I sat in my hotel room, with the lads since my room was the only one that did get reception. Suddenly something came up on the news:
" A 12 year old one direction fan died of cancer, saddly she died just now. If you would like to pay your respects please call this number. 567-2345-1290. Thank you."
I shut off the T.V. and looked at the guys. All 4 sat expressionless. "Can't believe, this just happened...". Whispered Niall."First thing in the morning, we will visit the wake, stay there and say our apologies. " Harry stated. "We'll have to write them a check." Sighed Liam. "No." I looked at him. "This is about a death not, all about money." Piped up Louis. "We have to be there." I whispered. "Did you all see the teenage girl with the baby at out book signing?!" Laughed Harry, trying to change the subject. "No."I shook my head in annoyance. "That's not funny." My jaw tightened.
The next morning we awoke, got dressed into all our black suits, letting lou do our hair, everyone seemed miserable. Execpt Niall for some reason. "C'mon boys, the wake starts in a couple of minutes." Paul sighed. We all shoved our phones inside our tux pockets, we left the bus walking down to the church. No fans at all. Wow. None of us said a word. This was a hard moment. The church was beautiful and, all the people there looked, pretty depressed. "Today, we gather here to say our farewells to, this precious angel." Tears sprang to my eyes. The pastor walked away allowing only 2 people at a time.
Me and Louis were the first ones, we prayed silently. I fell to my knees and sobbed. I could have helped, her. Louis helped me get to my knees without falling. I walked back to the seats, all I could only hear muffled cries. I let tears go, too. Anyways we were in God's house. "Thank you, all for your time. Tomorrow the burial will begin at 2:00 o'clock noon." The pastor left the altar and people began exiting, saying their goodbyes.
We all sat stunned, by today's events. I really felt like it should have been me taking her place. She deserved life, actually. I wish she would have been the one walking, around with a shirt and signs that said: I kicked cancers butt! Or I am a fighter! With a marching band behind her. I stood and left before I began to cry. I slid into my bunk, letting tears fall.
"Zayn, mate you okay?" Liam whispered in the darkness of night. "No, not really. You know, Liam she should have been the one with a shirt thst said: I kicked cancers butt! But now, she's resting. Not in pain. But resting." I cried. "She was in pain, Zayn. You couldn't have helped her, you were on the other side of the world!" Liam, slid into the bunk. "She's not in pain anymore, she's resting in peace." Whispered Harry before sliding into the bunk. "She is a fighter. She went down with a fight." Louis crammed in. "A brave beautiful young, girl." Whispered Niall pushing his way into my tightly packed bunk. "Sweet, lovable Hilary, died trying." I finally whispered. "We're all hurt. We all think we could have done better." Sighed Liam. We fell asleep together but, crammed.
