Believe in Bree

Staring up at the ceiling of her hospital room, Bree was making a mental list in her head of what she wanted for Christmas. It was the 12th of December so she had 13 days until the 25th. Every year the nurses at the hospital got her a present. She had been in the hospital in and out for eight years, and every year they gave her a present. They always asked her to make a list but really they all knew what she wanted. She wanted out. She wanted to be out of the hospital on Christmas Day but she knew it wasn't possible. Her chemotherapy was too much of a risk to be letting her out of the hospital especially in the middle of summer.

Bree rolled over on her side in pain and looked at her assortment of wigs, hats, bandanas and head bands. She had them all hanging up on one side of the room. Bree was 18 and she had had leukemia since she was eight but they only discovered it then she was ten. By then it was too late to get rid of it completely so she was put on chemo.

As she tried to drift off to sleep she heard her door open, she quickly sat up and saw that there was a boy who looked about 19, wearing dark sunglasses and a low pulled down cap standing in her door frame.

"Oh. Sorry, I must have the wrong room." The boy said with an apologetic tone in his voice. I cleared my throat and softly said,

"It's fine. Really."

He smiled and took a step forward,

"Hi, I'm Zayn."

"Hi Zayn, I'm Bree."

He looked at me with his head cocked to the side.

"What room were you looking for Zayn? I probably know were it is,I've lived in this hospital for eight years."

"Eight years! What on earth is wrong with you to make you stay eight y-" he trailed off cupping his hand over his mouth.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean it that way!"

"It's fine." I respond with a small smile.

"I have leukemia," I start, "I have been doing chemotherapy for eight years."

Zayn's eyes were looking a bit wet, he quickly turned around and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Please don't cry." I say.

He turns around again.

"You're so brave. It must hurt a lot."

"It does."

He slowly walks forward and takes up the seat next to my bed.

"You don't mind do you?" He asks.

"Are you sure you don't have to find that hospital room?"

"Nah," He starts, " Louis won't miss me for too long, he's got Harry, Niall and Liam with him anyway. "

"Wait a second, I thought you looked familiar."

Zayn pulled off his shades and Hat,

"So my disguise kinda worked then?"

"Hahaha. Yea I suppose so."

"So why is Louis in hospital then?" I start.

"I can't say, he doesn't want it going public."

Well I don't go out in the public, but I understand."

He smiles and opens his mouth to speak

"So are you a fan?"

"I don't really listen to music, my mum thinks it kills brain cells..."

He try's to resist laughing but can't help it.

"I am a fan though. One of the nurses gave me Midnight Memories the other day. I have been listening to it in my Walkman secretly."

"Do you have to stay in here?" He asks.

"I'm allowed out if I'm in a wheel chair but I have to ask the nurse."

Zayn stands up and runs out the door.

Oh great, I think to myself. Now I've scared him off...

Suddenly he appears at the door with the cheekiest grin and a wheel chair infront of him.

"Jump in." He exclaims with a wink.

I turn to slide off the hospital bed and I feel the cold tiles hard against my bare feet. I stand up and collapse almost immediately. My knees are too weak to hold me up. Zayn rushes over and lifts me like a small child up into his arms. His jacket is soft and he cradles my head under his chin. He places me in the chair and smiles as he wheels the chair out the door.

Half way down the hall, we take a left and was into room 184. Louis is sitting up on the bed with Niall, Harry and Liam in chairs around him, Niall has his guitar and he's stating to play 'Little Things.'

As Bree and Zayn enter the room, they all stop what there doing and stare.

Bree felt sick. Maybe this was a bad idea..