Direction Dreamer

Chapter Four

I stopped dead in my tracks walking out of the bathroom, my jaw dropped what felt like to the floor. Five gorgeous guys were standing in my room. “This has to be a dream.” were the only words that escaped from my mouth. “No love, we’re here to make all of your wishes come true.” A curly haired one with big dimples said. I damn near fainted, One Direction was in my hospital room, this could not be happening. Then I remembered my wish. “Oh my God,” I whispered under my breath. The boys began singing “What Makes You Beautiful” to me, and tears fell like raindrops in the middle of April. Each of the five boys surrounded me, while my hands covered my mouth. I was awestruck. This was beautiful. I loved it, every second of it was like a dream. I took it all in, hoping that time would freeze and I’d be able to comprehend all of this, remember this exact moment forever. Once the song was finished, I cried even more. “You know you’re beautiful, don’t you?” Harry asked me. “N-Now I believe it.” I stammered, crying more. “You shouldn’t cry, you’re too beautiful.” Niall said, taking my hands in his thus taking them from my face where I was wiping all of the tears. His big beautiful blue eyes glistened like the ocean, seeming so genuinely sincere, and my tears stopped flowing. I was overcome with joy. Louis, Liam and Zayn all came over to hug me, with Niall and Harry joining in after a moment. “You have been my biggest inspiration to stay strong. You have shown me that in my darkest hour beauty is more than appearance and that having cancer doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful. My strength makes me beautiful. Thank you all so much. You don’t know how many hours I’ve spent cooped up in this room listening to your music, reading conversations that made me laugh so hard my cheeks hurt, and admiring you all. You’ve kept me strong and I’d like to thank you all for being you. I can never, ever thank you enough.” I sniffled. “You don’t have to thank us Mikaela, Just be you and you’ll always be beautiful -- you don’t need us lads to tell you that.” Liam said. “Oi mates, I’m surprised she didn’t scream!” Niall said with a chuckle. “Why would I scream?” I asked, puzzled. “Damn near all fans do.” Zayn scoffed. “I’m not damn near all fans, and I think it’s a little disrespectful depending on the situation. I mean, you’re just people.., yeah, you’re famous but that doesn’t make you any less human. You’re just successful is all.” I said sternly. “I like this one!” Louis said. “Lou, I do too,” Harry said, looking at me like a little boy would who just received the best present ever on Christmas morning. This was the best day in my entire life.

“Cal, she has to be discharged, there’s a little boy on the list to get in who needs the room more than she does…” Dr. Grier said. “Holcolmbe, what am I supposed to do with her? She has no place to go! She has NOBODY! How can you just do that to a seventeen year old girl?!” Callie yelled. “Listen Cal, I’m sorry --” the doctor started. By some chance encounter, fate maybe - who know? A woman was walking by during the heated conversation between Holcolmbe Grier and Callie Cregan. “Pardon, but what’s the problem here?” she asked. “The Doc is throwing an orphan onto the street, real professional, isn’t he? Callie said angrily. “We can’t have that, poor dear!” the woman said. “Do you know anybody who would take in a sixteen year old girl?” Callie asked. “I have four girls back home in England, Another wouldn’t trouble me one bit.” she said. “Please tell me you’re serious… you’d be seriously making a family for a girl who has never had one. This would be so amazing for the most beautiful, sweet and talented girl…  I could just hug you!” Callie said, little tears welling up in her eyes. ‘Completely. Feel free to get me some adoption papers. I won’t bother telling my boy, he’ll find out soon enough.” she smiled, doing this all on a whim, and so the signing began.

“Mik, pack up your belonging honey. You’re leaving her tonight!” Callie strutted in while three of the boys were sitting on the couch in the room, while Harry, Louis and Mikaela were sitting on her bed. “Are you serious? Where am I going?!” I asked. I had been dreading the day the words that followed poured out of my social worker’s mouth. “You’ve been adopted.” Callie said, grinning. “By who? I asked. “Come in here!” Callie called. A woman walked in wearing a long black skirt and a gorgeous purple blouse paired with a stunning pair of black heels. Louis stood up, with only one word escaping from his mouth. “Mum?” he said.