I open the envelope and read the note.
'Dear Ms. Porter,
We have found what caused your blackout. We did some tests and X-rays. We looked everywhere and couldn't find anything. We felt that we needed to do it again just in case. We did and found something. Your white blood cell count is very, very low. This is a serious problem. We need you to call the number below and set up an appointment. Thank you.
Holmes Chapel Hospital'
I read the number at the bottom.
'Steve Peterson: Oncologist
555-1125'
Wait... Oncology? That's... Cancer. Oh no. I can't have cancer! I can't! Harry cannot find out about this. Not yet. I will go to the doctor and wait for what he tells me. That's when I will tell Harry. I don't know for sure if I have cancer, so he has to wait.
I slip the note back into the envelope. I'll call the oncologist when Harry is gone or in te shower or something. Speaking of Harry...
"Hello, love!" He said and kissed my cheek.
"Hey, Harry," I said.
"I was wondering... Want to go out to dinner? You can pick this time."
I thought...
"Hmmmm... How about... Brio?" I asked.
"You really like Italian food, don't you?" He smiled.
I nodded. It was my favourite.
"You know what I like?" He asked.
"What do you like, Harry,"
"You." He smiled and kissed me.
"I don't like you though." I said.
"What?" He looked confused.
"I don't like you... I love you." I said.
"Oh... You scared me for a second." He said, "but I love you too."
I giggled.
"Get ready! It's already 5:00!" He said running out of the room.
I walk I to his room to get my clothes and makeup. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I undress and get in. I start to sing,
"See you calling again.
I don't wanna pick up no oh.
I've been laying in bed, probably thinking too much. Oh oh.
Sorry I'm not sorry for the times I don't reply. You know the reason why.
Maybe you shouldn't come back.
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me.
I'm tired of being so sad.
I'm tired of getting so mad, baby.
Stop, right now, you'll only let me down. Oh oh.
Maybe you shouldn't come back
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me.
Trying not to forget.
Should be easier than this, oh oh.
All the birthdays you missed.
I was only a kid, oh oh.
Sorry I'm not sorry for the times I don't reply.
You know the reason why.
Maybe you shouldn't come back.
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me.
Tired of being so sad.
I'm tired of getting so mad, baby.
Stop, right now. You'll only let me down. Oh oh.
Maybe you shouldn't come back
To me.
To me.
Sorry I'm not sorry for the times...
Maybe you shouldn't come back.
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me.
Tired of bein so sad.
I'm tired of getting so mad, baby. Stop, right now. You'll only let me down. Oh oh.
Maybe you shouldn't come back.
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me.
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me."
I finish singing.
"You have a beautiful voice, Skye." I heard a familiar voice.
I blush.
I walk out of the shower and get ready. I picked out a galaxy print high-low skirt and a white tank top with a large diamond on the front. I also grabbed a black fedora and white hightop converse. I put on my outfit except my hat because I curled my hair first. I also put on my makeup. I put on my fedora and take a look at myself in the mirror. I actually look good for once. Surprising.
I walk out an grab my black clutch. I walk downstairs to see Harry wearing black skinny jeans, a white shirt and a black blazer with his hair gelled into a quiff.
"Hey, handsome." I said. "Ready?"
"I'm always ready, beautiful." He smiled at me.
He walked me to his car and helped me in. We drove for about twenty minutes before we pulled up. He immediately opened my door and helped me out. He opened the door to the restaurant.
"Beautiful women first," he said.
"Why thank you, handsome door... Holder... Person... Whatever you call it..." We both giggle. We walk in and sit down.
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Ugh I had the worst night of my life.
Literally I'm crying because I am so heartbroken....
Why doesn't anyone like me...?
Maddie</3
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