Vogue.

Fifty Six.

Celine

Tonight is our last show of our tour. It started out as an emotional day. I wanted to spend all of it with the girls but I had an appointment at the clinic. Harry went with me but had to step out to conduct a meeting over the phone.

When we left I was crying, one, because it hurt, two, these treatments didn't seem to be helping me, and three, because I didn't want to say goodbye to everyone today.

Harry held me outside of the clinic when we were done. I sucked in an uneven breath and held onto his shirt.

"I think I'm gonna talk to Mel." I sniffled, closing my eyes and leaning against his shoulder.

"Baby," He spoke, making me look up at him. "You're gonna be okay. I don't care if I have to drag you to every doctor they recommend." He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Excuse me?" We both turned around. I saw a young girl and a group of girls behind her.

"Hi sweetie." Harry said as I turned to wiped the tears off my face. I then turned to look at the girl, she looked around five or six.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you I think you look like a princess and I love you." She smiled.

"What's your name?" I asked, crouching to her height.

"Ally."

"Well Ally you are a princess, and I love you too." I smiled.

"Can I have a hug?"

"Of course!" I leaned forward and squeezed her. She introduced Harry and me to her sister and her friends.

"Celine, are you okay?" The sister asked me quietly.

"It's been an emotional day." I nodded, feeling my eyes burn. "I think I may just need a really big hug." I sniffled. Immediately they wrapped me in a big hug.

"Thank you guys." I held in a sob.

"Okay, c'mere." Harry commanded softly, tugging me into.

"Bye guys. Bye Harry." A few of them called.

"You're okay, be strong." He kissed my temple as we walked.

We had a car pick us up and take us to the arena. On the way there I sent Mel a text telling her I wanted to talk.

"I'll see you when you're finished." Harry kissed my cheek. He dropped me off at one of the empty conference rooms and went back to our dressing room.

"Hey," I sighed, dropping my purse.

"Hi sweetie, what's going on?" She asked.

"I brought the copy of my stats from today's treatment and the previous two." I pulled them out of the folder. "My BMI is still too low, the toxicity isn't going down anymore, and now I'm deficient in Iron and Calcium." I told her pointing to the values. "I'm not getting better." My voice cracked.

She sighed and scooted forward to hold my hands.

"Okay, I'm going to call your mom and get her to schedule you an appointment with your general practitioner when you get home. You show him these." She pointed to my folder. "And I want you to show him your copy of the original diagnosis from Dr. Andy. Okay?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Come here. You are so strong. You've toured through all of this. Dance and vocal rehearsals, shows, meet and greets. I know you can do this, okay?" She hugged me. "Do you feel okay today?"

"I'm tired, but I'm okay." I nodded.

"Good, you're gonna do great tonight." She said, and dismissed me.