Love in Due Time - A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 2: The Trip

CHAPTER 2:

I was released from the hospital the very next day, and according to my calendar, I had about 60 days left to live.

The car ride home was very awkward. My mom's knuckles were white against the steering wheel and her whole body was tense. She was probably thinking about how everything would play out once we got home.

Not able to bear the silence, I finally spoke up. "Mom, it's okay. If I only have-" I took a sharp breath. "If I only have two months to live, I don't want to remember you like this. This, this isn't helping."

She let out a sigh. "I'm sorry. It's just hard for me to cope with, you know?"

"It's not your life at the line." I said a little too sharply, and she flinched. "I'm sorry. My head hurts." It was a lame excuse, and I immediately felt bad.

I turned towards her. "Mom, I don't want to go to school. I'm going to drop out. It will just make my head hurt and there really isn't a point of wasting my time at school."

She nodded her head. I was going to go into the senior year, and now it was obvious that I wouldn't need an education.

"I was thinking that maybe instead, I could do crazy things that I never thought possible."

"Honey, the doctor said you needed to take it easy."

"No, Mom, I'm going to live my life. I've always wanted to travel. You know that it has been my dream for years to go to Europe. If I never got cancer, I would have applied to Oxford University and lived in England. Please just let me go. The costs won't even matter because it's not like you'll ever have to spend money on me ever again. I want to go. Please."

There were tears in her eyes and she swerved into another lane. "How can you talk about this like it's no big deal?"

I looked at her, and tears began to form in my own. "I guess I was just able to accept that there's no fighting it. I might as well enjoy myself."

She nodded her head. "When do you want to go?"

"The next flight. As soon as I can."

"And who would go with you?"

I hesitated. I know that I will miss my mom, but I don't want to drag her into this. My heart ached because I felt selfish, but this is something I need to do on my own. But if she lets me go, what happens if I have another attack? Or what if I die early?

This most definitely is the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life. Of course my mother can't go. She has work. None of my friends can go because they still need to be in school. Well, there was this one friend that came to mind, but the idea seemed nearly impossible.

After thinking it through in my mind, I finally decided like that would be my best option.

"Mom, what about Maddie? She already lives in England and she's a responsible adult. Do you remember her?"

My mom laughed. "Oh, I remember her. She wasn't a responsible adult the last time I saw her."

"Mom!" I sighed. "She's attending college there and she's four years older since the last time you saw her. We have kept in touch all these years and she's totally awesome and I would trust her with my life. She's responsible, trust me."

We pulled into our driveway and it seemed as if my mom may have relaxed an inch or two. She looked at me with sad eyes.

"We'll I guess I better help you pack. Don't leave anything important and try to be as careful as you can."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course."

She opened my car door for me. "I'll call the .airport to reserve tickets for the next possible flight. Would you like London to be your first destination?"