Make A Wish(One Direction Fanfiction)

6: Never Forget

if you're goin through hell, keep on goin. don't slow down, if you're scared don't show it, and you might get out before the devil even knows you're there

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CHAPTER 6

*Mia's POV*

I looked over at Liam Payne as I walked on stage with the rest of the boys. I opened my mouth to sing before I felt a wave of terror... what am I doing?! I sound like a tortured kangaroo when I sing! I gave an SOS look to Harry but he just gave me a cheeky wink. I turned helplessly to Zayn who grinned and ran his tongue over his lips, then he began to give me reassuring advice until he was interrupted by the four other boys screaming SURPRISE! in my face. Seriously guys.. you just ruined our whole concert. Wait, I'm not in one direction. Why am I here?! I looked around frantically, but the stage slowly faded in to a hospital room. Oh yeah. I'm a patient.

"You're finally awake, girl! We've missed you!"

Startled by the unexpected voice, I looked up to see my friends grinning at me from different spots in the room. A smile snuck on to my face as I realized I must have heard them yell surprise when I was dreaming.

"How long have you been here?" I asked curiously.

"Um only like 7 hours. You sleep like a rhino." that was Ali.

"Shut up Ali. We've only been here for like 45 minutes." Grace gave me a reassuring grin.

"We brought you chocolate! Um but we may or may not have gotten kinda hungry while we were waiting... here, these ones are the best." Lila giggled and tossed me a delicious looking chocolate, which I eagerly crammed in my mouth, because duh.. it was chocolate..

"I seriously love you guys." I sighed.

"we knowwwww" they all responded in unison.

At this point, I had a crazy battle raging in my head. I could tell my best friends, aka my fellow fangirls, that I was going to meet One Direction at one of their concerts... but then they would realize that the doctors think I had no chance of living. Honestly, I was losing hope myself. In the back of my mind, I knew I was only being stubborn and that the doctors were right; I was going to die. It's better that my friends knew this now rather than later.

"Guys, I-" I started, but I was cut off by Lila covering my mouth with her cold hand. I scrunched my eyebrows together and narrowed my eyes evilly as I stuck out my tongue.

Lila screeched and yelled, "EW. GAWD MIA. I was just trying to stop you from saying something stupid in front of-"

"In front of me? Mia could never say anything that I would find stupid." Was that... it was. I turned my head to see Dylan leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed, standing with one foot behind the other. My friends "awww"ed and winked at us as Dylan slowly strolled over and sat on the edge of my bed and stared at me seductively. Suddenly aware of my appearance, I felt a pink tint creep onto my cheeks. I frantically ran my fingers through my hair and attempted to check my reflection in the window on the far side of the room, which didn't really work.

"You look beautiful, princess." Dylan spoke up when he noticed my attempts to fix myself. I didn't believe him, but I smiled at the ground and thanked him anyway. Glancing back up, I saw Dylan distribute requesting stares to each of my friends. They seemed to understand what he was silently asking, because they told me they had to get going, but they would be back as soon as they could. I watched them file out the door to leave me alone with Dylan.

"So... cancer." He stated. My eyes widened; I was not expecting this to be our topic of conversation. Dylan saw my expression and chuckled.

"Listen, I understand if you can't talk about it just yet. Just remember that I'm always here for you, and I'm ready to talk about anything and everything." His simple speech just made me feel happy for the first time in what felt like years. Worried that looking in to his eyes may have revealed something that I didn't want to know, I chose to lean in to his warm chest and rest with his arms around me for a while.

"Am I going to die?" I wondered aloud.

"I don't know, baby. I don't know." Dylan whispered.

"Will you forget me if I die?" I asked in my tired state.

I felt Dylan shift his body uncomfortably, and his hesitation to answer worried me. Finally, he asked: "Did I ever tell you about my father?"

Puzzled with the change of subject, I shook my head. "I don't think so."

"He died of cancer when I was younger. He was a great man... he made some mistakes in his life, but I've made it my responsibility to make up for them. He was a great father, a great coach... and a great... husband to my mom." I didn't respond to Dylan's story at first. I was surprised that both of our dads had died of cancer, it was really a pretty crazy coincidence. but I was also thinking about how his voiced seemed forced when he said his dad was good to his mom; maybe that was one of the mistakes he had made.

"Why didn't you tell me before? I told you about my dad." I asked, stealing a look at him as he started off in to space. I was relieved when I found that his eyes were clouded with emotion, and tears were shining, but not yet falling. He was too strong to let them tumble off his long eyelashes. I was comforted by his eyes this time; he was reacting the way any young man would when talking about their dead dad.. right?

"I don't really tell people about him. I loved him, but I wasn't exactly proud of him. Anyway, my point is, he's gone... but I still think of him every day. I still make up little conversations between me and him when I miss our talks; when I miss his voice, I play our old home videos and the voicemails he's left me. I'll never forget him, and if you leave me too, I'll never be able to forget you either." Dylan's voice was thick with an emotion that I couldn't describe. Not being as hardened as Dylan, I let the tears that had welled up in my eyes trickle down my makeup-free, slightly freckled cheeks.

"Dylan... if being with me is too hard, I understand. You don't have to stay because you feel bad or anything." I clarified, hoping he wouldn't actually leave.

"Don't cry, princess. I know I've only known you for a few weeks, but I really hope you agree, it feels like it's been years." Dylan paused and looked at me; I grinned through my drying tears and nodded in agreeance. Satisfied, he continued; "So I don't want to let this get in our way. Cancer, I mean. I'm sure you're strong enough to kick it's ass by yourself, but if you'll let me, I'd love to stick around and help you out." he took a deep breath and played with my fingers, waiting for my reaction.

I sighed contentedly and leaned even farther in to the boy I was falling for.

"Want me to leave you so you can sleep, baby girl?" Dylan asked like the gentleman he was.

"Stay." I demanded.

"Always..." I heard him say as he layed next to me as I immediately drifted to a dreamless slumber.

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AMY'S POV

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"What do you guys think of Mia's new guy?" I asked the girls, wondering of they had picked up the weird feeling I had about him.

"Totally hot. And Sweet. And polite. And well dressed. And pretty much made for Mia." Taylor ticked off his qualities on her fingers. I gave a questioning glance to the rest of my friends, but they all just nodded and gave words of agreement. Was I just as paranoid about boys as Mia now?

"Totally. Him and Mia are too adorable." I chirped, keeping my worries to myself. Mia was a smart girl, she could figure this boy out without interference from me.