Suicidal Dreams (a one direction fan-fiction)

It was just a dream

Ha ha ha thought u had gotten rid of me sorry I've got more to write about I hope that's alright. Sorry I haven't posted I've been so busy. love ya to bits

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I woke up in a pool of sweat and shivering. Someone was feeling my forehead. I opened my eyes and blinked. A pair of blue eyes was looking at me and I groaned clutching my throat. "Yup she's got a fever! NURSE HARRY WE ARE GONNA NEED SOME SOUP. I sat up and thought about what had happened yesterday. Well... Umm this is awkward. But hey if he wasn't gonna mention it then I wouldn't either. For now. Then there was the dream. It was only a dream. A heard a knock at the door and it opened revealing Harry in a apron walked into my room. I rolled my eyes and tried to talk. All that came out was a squeak. "Ki you've gotta be quiet you don't wanna get even more sick. "You can't either" I whispered. "Don't worry about me I got you an appointment at the doctors in an hour. Ummm what time is it" he said in a rush. "7:23" Liam said walking into the room looking at me. "Oh we gotta go" Harry said putting down the soup and walking out of my room. "Kay love you ki I'll be back in an hour" Niall said following Harry. I turned on the tv and laid back down. I changed it to nick. igo one direction was on. I switched it not wanting to watch anything that I had watched a MILLON other times. MTV the VMAs were on again... I sighed and changed the channel one more time. I decided to stick with whatever I had chosen. About 45 minutes passed I got up and put on some sweats and I tee shirt. I heard the front door click open and I grabbed a sweat shirt. I walked down the stairs and saw Niall walking through the door. "How ya feelin" he said feeling my head again.

"Sick and dying" I groaned.

"Did u eat anything"

"No"

"Ok so then eat."

"It hurts to swallow" I said moaning.

(A/n what's the difference between moaning and groaning??)

"Well we gotta go so..."

I nodded and pulled on some uggs. Niall opened the door and I pulled on my hood feeling the blast of cold air. I got into the front seat and soon we were at the doctors office the one I had been going to since I was like born. I jumped out of the SUV wincing at the pain in my Rib. I closed my car door and followed Niall into the building. We got into an elevator and pressed the number 4 button. It dinged and the fourth floor appeared on the other side of the sliding doors. I followed Niall to the reception desk. "Um appointment for Kylie Horan." She nodded and said "the doctor will be right out." I sat down in a chair. A few minutes later a nurse came out. "Kylie. Oh Niall how have you been" she said patting my back and showing me to the second room. "Oh let's get your hight and weight" I nodded and she weighed me. 62 pounds and 4'5 inches. Yup I'm under weight. What else is new. I walked back to the room and sat on the table. "Ok... So any current injuries we should know about."

I looked at Niall and smiled. "Uh broken rib broken nose stitches and black eye broken wrist." I whispered out grabbing my throat. "Wow" she said gapping at me. I looked down in shame. "And so what can we help you with."

"She's got this throat thing" Niall answered for me.

"Fever?"

"Yup. She's burning up" he said.

"Ok the doctor will be in in a minute" she said smiling. A little while later my childhood doctor walked in. Dr. Arth

"Oh my favorite patients" he smiled his tiger stethoscope swinging. I smiled then groaned.

"Ok wow lots of injuries. ummm throat, fever" he said looking at the computer. I nodded and he felt my head. "Yes you are hot hot hot" he typed something and got out a Popsicle stick. "Ok say ahhhh" I opened my mouth but no sound came out. "Ok it looks like strep throat but we're gonna have to do a culture." He got out a cotton swab. "Ok it's gonna be like I'm gagging you for a sec but then it should be fine." He stuck the swab in my throat and scrapped some goop from my throat gagging me. "And you can't talk?" I nodded and he typed something into the computer again. "Kay I'll be back with the results in a minute" Niall thanked him and he left the room. A few quiet awkward moments went by and the dick finally strolled into the room the way doctors do. "Ok so bad news. You've got strep throat to the point that if you talk then you can severely damage your voice. So no talking. And um I can have the medicine out at the front desk. This should clear up in about 2 days so no talking and liquids are really helpful. Best if luck and take care" he said. Niall thanked him once again and we were on our way. We got to the car and I buckled my seat belt. "So you wanna go home or um the studio" he said driving out of the parking lot. "Home" I mouthed. He got the message and nodded handing me the medicine. I stared out my window thinking about the dream I had had last night. It was now raining. I closed my eyes and felt a hot tear roll down my cheek. I wiped it away as soon as it had come and stared out the window again. Was I really worth it? The more i thought about it the more I died inside. ∞★∞★∞★∞★∞★∞★∞★∞

Sorry that was extremely short but I needed to get something up so please stay with me love ya