she just wanted to go somewhere else than the hospital. I understand her. Being at the hospital for a long time is nerve-racking. She wanted to go to see her dog. They were buddies. I don't know how Max is doing now. I hope he is doing okay. When we went to see Max, he came up running to her like he hadn't seen her in years. Heartbreaking but also heart-warming to see. Right in between. Cammi was so happy to see him. I'm sorry I don't think I will be able to talk about this without crying, so I will just tell about the last thing I wanted to say. We love you so much Cammi, and thank you for being our little warrior. Thank you.'
It was an honour to give a speech there, but it made me break down in the most depressive episode I have ever had after. I really felt miserable after. It hurt so bad losing that sunshine. She was a little light in my life. I have had a good deal of experience with kids and teenagers dying but Cammi dying hit so hard. I know it's just a patient, and you shouldn't let it affect you so much, but it did. I like both my jobs a lot, but I have dreamed of being a nurse for so extremely long, so I'm very thankful I got the job. My parents have always supported me in everything I have dreamed of. My childhood was okay, great to be honest. I was the only child, I don't know if I love that or hate that. Let's just say it's complicated.
I walk over to open the car door and get in and put my drivers playlist on, yes I have one. Doesn't everyone? If you don't are you even human? Like I don't trust people that don't have one. I drive down the endless roads. So boring. After around an 8-minute drive I arrive at the shop, to my surprise I see Lucy. At the entrance, smoking a joint. A fucking joint. It's fucking 9AM. She really isn't okay.
'Yoooooo.' She yells at me with so much excitement. She literally just woke up 15 minutes ago. Is she a wizard or something, I don't understand her. Don't think I ever will. She walks over to me and asks if I want one too. She knows I don't smoke. Gosh is she high or something? 'No, thanks. I'll pass.' I say while rolling my eyes. She hates when I do that. She hates me in general.
Love-hate relationships are amazing.
'Don't.' She sighs. God. 'Don't what?' I ask. 'You know what I mean Al.' She says while walking inside the shop. It's boring here. Going to be a long day.
Louis' POV:
10 am. Woke up actually late for once. Normally I wake up so damn early. Not even normal anymore. I get out of bed and rub my eyes. I'm still so tired, I walk over to the shower and take a quick shower before putting on some clothes. It's going to be a busy day. Meeting up with Niall to have some fun in the city. Also got this crazy event I have to go to with all the guys in the evening'. Boring. Harry left early, I think. Because he isn't here. Great. Won't miss him. He was such a jerk. I mean, come on bud. After I put some clothes on I go downstairs and sit on the couch for a bit while checking my phone.
I hate that Niall always. Literally always. Spams me with the most stupid shit. It's not even normal anymore. He needs help
Text messages with Niall:
(2:45 am)Niall: LOUIS
(2:45 am)Niall: GUESS WHAT
(2:46 am)Niall: LEWIS
(2:46 am)Niall: BRO. WHY ARE YOU NOT COMING ONLINE I HAVE NEWS
(2:46 am)Niall: PLEASE LOUISSSS
(3:21 am)Niall: OKAY FUCK OFF BYE GOODNIGHT
(10:23 am)Louis: what?
(10:25 am)Niall: Hi
(10:25 am) Louis: Hi?
(10:26 am)Niall: Open the door Louis.
(10:27 am)Louis: Oh my fucking god, are you kidding me. fuck you
(10:28 am)Niall: I'm cold
I get up from the couch, and I am planning to beat that fucker because what the hell. Why the fuck is he here? I walk over to the front door and see a shivering Niall standing there. He nearly trips while trying to get in my house, but I grab him by his shirt and pull him towards me. 'Why the fuck are you here?' I whisper in his ear. 'Sorry, but we have to go.' He whispers back. 'Why?' I ask while letting go of him.
