It didn't take long for a tall and slim old man to walk into the room. He also had a clipboard, with several pens sticking out of the white coats pocket.
"Hello Stacey, I'm sure you want to get out of here as soon as possible. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can see if you're able to return home." He said kindly, his face never losing his smile.
I just managed a tiny smile, my eyes twitching with sadness. All I could think about was Zayn. I wish I felt the same way for him as he did for me.
"Can you try standing?" I nodded, slowly turning to face him. With my feet dangling over the awkwardly tall bed I let in a deep breath and held it. The Doc was standing a few feet from me looking ready to catch me if I was to faint again.
I slid down, my toes making contact with the ice cold floor. Blackness began to cloud my vision and my hands grabbed the bed for support. I felt hands on my back. "Stacey, would you like to try tomorrow instead?"
"No, I'm fine." I stood at my full height getting ready for the blackness that never came. A true smile erupted on my face. "I did it," I squealed. It felt like I was walking for the first time in months.
The doc chuckled, "now if you're ever under stress and you feel the dizziness coming just take in deep breaths and close your eyes." I nodded.
He explained a few more techniques then left me to lye down. Tomorrow I can go home, and quit my job at the Lincoln Hotel.
The doc said to distance myself from anything stressful. And those boys made my life hectic.
I took a drink from the bottle of water on my little side table and laid back down on my back. My eyes traced the patterns on the ceiling before I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to my mom, her hand was gently caressing my cheek. "Oh, Stacey I didn't mean to wake you. Are you ready to go?" She asked her hands returning to her sides. I flew up into a sitting position a smile gleaming on my features. "I'm so ready to get out of here."
I flipped the covers over and hung my feet from the side of the bed. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and scooted to the floor. When my eyes reopened there were no black dots, and I felt better than ever.
A knock came to the door just as my mom was about to speak. "Ms, your wheel chair is here." The same nurse from yesterday declared. I glared at the little mobile chair and left into the bathroom, a pile of my clothes from mine and Zayn's date lay there, clean. My heart skipped a beat as flashes of his disappointed face crossed my mind.
Inhaling deeply, I got dressed and walked back out into my room and got into the wheelchair.
My mom followed suit behind us and the nurse slowly pushed me down the halls and into an elevator bringing up flashbacks of Harry. My frown deepend and I grew angry. Why was I so bipolar at the moment?
The doors opened and we arrived into a sort of waiting room where I saw Winter. "Winter!" I got up, avoiding the nurses pleas for me to sit and down and ran to her hugging her around the waist.
"I came here as soon as I heard what happened. The others came as well... just not all of them." She smiled. And just then I noticed 2 figures standing behind her. Niall and Liam. Niall waved and Liam ran to me embracing me in his strong arms.
I inhaled his sent and stood back to look at him. His face saddened. "Stacey, are you alright?" His hand came to my cheek his thumb caressing where a single tear had fallen.
I hesitated, "yeah, I just missed everyone." I wish my dad were here, he'd hug me till everything was better. He'd tell me some of his corny jokes that always made me laugh, but he'd always laugh harder than I.
The tears were now pouring down my face and a soft sniffle came from my mouth as I tried to calm myself down. Liam's
arms came around me once again, tighter this time. "It's alright Stace, I know you miss him. Shh, don't cry." He soothed into my ear.
His words did little to help but his arms around me helped me stay intact. "Thank you." I said before pulling away and offered a small smile to my friends. I didn't know what to say about Harry and the rest of the boys not coming. But Louis was never really my friend after all. I think he hates me even more since I shot him down.
I walked back to that awful wheel chair and let the nurse roll me to my grandma's car. Liam, Niall and Winter said their goodbyes and Liam gave me his number. I couldn't help but smile at Winter's and Niall's interlocked hands. I knew they would date eventually.
I wonder what happened to Ryan..
Why am I worrying about him? I hardly know him.
I sighed and got up from the wheel chair. The nurse took off before I could thank her so I just got into the front seat of the car.
My mom was already in there with the engine running. "Where's grandma?" I fastened my seat belt and she took off toward home.
"She's at home cooking dinner. She wanted you to have something to eat on your first day back home. She's missed you, so have I." She smiled. I mildly smiled back. Then thought of something.
"Can you swing me by The Lincoln Hotel real quick. I've decided to quit my job there." She didn't say anything just nodded her head.
It took about 30 minutes to arrive to the over sized building. "This won't take but a minute." I opened the car door and looked back at my mom. She gave me a reassuring smile, I guess she could tell that I was nervous.
If Winter wasn't working here today then it must be Ryan at the front desk. I guess I'll just have to try and keep my distance.
I entered the front doors and better yet there was Ryan, he was on the phone and typing away on the computer. Good, hopefully he won't notice me.
I made my way to Mr. Lincoln's office and knocked.
Here goes nothing. I just hope he doesn't get angry at my sudden decision.
I finally updated. Sorry I haven't in such a longtime.
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The Lincoln Hotel, Every Directioners paradise. (1D Fan Fic) (Editing Needed)
FanfictionWhen my dad died me and my mom were forced to move to London and live with my grandma. She lives in a small apartment with three bedrooms and one bathroom. But my grandmas living off of her life's savings so I pitched in and got a job working at the...