At First Sight

Sick and Styles

"Laryngitis?" I croaked. "Yes, Miss. Ellie. I'm afraid so. You have had for a little while now. It can't just go away on its own. As it started it grew worse and worse. Which is why your throat is sore so often and why you lose your voice." The doctor replied. I frowned. I had no words. Even if I did have any I couldn't say them. It was every singers worst nightmare.

"Your going to need to rest your voice for a week or two. You need to drink plenty of water, have a humidifier on while you sleep and while your around the house. You will also need to take this liquid medicine twice a day." I nodded slowly. "And Miss. Lighten?" I looked up at the doctor. "I'm sorry but no singing. If you do it could really hurt your voice." I nodded and looked back now at my white chucks. He looked back and talked to Harry about keeping a close eye on me. He gave my Uncle Taylor the slip to get my medicine and bid us a good day.

Not singing for 2 weeks. So basically not no joy for 2 weeks. No mum to show in me. For. Two. Damn. Weeks. No talent show either. I was letting Harry down. Big time too. No voice lessons. No talking. I'de have to carry around a stupid little white board and marker. Dumb. Stupid. Just shit.

"Boo?" My Uncle said shaking me from my thoughts. "I'm going to go get your medication. Do you want me to drop you and Harry at home?" I looked over and Harry who looked funny. I nodded. We headed home and. My uncle dropped us off. I dragged myself upstairs to bed and plopped down an buried my face in my pillows.

I felt a body jump on next to me. I turned on my side and see Harry. "I'm sorry about you're throat, Boo." He said looking guilty. I nodded and he just started at me. "We can't do the talent show. It's a week away and you can't sing let along talk..." I sighed knowing he was right. The next couple weeks were going to suck.

I turned and laid on my back staring at the ceiling and my glow in the dark stars. Harry scooted closer to me and laid in the same position. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his hand inching toward mine. I grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers. It's funny, he had fairly large hands and mine are rather tiny. But yet they fit perfectly together.

His thumb made circles on mine. It immediately relaxed my whole body. He smiled knowing that I had loosed up. He turned on his side and propped his head up with his hand as his other left my hand and made its way up to my waist. I turned on my side and looked at him.

He is the most handsome guy I know. Those green eyes where killers. And those dimples? Oh. Man. But I think what I loved most was his curls. They framed his face perfectly. He was perfect.

He pushed my hair behind my ear an left his hand on my face. "I'm gonna miss hearing your voice...God your beautiful." He brought his face closer to mine. I rolled my eyes and he retreated. "But I'm not going to miss you arguing with me. Do you always have to be so damn stubborn? Seriously, Ellie. Sometimes it's a good thing other times its just shit." I frowned and sat up. I knew he was going to continue so I braced myself. "I get your insecure but you got to get over it. It's so friking annoying. And would I kill you to actually take care of yourself? Not just how you do all your shit but how you eat and exercise. It's doing you more bad then good!"

I got up and walked to my bathroom. He was mad. I don't get what I did to make him so mad. I locked the door and slid down to the floor. I only started to let years fall when I heard "Weak much..." In a husky deep voice outside the door.