Once Upon A Wish

Chapter 13

I was going to have Kylie and Bailey make a video for their school but I decided that sense you guys have been waiting for a LONG time for this chapter that I’m going to be nice and do this chapter first (mostly for the sake of your sanity and soul(:). I hope you guys are still enjoying the story!

Just a heads up I’ve got a more than genius idea for another story! I’m so excited! I’ll keep you guys posted on info about my new idea!

ENJOY!(:

Chapter 13

*Niall’s POV*

As the door closed, my world started spinning.

Everything became a blur.

I felt like my feet were no longer on a flat surface but I was in a giant circular ball instead. I had to brace myself by leaning up against the door.

It took a moment for it all to sink in.

Kylie, the most beautiful girl that the planet has ever known had brain cancer.

Cancer.

People die when they have cancer.

Kylie was going to die.

I slid down the door. It was a slow and painful travel to the floor as it all sunk in.

I started sobbing. In just one day I had gotten to know this girl front and back and she knew me like the palm of her hand.

Nothing could’ve comforted me at this moment.

Not the boys.

Not food.

Not anything.

Fate had brought Kylie to me. The way we met was as ridiculous as a fangirl’s dreams.

We just happened to be on the same flight. Our eyes just happened to meet. I happened to fall in love with her beautiful eyes and laugh. Her hair was like a majestic golden river as it flowed over her shoulders.

I heard movement- squeaky cart wheels. I looked down the hall to find an old, hunched maid doing housekeeping.

I needed to be by myself. I got up, that was harder than anything I’ve done. My head was spinning so fast. It felt like I had a giant fish bowl inside of my head. It seemed that a little gold fish was swimming up there and he was banging up against the sides of my head. Whichever side he hit was the side my body swayed.

“Young man……?” The old woman was trying to get my attention. I could hear the worry in her voice. “Young man, do you need help finding your room?” She thought I was drunk.

But I wasn’t drunk; I was in a condition much worse.

Drunkards know what their getting into when they drink too much. They know that their going to throw up constantly. They know that.

Unlike drunks, I didn’t know that I was going to lose Kylie one day. I didn’t know that the girl I ran into the airport was going to change my view on other girls. I didn’t know that my whole world was going to crash because of one simple sentence, “I have brain cancer.”

As I was feeling my way down the hall I finally found a small conference room. It was a bright room, the walls being colored a mint green. It had big windows; a picture of a little garden full of pastel colored flowers covered one wall. The chairs looked too inviting; their big, lumpy cushions calling you out like they could see your tiredness.

I couldn’t be here. I need to find a new hide out.

The thought of going back to Kylie’s room crossed my mind but if I go back I couldn’t look at her face. The thought of losing her scared me.

I NEED ZAYN.

Zayn could help me figure these feelings out. I didn’t understand them.

I slammed the conference door behind me as went out to search for a vacant room that looked the way I felt.

As I turned the corner I saw a sign that said- Custodian Closet: Employees ONLY.

“Perfect,” I mumbled. I was so exhausted that I was crawling. It took all of my energy just to be able to reach the door knob.

I finally got it open and pushed my way pass bleach, mops, brooms, and oversized vacuums, locking the door behind me.

The last thing I can remember is the last bit of light being cut off from my world.