Make A Wish(One Direction Fanfiction)

7: it'll get better

CHAPTER 7

Zayn's POV

"I'm sorry mate. I know you really wanted to see Perrie." Liam tried to comfort me. I had just finished throwing a fit about how management was forcing us to do a show in LA. Don't get me wrong; I love LA almost as much as I love performing, but the show was scheduled right smack in the middle of the week I was supposed to go see Perrie.

I think it partly may be my fault; management didn't want me to propose to Perrie. In fact, they threatened to fire me... I have Liam to thank for getting me out of that one. I guess they didn't want a member of One Direction being completely off the market, hopefully forever. I don't even try to torture myself with thoughts of not being Perrie's.

"Thanks Liam. I'll get over it. It's not like we're going on a surprise tour or anything." I joked.

"There's one more thing..." Liam began slowly.

"Holy shit. Liam, if you tell me we're going on a surprise tour, I swear I'll-" I raised my voice, but stopped when I saw Liam rolling his eyes and laughing. "What..?"

"Zayn, there's no tour. I just know that things like this get you all depressed. Anyway, we'll be meeting and spending the day with a cancer patient. From what I understand, she's 7, almost 8." Liam smiled sadly as I turned to the wall and rested my clenched fists upon it. He's right, I hate meeting cancer patients. I know that sounds terrible, but seeing those kids with their frail bodies, wispy hair, and gray looking faces just gets to me. I wish they would just have them talk to us on the phone, but I suppose they deserve to have what they want. They go through too much.

"We're meeting her in LA, then?" I clarified.

"Right. Cheer up Zayn, we'll be making her last bit of life much better." He reassured me. I let out a pent up sigh.

"Yeah, I'm heading to the gym. See you later mate." I made my way out the door before he got to reply. Crossing the street from my flat to the gym, I blocked out thoughts of Perrie and cancer and concentrated on living in the moment. It'll get better... right?

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Mia's POV

I slammed my notebook shut when I heard my door open. I casually let it slip on the floor and offered a faint smile to my doctor as he entered, which he gladly returned.

"It's all set up." he grinned.

"Excuse me?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"One Direction has agreed to do a special show in LA on May 25th. You'll spend the day with them, probably go out to lunch or something, and then sit in the VIP section for the concert. The details haven't been decided yet, as it's only December." he informed me.

"Oh my gosh." I stated simply.

My doctor frowned.

"Is that not what you wanted?" he asked, dissapointment etched across his gentle features. A giggle escaped my mouth.

"It's more than what I wanted.. but when I meet them... I won't have hair, will I? Because of chemo?" I asked in a monotone voice. I didn't want him to know how much I strived for perfection in my looks.. not that it would ever be accomplished. ha.

"Well.. no. I'm sure something can be arranged. We have a few months." I gave a satisfied nod, knowing he would come through for me.

"Great. I'll leave you to rest, then." Doctor Henderson turned and glided in his long white coat to the door, until he sharply faced me again.

"I almost forgot! You'll be going home soon, hopefully for a while. We'll only need you back in occasionally for checkups and treatment." he winked and strolled out of the room. My mind processed what he said and my jaw dropped. Home? Holy crap, HOME. No more disgusting hospital food. Or uncomfortable pillows. Or being endlessly bored.

Score.

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I was in the hospital for 3 more days before I was realeased. In that time, I managed to finish the packet I was supposed to be keeping up with because of how much school I was missing, watch almost 3 seasons of Pretty Little Liars, and read 4 fanfictions. I felt pretty accomplished. My mom was working when I was dropped off at home, so I had the house to myself. Grinning, I began to make myself at home... in my own home.

First, I took a hot shower. The hospital showers only got warm at their hottest, which is seriously like a crime. after my shower, I pulled on a pair of light wash, slightly ripped skinny jeans, an oversized cream sweater, and a pair of fuzzy socks. I threw my wet hair up in a bun and applied a tiny bit of makeup, just so if I saw myself in a reflection, I wouldn't cry at my appearance. After I finished dusting on some powder and applying mascara, I wandered to the kitchen. I spotted the fridge and narrowed my eyes in anticipation... this was the moment.

"CHARGE!" I screamed in my head. Or maybe I said it out loud. Who knows.

I sprinted to the fridge, yanked open both sides, and basked in the glory of fresh foods. It was already 4 o'clock, but I hadn't eaten anything all day so I would have an empty stomach to fill up.

An hour and a half later, I was sprawled out on the couch watching old Friends reruns on our dinosaur era television. Everytime I giggled to myself, it would turn into a groan. So full... so full. Maybe I ate too much. After 6 or so episodes, I was reaching for the remote when my phone let out a loud ring, scaring about 10 years of life out of me and causing me to spaz out and land on the floor. Typical Mia. After standing up and brushing myself off, I plucked my phone off the coffee table and studied the screen. I debated answering, because I didn't recognize the number. Before I knew what I was doing, I had answered and given a chirpy "Hello?"

"Hello, may I speak with Miss Mia, please?" said a muffled voice with a fake British accent. I rolled my eyes, knowing this was a prank call.

"Yes, this is she." mimicking their politeness, minus the accent.

"This is Cara Ferguson from the management of One Direction." the woman continued, causing me to scoff.

"Of course it is, how are you Mrs. Ferguson?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Fine thank you. I am calling to talk to you about your day with One Direction." my first thought to this was wow, whoever this kid is really doesn't understand sarcasm.

My second thought was, oh wait.. this is real, I have cancer, I'm meeting One Direction. I forgot, oops.

Quickly erasing any leftover sarcasm from my voice, I asked her to proceed.

"Very well. I informed Liam to tell the other boys that they will be spending the day of the concert with you. All they know is that you are a 17 year old cancer patient, so you can fill them in on the rest. Today is... Let's see. December 19th? You will attend your day with them on May 25th. Goodbye and see you soon." Before I could even thank her, Cara hung up. May 25th... that was in, like, 150 days! I could wait that long... I mean, at least they know I'll live that long.

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so this week is finals week and I'm gonna DiE oMg anyways I'm supposed to be studying but THIS IS A FREE COUNTRY AND I DON'T WANT TO lol time 2 fail #swag

if you haven't seen Dylan sprouse's tumblr post about his nudes I'm begging you to read it it's the funniest thing I've ever read I'm crying

plus he kinda trashed Taylor swift oops nice one Dyl

that is all bye