Mistakes

04. Ignoring Problems

I quickly grabbed my clothes and ran into the bathroom in the guest room. Turning on the water and my music, I stripped down and stepped in.
Unfortunately, Waiting for Superman by Daughtry started playing, which was our song.
Halfway through the first verse, I broke down and crouched down to my knees, sitting in the corner of the shower, bawling.
I heard a knock on the door, making my head pop up.
"Ryan?" I heard Michael call.
Clearing my throat, I wiped my tears.
"Yes?"
"Do you, um, want to come to the interview with us?"
"Why?"
"I'm worried about you."
"Don't be. I've survived a hell of a lot more than my boyfriend cheating on me."
"I know. Spencer told her and well, she accidentally let it slip when she was in danger."
He knows.
My head spun.
"Tim died that night. That's the same night I met Greg."
"I figured when you said that you had been dating him for two years."
"Why do you want me to go with you?"
I needed a change of topic.
"Because I don't want you to be here by yourself. You'll be tempted to do things that you don't need to."
"I'm not suicidal."
"By what Spencer told me and the fact that you are listening to Waiting for Superman by Daughtry, I beg to differ."
"You know Daughtry?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Greg," I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear it.
"Well, he's an idiot. He has to be to cheat on you anyways."
I smiled wide and I felt my cheeks heat up.
"How much time do I have until you leave?"
"Our stylist and the boys aren't here yet, so you got plenty of time. I'm not the last person who gets their hair done."
"Alright. I'll be out soon."
I quickly finished my shower, shaved my stubbly legs, and stepped out of the warm shower.
I slipped on a black crop t-shirt that ended right below my ribs and a light blue overall skirt. It took me a good fifteen minutes to do my make-up because my eyeliner wing took forever to be even, and then blow dried my hair.
As I let the little dampness dry, I went into my room and slipped on my black, worn out, Converse. I looked at my necklace and smiled.
Right before we parted, Kate gave me something that was special to her. It was a necklace her parents had given her right before she left for base.
It was silver, kind of plain, and had a small charm on it that says "laughter is timeless imagination has no age and dreams are forever"
It always made my day, thinking back to the easy times.
I twisted the tiara around my finger, knowing that it was the most special. Tim gave it to me, always poking fun at me for my name being Princess.
That's what everyone called me though and I was six years old.
Soon after I slipped my shoes on, I entered the bathroom again, turning on my straightener. I ran my fingers through my newly dyed purple and pink hair. I dyed it the day before I left the United States.
That seems like so long ago, but it was only like four days ago.
With my music still playing I grabbed my hair brush as I waited for my straightener to heat up completely.
Luckily, this time, a happy song came on.
It was That Girl by All Time Low.
"What am I supposed to do oh, oh when she's so damn cold like twenty below? That girl, that girl she's such a bitch but I tell myself I can handle it." I belted out at the top of my lungs as I sang into my hairbrush.
I then grabbed my straightener, which I grabbed from my old apartment after game night with the help of the boys.
I was moving my hips, singing along, and straightening my hair when I heard a knock on my door.
"You almost r- woah."
"What? Does it look bad?"
Michael shook his head.
"Then what is it?"
"Ugh. Nothing. Are you almost ready?"
"Um. Yeah. I have a little of the top section and then I'll be done."
He nodded and left the room.
What is going on with him?
As soon as I finished my hair, I went and grabbed my phone and wallet before leaving my room.
As soon as I walked out, the boys stopped talking and looked at me.
"Hey you, it's your turn to see the beauty in yourself just like you tell everyone else," Michael mumbled.
I cocked my head, but ignored it because I felt like I wasn't supposed to hear that.
As soon as I stepped out, the boys and I were rushed to the car.
In the front was the boys bodyguards, and then Michael, Ashton, and me, then in the back it was Calum and Luke.
"So, what is this interview?"
"Not really an interview. It's a live stream."
"Oh. That's cool."
"Yeah. We're answering questions about the upcoming album. All that fun stuff."
I smiled.
"So, Mikey never told me. What's your band name?"
"I just thought you knew. You don't know who we are?"
"I mean, I might. I'm not really into the whole 'obsessing over a boyband' thing."
Everyone tensed when I said boy-band.
"Well, we aren't a boyband, so you're good there," Michael snapped.
"God, I hate that word."
Everyone gave me weird looks, confusion taking over their features.
"What do you mean?"
"My dad always said that if a band is made up of boys, then it's a boy-band. To me, those awful stereotypes are just that, stereotypes. I don't care what you are, if you have good music, I'll listen to you."
Michael and Ashton hugged me, tight.
"Can't-breathe."
They let me go.
"Sorry, but seriously, that's awesome."
"Now, what is your band name?"
"5 Seconds of Summer."
"Wait. Y'all are 5 Seconds of Summer?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with us?"
"With the way Greg's sister talked about you guys, I thought. Never mind."
"Greg shit talked us didn't he?"
"Yeah. A lot. Said y'all got his sisters hopes up."
"What do you mean?"
"His sister was fourteen when she was diagnosed with malignant fibrous histiocytoma of bone. It's a very rare type of bone cancer that stops the growth of new bone tissue."
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry."
"She fought so hard, but she didn't make it."
"I wish there was something we could've done," Calum said.
"You don't know?"
Luke and Michael looked at each other.
"It's a small world after all," Michael sang softly.
I nodded.
"She died two weeks after you face-timed her."
They looked in their laps.
"We knew she didn't have long, so I stayed with Greg after that and it made us all happy that she was happy and going on and on about you, we thought she would fight harder, but her little body couldn't fight any longer. We woke up in the middle of the night to her flat-lining."
They all looked down. Michael and Luke probably didn't remember her, but a selfish part of me wants them to.
I remember the last thing she said to me.
Do whatever makes you happy. Live for me. See the world you haven't yet. You're the best sister I ever asked for, and I know that one day, you'll become my sister-in-law.
Greg and I weren't married. Far from it actually, but she was sure we were going to.
We might have, if it wasn't for the drastic change in him after she died.
He began drinking, a lot. He became abusive and heartless, but I stayed with him, thinking it was just a phase.
I was so wrong and promised myself from this day forward I would keep my promise.
I would do her last wish for me. Her last request.
Its all I can do to become alive and staying making so many mistakes.
A/N: so, please know that I know and am close to someone who has cancer, but that does not mean that I'm an expert on it, especially the bone cancer.
I tried to get it right, but I do know a lot about the Make a Wish foundation. It's a pretty great organization.
I hope you all liked this chapter, please vote and comment. I hope you all keep reading!!