One Life

Chapter Two

Chapter Two~

Stella's Point Of View:

After I came home from the store yesterday, I felt so weak... the doctors had warned me about this, but I refused to care nor listen. I slept all day yesterday with a migraine, and hadn't eaten since the day before. They hadn't fully discovered what was wrong with me, but I knew for a fact that it was nothing serious, or at least anything that would require surgery.

My head was spinning. It was like suffering from a massive hangover, not that I'd experienced it before. I've only dealt with hungover people.

Speaking of hangovers, I kind of felt bad because I didn't take my shift at the bar last night.

I pulled the covers off my legs, slowly getting up.

There was a dint in the pillow on the left side of the bed indicating that I had slept there, while the right side had a plump pillow; the sheets and blankets were out of order. I looked through the covers for my phone, then shoved it in the side of my knee high socks and headed to the bathroom. It felt like the bathroom was miles away, but it was really just across the room. The atmosphere of my apartment made me shiver, causing goosebumps to rise on my bare thighs. I could even feel the cold wooden floors through my socks.

As I observed my self in the mirror, I pressed my palms to my pounding temples. My teeth were gritted, mascara smudged under my eyes as if I were goth.

It was like I was going to throw up, but there was nothing to throw up if I hadn't eaten. My stomach was empty. I felt so dizzy. What was happening?

My left hand cupped the sink, and my right hand was now running through my knotted ponytail. I could feel the beads of sweat building up on my forehead, and the back of my neck.

There were three of myself in the mirror. My face was almost... green? I needed to go to the hospital.

I didn't want to make a dramatic exit of leaving my apartment by calling the ambulance, I just needed someone to come, and take me to the hospital.

Somebody... Anybody, would do.

"Help." I moaned, the words coming out muffled and groggily.

Maybe I was dehydrated? After all I hadn't drunk anything in a day.

I stuck my face under the faucet as I turned the water on.

The water was cool in my mouth, I could feel it as it went down my throat, and swished in my stomach.

I looked back up at the mirror... My face color was back, but there were now five of myself, and this time they were spinning in circles.

My fingers were shaky when I tried to grab the white capped, orange bottle sitting on the ceramic sink next to my pink tooth brush, causing it to fall into the sink. I tried picking it up again and it was a success, the hard part was trying to get the little white tablets out.

The medication bottle fell out my trembling hands again, causing majority of the pills to go down the drain. I had managed to catch a few, and shoved two in my mouth; I stuck my head under the sink's faucet again for more water.

I was sleepy -even after sleeping a whole day- and dizzy, the pills weren't working fast enough. My legs were about to give up on me, the sink was right infront of me, but for some odd reason, instead I clutched the blue shower curtains.

"Please, Help me." I whispered.

I couldn't raise my voice any higher. Even if I yelled, no one would come for me, but it was worth a try.

The floor looked like it was coming closer. Each square tile slowly turning into circles.

Is this what it felt like to be drunk?

Everything went black when my forehead met with a flat cold surface, as well as the rest of my body.

I was still conscious, but I couldn't move my body. I could have sworn my body was paralyzed.

A warm liquid covered the floor around me.

Had I peed on myself?

Was I crying?

Maybe I had only been drooling.

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Harry's POV:

I kept thinking about this girl. One of the nerdiest girls in grade school, was now one of the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had glassy blue eyes, and long brown hair. I never noticed how beautiful her eyes were, and it may have something to do with the fact that she use to wear huge thick glasses, that were the center of attention on her face.

How ever cliche it may have sounded, I wanted to make her mine. If it wasn't for Niall's metabolism, he wouldn't have eaten majority of the food in the house, and if he wouldn't have eaten majority of the food, there would of been no need to go to the grocery store yesterday.

I wanted to email her from the minute her back was faced towards me, but that would have been too... Desperate.

I was pacing back and forth with my phone in one hand, and a small piece of paper with her email on it. Her writing eventually came off in the shower, so I had written it down, not that I didn't already know it by heart.

"But Louis, what if I wrote it down wrong?" I questioned, the half asleep boy sprawled across the couch, who was watching tv.

It was our last day off for the week, and we had rehearsals tomorrow, and a concert that night at the Staple Center Arena.

"Oh for god's sakes Harry! Email the damn girl, or I will!"

"But what if I forgot her email?!" I said panicking.

"Harry. Calm down. You have it memorized, and written down." He said bluntly.

I stop pacing, and sat down on the couch closest to the tv, and farthest from Louis.

He was right, I did have it memorized. I didn't need the paper; so I stuffed it in my pocket, and clicked 'Compose Mail.'

__________________________________________

-To: nutellastella@yahoo.com

Subject: (:

Hey Stella, erm...

It's Harry. x

> Sent from East 69th avenue, 1259.

@5:46pm

__________________________________________

I put my phone down beside me, and relaxed into the couch as I exhaled noisily.

That had to be one of the hardest things in my life.

What if she doesn't reply?

What if I never see her again?

If I do see her again, nothing could ever go on between us... not if I live in London, and she lives in Los Angeles. We're only staying in America for 3months. And we only visit every once in a while when we have free time or if we have to.

I couldn't do a long distance relationship.

I've just met the girl for the first time in years just yesterday, and I'm already thinking about a future with her.

What was I thinking?