My Heart Beats For Only You

Prelude

Prelude: Last Hope

I remember the Doctor pulling Mom aside to talk to her. She burst into tears and grasped the Doctor begging him desperately to help me.

What was wrong with me?

I couldn't hear their conversation. I knew I was always sick. That visits to the E.R. were common. But I was young. I couldn't understand.

I was always homeschooled. My mom couldn't afford public school because of the medical debt we were in. Dad never stepped in to help. He left. And now I realize he's never coming back.

I was such a burden...

It was a Monday. Bright sunshine glimmered through my window and cast away shadows. I hated the dark.

I stood up and slipped from my PJs and into a band T-shirt and colored jeans.

I went into my bathroom to brush my bronze colored hair, then brush my teeth.

I placed two fingers to my wrist and felt my irregular heart beat.

Thump..tha-dum...thump...tha-dum...

Today was a big day. Maybe too big. I'm not really sure I'm ready.

I have dealt with my heart condition for eighteen years. Today was going to change that. I'd finally go in for surgery. They said they can cure me!

I was nervous...

My mom came in and kissed my forehead.

" Ready, sweetie?" She asked.

" Yes," I sighed, " Let's go before I change my mind."

We went to the hospital. It was all a blur.

I was rushed into the E.R. Needles and wires were hooked into mu arms. I watched the medicine drip into the wires. Then, I drifted off into nothingness.

I woke up.

" Sweetie," My mom cried, " You're cured!"

Then, I actually woke up.

Tears slipped from my eyes and landed on my shirt. What a cruel dream!

I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. I couldn't get too frustrated.

I was becoming dizzy and had to calm down.

I took in a breath, then let one out slowly.

God, I desired a cure so badly.

Once I felt better, I took out my phone. On Twitter was a sweepstakes for meeting One Direction! I gasped.

One Direction had practically saved me. They were just my idols.

My heart began to pound again. I became light-headed.

All I had to do was write them a letter.

I closed my eyes and breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth.

I began to type nervously.

' Dear One Direction,

Hello, my name is Lexi Adean. I have a rare heart disease. I'm going to die eventually. I have a bucket list and one of the things one of the things on it is to meet you guys. So please, pick me.'

I stopped. I began to write my life story about my birth, mom and dad, then a bunch of fun facts about me.

I have been a Directioner since the X-Factor days.

Once I finished, I hesitated. I was never so nervous in my life. My heart pounded in my ears and I was dizzy again.

I took a chance. I sent it.

I looked out the window. It was raining. It was always raining in London.

I haven't lost hope yet. I was going to leave my mark on the world.

I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep in my white hospital gown and bed. In my white hospital room. The only sound was my heart meter announcing my irregular heartbeat.