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Amelia’s P.O.V.
I’m keeping a careful eye on Phoebe, because in a way, I feel like this is my first test with his family. Even if his mom didn’t mean it that way, I’m taking it that way because I want to show her that I can be responsible with each part of his life. I would feel awful if I let something happen to anyone in Louis’ family, even something as small as a cut or a burn.
“So are you Louis’ friend?” the little girl asks me. I’m not sure how old she is, but she looks anywhere from eight to ten: old enough to have a decent small conversation with, but not old enough to go really in depth.
“I sure am,” I say with a smile. The oven dings and I can smell the cookies already. As I reach to open it, I give Phoebe a mischievous little smile.
“What? I’m not gonna touch them!”
“That’s a good girl,” I say as I put on an oven mitt and slow take out the sheet, setting it on the counter. “We can’t have your mommy being mad at you.”
She shakes her head at me like I’m atrociously wrong. “It’s not because of that.”
“Then why is it?” I ask, a big smile on my face as I tickle her stomach. I have no idea how serious she’s about to get.
“It’s because I’m sick.”
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“I went to the doctor and he did lots and lots of tests. I went back yesterday and he said I’m sick.”
It takes me a few minutes to realize what she’s telling me. She must be the one that has cancer. Louis told me it was one of his younger sisters, but all his sisters are younger than him and I didn’t feel like it was my place to ask which one it was. When I look at her again, my whole demeanor changes. I want to be even more careful with everything I say and do now. I know I shouldn’t. I know that putting her on eggshells and treating her like a fragile China doll is only going to make things worse for her. I don’t know what to do, but I do know that I can’t just walk away.
I get down on my knees so I’m on her eye level. “Did your doctor tell you what you what you have?” I word my questions carefully in case her mom has told her something to try and make it seem a bit less scary.
But to my surprise, she nods back at me. “He told me I have cancer.”
“And do you know what that means”
She shakes her head this time. “He didn’t really tell me very well. He told me I have to come back to the hospital a lot to get better, then he talked to my mommy by herself. I played on her iPad in the waiting room.”
I’m impressed that she knows so much, but it also makes me really sad. She’s so young, and she understands a lot more than I would have at her age. I’m just so afraid she’s going to get this notion that it will be easy to beat this, when it reality it’s going to be overwhelmingly difficult.
“Phoebe, I want you to know something, okay?” I place my hands firmly but gently on her shoulders. “If you’re ever scared, even for a minute, I want you to get your mom and call me alright? Now I live all the way in America, so I can’t come over all the time, but I will talk to you for as long as you need me.” I already have an overwhelming feeling that’s telling me I need to care of Phoebe. And not only that, but I want to. It’s not just a responsibility for me. It’s a necessity; it’s someone I need to do to feel okay with myself.
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Swing (A Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fiction)
أدب الهواة“So what made you think you could take a life, and just push it, push it, around? I guess to build yourself up so high, you had to take her and break her down.” --- When the girl you love has such an influential father, your relationship isn’t going...
