Book One: One Direction's Dancer

Epilogue

*wipes away tear* this is it. This is the end. Thanks to every one who read this book!

Word Count: 1918 (I tried to make it to 2000 but bleh)

Kailyn's P.O.V

"How are you feeling, Kailyn?" My nurse asks, looking at the monitor beside me and scribbling on a chart.

"I'm so nervous. My palms are shaking and my heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest, screaming." I answer truthfully, taking deep breaths.

My stomach is in knots. Today's the day of my surgery. I've been trying to keep my mind off things for a while, but the television on the wall is no longer distracting me from my thoughts. I feel like I'm going to throw up.

"There's no need, darling. Everything will be okay. How is your foot feeling? Can you move it?" She questions, lifting my sheet to reveal my foot, which is still swollen. They've been applying a cold cream to reduce it, but it hasn't done much.

"I can move it, but it hurts a lot." I declare.

She nods, writing on her chart again. The scribbling of her pen is starting to irritate me. Actually, everything about this hospital is displeasing me.

"Okay Kailyn. You have a few hours until the doctors are ready for you. Would you like anything?" She stands up, dusting her overalls off. As if there's any dirt in this place.

I shake my head, flopping back into the bed. It's not like I can have anything anyway. The doctor told me I can't eat or drink anything.

She nods, closing my door behind her. I glance around my room again. Flowers and various gifts dot the room, from the fans to the girls at dance and other people from school. The word about me being in the hospital spread to the world, and so many ridiculous rumours floated around. A few of them are that Niall pushed me off my balcony, that Kendall tripped me at dance, and so many more. Abby recently did an interview and put an end to those lies and set the record straight.

I grab the stuffed panda Logan sent me, cuddling it into my side and watching Pitch Perfect. Zayn and Niall just went to go cleanse themselves, because they sure were starting to smell. We let Liam stay home because he's a mess. He barely talks to any of us, and when he does his voice cracks. He doesn't eat most times, we all have to force him too. We're all really worried about him. How could Danielle just break his heart like that?

Louis is going through a pretty rough time also. He and Eleanor aren't on the best of terms right now because almost as soon as they engage in a conversation, it ends in an argument. I'm really worried about their relationship. First Liam and Danielle, I don't want them to be next.

Chloe hasn't been back to the studio since she left, and I've have tried face timing her, calling her, texting her but she has been ignoring all my attempts to try and reach out to her. I've basically given up at this point.

I sigh heavily. My brain feels heavy. I'm thinking too much.

I reach across for my phone on the table, opening up my 'Instagram' and scrolling through my feed. The fans are so nice. I reply to a few of my mentions and a few of my direct messages, ignoring the rude and nasty ones. If we're being honest here, the less nice comments never really get to me. There'll be some days when I'm totally depressed about it, but most times, I just shrug it off. I'm learning to try and not care what people think about me. Especially people who don't even know me. Besides, there's more nice comments than rude ones, and I'm grateful for that.