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Chapter 2

I shot my eyes open looking around me. No one was there , only me and some tubes here and there. I wondered what happened to me. I exhaled thinking about the dream I've saw. A hundred questions were floating in my mind.

Who was this boy?

Why did he say sorry?

Why were his eyes so appealing?

Why did he rescue me?

Who was he?

And more questions. I just wanted to know who is he. I really think I've seen him before. But where? I can't remember.

Suddenly as I am thinking my mom comes into the room crying.

"Oh sweetheart! You finally woke up!" My mothers cheered wiping away the tears.

"Yeah?" I truly don't feel comfortable around anyone even my own mother.

"I have some news for you." My said taking things seriously.

"Bad or good?" I asked.

"Both." She said.

"Go on . Tell me.

"Bad. The tumor in you lung growled a tad bit but the doctors made it shrink back again. You have to stay here for 2 months maybe.." She said making me sigh.

"So that is the all?" I asked.

"Nope. The good. Your favorite band is coming to make a charity for kids with cancer. So there visiting everyone that has cancer." Mother said making me gasp.

"Which band? The fray or one republic or one direction or - " My mother cut me off.

"One direction." She said smiling warmly. Oh my god!! I am going to meet one direction. Now you may think I am insane but for now , I love the killing disease inside me. Oh god!! I can't believe.

"Your kidding, right?" I ask her still not getting the fact that one direction are coming and I am going to meet them...

"No. One direction , the boy and , are coming to the hospital and you are probably going to meet them." She said smiling.

"When are they coming?" I asked.

"Tomorrow." She said.

"I have to be ready. I have to do my hair, change these hideous clothes, remove away these stupid tubes, and you have to get me all my posters that I have at home." I rambled out making mom laugh.

"Calm down." Mom said.

"Okay. Oh yeah mom, where is dad?" I asked remembering dad dint show up yet.

"He went to get you some clothes." She said."I am going to call him and tell him to bring the stuff you want.if anything happens call me London." She warned leaving me And going outside.

I, London Hart, the 16 year old girl with lung cancer that may be cured, the girl that suffered cancer for 2 years is going to meet one direction. I am so happy. I probably look like this 🙀 right now.

I wish life stays that way.