Happily

Chapter 8

Carter's Pov

I would be lying if I said I was sad that the concert had finally I ended. I was actually grateful that it had ended when it had. My head ache was worse. Much more worse then it had been when the concert had begun. I tried to make myself believe that all of the noises were making me feel this way, but I knew better than that.

I didn't want to make a scene, though, and I didn't want anyone to worry about me, so I pretended as if I was just a little tired out, which I was, though.

Sheryl could tell something was wrong with me, though. I don't how she managed to figure out my emotionless face, but somehow she did. She grabbed my arm and helped me stand up out of the plastic seat that I was sitting in throughout the whole performance.

She guided me to the wheelchair that had brought me down here before that we had abandoned before. She then told me to sit down which I quickly obliged to. Sheryl pushed me into the line that has now formed in front of the elevator. All of the patients were smiling and laughing, completely the opposite of what I am doing right now. I just wanted to lay down for a while and rest. I know I should be excited about the major pop stars coming to visit me because it is a once in a life time opportunity, but I don't want them to pity me like everyone else in the world does. I know they are actually really trying to help me out, but to be honest it makes me feel a lot worse.

When the line finally shrinks, Sheryl pushes me into the snug elevator. She presses the button with my floor number on it and we waited until the automatic doors opened for us, so we could leave.

She then rolled me over to my room and nicely opened the wooden door for me. With Sheryl's help I stand back up onto my tiny feet and hobble my way over to my bed.

"The, ugh, band will probably be up here in an hour like they had said they would be. If you want me to I will stay in here with you until they come and visit." My kind nurse tells me.

"I think I will be fine. I think I'll just rest for a little while before they come into my room and visit me." I said.

"Alright. Like I always say, if you ever need anyone for anything just press the emergency button."

"Ok." I wave her off. When she walks out of my room I close my eyes. I just really want a break from everything right now. I have been through so much shit this past week that I can't even keep up. If only Lauren were here to comfort me right now. If only cancer would have taken my life instead of her I wouldn't have to suffer through all of this pain that cancer causes me. If only I were normal and didn't have to deal with all of these things that I have lived with for the past four years.

Before I know it I drift off to sleep.

Harry's Pov

After the small concert we had just finished performing for the patients, the lads and I are led into a small break room where I believe the employees take the breaks they are sometimes granted.

We have around forty-five minutes left until we begin our 'meet and greet.' I really don't know what to do, though, because what am I suppose to do at a hospital?

I can go and visit the fans who have gathered outside the hospital, but Paul told the lads and I earlier that we couldn't. I actually wish I could, but I understand where Paul is coming from. If I take one picture with a fan, I would have to take one with everybody. The crowd would just keep on growing and growing until it's so dark outside you wouldn't be able to see my face in the picture. 

"I have just talked to you're management and they have told me that you will all be able to stay throughout the whole day, today." A nurse, who I haven't realized joined us, says.

"How long will we be able to visit each patient for?" I decide to ask for my band mates and myself.

"We have figured out that since its early in the morning as of right now, you will be able to visit everyone for about twenty-five minutes each." She informs all of us.

To most people that probably seems like a fair amount of time, but when you think about it, it's a very short amount of time to get to know someone.

We all nod and the blonde headed nurse walks out of the room and starts to talk to Paul.

Seeing that we have about a half hour left to do anything that we please, I decide to eat something little and check my twitter. I press the blue app to open it up.

After looking at very few mentions that I was mentioned in I decide to tweet something about our concert we have done just minutes before.

Very lovely people we have just performed for. xx -H

In an instance my mentions blow up. Most of them are good telling me what an amazing thing my friends and I are doing for these patients. But with every good thing comes something bad as well. Some of the bad ones try to tell everyone that the only reason I am doing this is because management is making me, but that is not the case.

The lads and I wanted to give back to something and we just happened to find this hospital. Actually management did not want us to come to this Cancer Treatment Hospital because apparently no celebrity has stepped foot in here, but I am actually pretty sure one did. Since few celebrities did come here we thought it would make our performance much more appreciated, I guess you could say.

By the time I closed the app on my new iPhone we only have five minutes until we start our tour around the cancer part of this huge hospital.

And if I do say so myself I am very excited.

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Anddddd how was that?(-: