Make A Wish(One Direction Fanfiction)

12: No Fans. Sorry.

CHAPTER 12

*Mia's POV*

"WAAAKE UPPPPP!" a voice screamed in my ear.

"Go away." I moaned, turning over in my bed.

"Mia, I swear if you don't get up, I'm going to go tell One Direction to go away because that you're not coming." Amy threatened.

"HOLY - WHAT? THEY'RE HERE?" I screeched, rolling off of bed and running to my bathroom to shower. Amy sauntered in behind me, smirking.

"Well, no. But it's 7:30, and you need to start getting ready."

I groaned, but pushed Amy out of the room and got in the shower because I was already up. I was washing my face when I had to calm myself down from a fangirl attack... after all, I was about to start my day with my five idols. I thought about how quick my showers were now that I didn't have enough hair to wash. I was still doing chemo, going in to the hospital every so often for treatments. I was feeling stronger, but I could tell from the doctors' expression every time that they believed I was a lost cause. I shaved quickly, seeing as I'd been too lazy for the last week or two. I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my body, going back to my room to find Amy perched on my bed, reading a magazine.

"Kim Kardashian's ass is like, bigger than my whole body. I don't know whether to laugh or be jealous." She said, not looking up from the newest copy of Us. I laughed and nodded, agreeing with her.

"Okay, what am I wearing?" I asked. Amy gasped.

"You didn't pick anything out yet?!" she screeched. I widened my eyes and held my hands up defensively.

"I didn't want to choose something without your approval!" I defended myself. Amy shook her head and threw herself in front of my closet, whipping through my sundresses. She took in a sharp breath when she came across the blue floral halter dress my mom had bought for me back in December.

"It's perfect." Amy and I said at the exact same time. We collapsed into excited giggles. Once we recollected ourselves, Amy tugged the dress off it's hanger and layed it out on my bed. She squinted her eyes in thought, obviously trying to figure out what accessories I would wear. She clapped once and rushed to the shoe section of my closet, picking a pair of matte white heels that I wore for homecoming in junior year. I nodded in approval at her choice; they were tall, just not too tall or too short. As Amy sorted through my jewelry, I retreated to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. I started with my makeup after I slipped on the wig that had been donated to me by the hospital, thanks to my doctor. It looked just like my real hair did. I concealed and powdered my face to perfection, adding blush for color. I lightly lined my eyes with a velvety chocolate eyeliner, making them look greener than usual. I dusted on summer-y combination of gold and green eyeshadow. Finally, I applied mascara to my eyelashes until they were so long that they almost looked fake. I inspected my face in the mirror, deciding my eyelashes were my best feature. They made my eyes look nice, I thought to myself.

I plugged in a curling iron with a big barrel and waited for it to heat. I spent about 20 minutes wrapping the wig hair around the iron, resulting in loose, beachy curls. I hairsprayed the light brown locks into place, then went back to my room to check Amy's progress.

"Oh my gosh, Mia, you look amazing." Amy said, grinning. I ducked my head and rolled my eyes, but I couldn't conceal the goofy smile on my face.

"So, what do you have for me?" I asked, gesturing to the dress on the bed. Her face lit up as she ordered me to put on the dress. She turned around so I could put on a bra and underwear, then pull the dress over my head. She zipped it up for me, then guided me over to my dresser, where a few things sat waiting. I smiled at her choices, which included the bracelet Dylan got me for Christmas, the white heels we had picked earlier, big pearl earrings, and the Michael Kors perfume that my mom bought me as a present. I put everything on, then spun in front of Amy for approval. She pretended to wipe tears from her eyes.