Up All Night (One Direction FanFic)

Surgery

I woke up letting the long night take its toll on me. I had been up the whole 8 hours, tossing and turning, fretting over my surgery. Today was the day. My nerves were high today.

I got up and the chest pain was so bad I nearly buckled over. Just one of the many effects of having a defective Aortic Valve. Open heart surgery is the only cure, lucky me.

I picked out a plain red t-shirt and jeans knowing that whatever I wore wouldn't matter anyway. In a few short hours I'd be changed into an ugly blue hospital gown anyways. Again, lucky me.

I went downstairs and poked around in the fridge, coming up with nothing. I settled for a bottle of water.

"Goodmorning. Ready for your big day?" My mother asked from behind me.

"Nope, but I don't have much of a choice do I?" I replied sullenly.

"You'll be fine. Harry dropped these off earlier, he didn't want to wake you and he gave me specific instructions that go along with them." Mum put the flowers on the table and gave me a big hug and kissed my forehead. "There."

"Aw, what a cute boyfriend." I said as cheerfully as I could, my heart fluttering in my chest.

We drove to the hospital in silence, neither of us knew what to say in these sorts of moments.

When I got in the hospital I met with my surgeon and he left me to get changed in what would be my recovery room after the surgery.

Getting dressed into the hospital gown was difficult with my hands shaking so hard.

I had always been a healthy kid, the only illnesses that I ever encountered were the chicken pox and the common cold. Well, until 2 years ago when the massive chest pains started getting me. It felt like my insides were on fire and would leave me gasping for air, tears in my eyes.

Which brought me here.

The smell of hospital overwhelmed me, setting in the reality-- making my hands almost rattle right off my wrists. The surgeon knocked on my door asking if I was ok and I tried my best to keep my voice even as I let out a barely audible "yep".

He opened the door and reminded me I couldn't keep on any jewelry. I took out my earrings, and coaxed my shaking hands to pry my promise ring off my hand.

The surgeon sent me a reassuring smile and I followed him into the room where it would take place. I bid my mum farewell and hugged her- she was reassuring me the entire time but all I could think about was how I wished Harry could be here, to tell me how I would be alright and I'm being silly.

But he wasn't, so I swallowed the lump in my throat and laid down on the operating table, not listening to a word the many surgeons, doctors and nurses were trying to tell me. I just shook my head occasionally and gave them my best smile before they put me out.

When I woke up, I didn't feel like myself. I saw my mum snoring in a chair in the corner of my room and my breath caught. How long was I out? I felt through my hospital gown and my fingers grazed the stitches on my chest. Everything was so real! The joy I felt at that moment was amazing. The surgery I had been worrying about for the past year, is over! I survived!

I let out a hysterical laugh, but the incision hurt a little.

My laugh seemed to have woken up my mother, her eyes fluttered open and she jumped up.

"Katy!" She said a little too loudly, a nurse with a maternal look to her opened my room door with a surprised look on her face.

"You're awake!" They both gasped at the same time.