The Beautifully Reckless

Chapter Eleven

Mila-Rose's POV

I wake up to chatter coming from my kitchen and an empty living room. I sit up and grab my phone. I have a text from an unknown number and the message almost makes me cry. I stand up and quietly head to my room. I grab some clothes and take a shower. Once I'm done I put on a cropped sweatshirt, some ripped jeans and my high top Vans. I put my hair into space buns and spray some perfume. My make up consists of mascara, eyeliner and chapstick. I head down the stairs and enter the kitchen. All conversations stop and I get weird looks as I grab my messenger bag. "When did you get up and get ready for whatever it is you're doing?" Rosa asks. "I got up around an hour ago." I say, grabbing a water and a pop tart. "And where exactly are you going?" Jack asks. "The hospital. I need to visit someone." I say. Their eyes widen and they all follow me out to my SUV. I hope into the drivers seat while Jonah claims the passenger seat. Zach, Corbyn, and Jack took the middle row leaving the back row to Rosa and Daniel.

I turn on the radio and Sorry by Justin Bieber plays lightly through the car. I can see the confusion and worry as everyone tries to guess who I'm visiting in the hospital. The text this morning was from Make-A-Wish. A fifteen year old girl named Violet has had stage three stomach cancer since she was ten. And now that she was finally getting better Make-A-Wish wanted to surprise her with me. She's actually completely cancer free and she's supposed to be leaving the hospital around one. It's currently ten so we have time. I grin as we pull up to the hospital, unable to contain myself. I quickly grab my bag and head in, the others trailing behind. I go past the desk and right to the elevator. I press the button for the fourth floor once everyone was inside. I start shaking from excitement. This girl had one wish and she wanted to meet me. The WDW boys are just an added bonus. Corbyn opens his mouth, probably to ask why we are here but he's cut off by the elevator dinging. I squeal and rush down the hall. I hear them trailing and I stop at room 415.

I don't bother knocking, I just let myself in. Violet's back is turned and her family sees me. They try not to give me away with their excitement. "Can we go shopping once I'm out of here? I'm in desperate need of some new clothes." Violet says, oblivious to me. "Yeah, I need some new clothes too. Can we grab McDonalds too?" I say. Violet freezes and her family smiles. She slowly turns and as soon and her eyes land on me, she screams. She runs up and tackles me into a hug. Her family laughs as we lay in the floor, Violet sobbing into my chest. She finally lets me stand, tears still streaming down her face. I give her a proper hug and wipe away her tears. "Hey Violet. It's great to meet you." I say. "It's nice to meet you too." She says in between sniffles. "Boys say hi to Violet. Violet, I'm assuming you know who the boys and one girl are." I say, gesturing to my friends. "Yeah, that Rosalee. You met her yesterday. She's even more gorgeous in person. And those are the Why Don't We boys, also known as Jonah, Jack, Corbyn, Daniel, and Zach." She says.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you're a fan?" I tease, nudging her shoulder. "If that's the new word for a stalker then she's your biggest fan." A boy, not much older than us says. "Shut up Patrick. I'm not a stalker. I'm just extremely committed and dedicated." She says. I grin and high five her. "It's okay. I still fangirl a bit when they sing and I'm friends with them." I say, shrugging. "Really? You always look peaceful and relaxed when we sing." Zach says, extremely confused. "It's all internal. I can't embarrass myself all the time in front of you guys." I say. "The life of a fangirl is a hard life. It's not all rainbows and sunshine." Rosa says. Violet and I agree. "I'm fangirling right now because I'm standing next to my idol, her best friend, and my all time favorite band. You guys are my rainbows and sunshine." Violet says. "Why are you so nice, it makes me look bad." I say. "You're an amazing person." Violet argues. "Mills is a monster. If Satan himself crawled out of hell, landed on earth, and vowed to destroy all of humanity with a plague of fiery death, Mills would fuck him in the ass with his own pitchfork until he bled out and died." Jack says.