I woke up, realizing my iPhone was still on to One Direction. I smiled, I loved them so much. I'm also back in my bed, snuggling under my baby blanket and hospital blanket.
My mother walks in, crying. But this is something different, these really look like tears of joy.
"Arabelle, your chemo is over for two weeks!" Screams my mother, smiling and crying.
I want to scream, it isn't very often that I leave the hospital for more than two days at a time, let alone two luxurious weeks!
"And I have a suprise for you! She pulls out two tickets to ONE DIRECTION and backstage passes!
I jump out of the bed, grimacing at the pain. "Thanks so much mom!" I yelled, hugging her. I climbed back into my bed, shaking from excitement.
"When do we go home?" I asked my mom
"Right now!" She replied, putting my things in a suitcase she must've brought from home. I hopped up and made the bed up. I wouldn't miss this room, I never missed my hospital rooms, even though they were basically my second home.
My mother drove our convertible out of the parking lot, and we blasted up the music and just celebrated, her long brown hair blowing in the breeze, and me giggling, holding down my blonde wig to keep it from blowing off. I've never had hair before, well I did when I was three, before diagnosis. We got home, and I was shocked, it was like I didnt even remember the place.
My house is pretty big, three floors, a huge kitchen and screening room and an outdoor pool. I'm almost never in my paradise home though. I run inside to my bedroom and squealed-it was just how it was seven months ago when I was here last, my seafoam green walls covered with pictures of my dad, One Direction and my friends, the white fuzzy carpet with the seafoam green rug and my king sized bed with the white comforter with seafoam green polka dots, my iPhone dock, my desk and huge dresser. I love my room so much!
I flop down on the bed and take out my iPhone and pull up my instagram. I go through my feed, seeing all of the supportive comments from my four million followers. I love them all so much, they support me in anyway I need.
ArabelleStylesxoxo: at home! Yay!
Wait until they see that. I go to my closet and through on a white miniskirt with a yellow strapless tanktop, and some yellow flip flops, and go outside for a walk on the beach, daydreaming about meeting One Direction.
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The Bucket List (a 1D fanfic)
FanfictionArabelle is 15, and her biggest dream is to meet One Direction, and when it comes true she and Harry start to become good friends. Arabelle is also sick with cancer, and her cancer gets worse and they find out she doesn't have much time left. She an...