One in a Million

Chapter 12

Kendra's POV

"Would you like to donate to my surgery?" I screamed to people walking by but they didn't even bother to look at me. "Or not.." I said quietly under my breath.

I don't understand how I could even think I could raise money for this, it was too expensive.

My parent's had made a savings account, around when I was 15 in case anything like this ever happened again and we needed money for an emergency treatment, like what I need now. They saved up 8,000 dollars but we need another 7,000 dollars on top of that for the surgery. The price was ridiculous, I couldn't even raise 10 dollars.

"Should we just go home?" I yelled to my brother that was also begging for money a couple steps away.

"Is that what you want to do?" He asked with a crack in his voice. Yeah, I did want to go home because well.. what else would I do? I feel like I have nothing.

"I guess," I replied with a huff.

We started to head back home, it would only take about 15 minutes by foot. The streets were crowded with taxi's and the air was filled with lingering food scents from stores and stands. It was impossible to walk foreword without crashing into somebody else, I felt so trapped.

"Robbie.." I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear me over the noise.

"Yes?" He answered with concern in his voice.

"What are we going to do?" I managed to ask him while biting back tears.

His gaze went from one shop to another, probably figuring out how to respond. He breathed in and then let out a breath, "Everything we can.."

"I'm going to die," I said flatly. He turned to me with cold eyes, which looked like they were starting to tear up.

"No," he lied.

"Yeah Robbie, it's better to admit it now," I covered my eyes from the bypassers, hoping they wouldn't see hot tears, streaming down my face, ruining my makeup.

Robbie grabbed my arms and faced me towards him, stopping right in the middle of the sidewalk. I looked up at him, he was crying and it looked like he was ready to punch someone. "You are not going to die! You'll get through it, okay? Just like last time! You will be fine!" How could he keep lying to me? Even I knew I wouldn't get through this again, I was just lucky last time.

I was scared that if I started talking, I would start blubbering like a baby. I shook my head, letting him know that I knew he was lying to me. Even though he was trying to make me feel better, I felt worse. Hopeless. Broken. Useless. I was nothing.

I felt a hot liquid fall onto my right shoulder, making it start throbbing more than it was before. "Ow!" I yelled as I felt it seeping through my white Forever 21 shirt. I looked over at it and it was covered with a brown, tan-ish substance, I could see steam coming off of it. Coffee, hot coffee.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I heard a heavy British accent.

"Are you okay?" I heard another accent ask, this time deeper and it sounded like an older man.

"What were you thinking? Spilling it on her like that? You totally just ruined her shirt and probably left a burn mark there!" Robbie screamed at a boy with straight brown hair falling over his eyes. He was wearing stripes and was holding an empty coffee cup in one hand and then a iphone in another.

"Sorry," he defended himself again, "I wasn't paying attention!"

"Robbie, it's fine," I told him, pushing him back a bit.

The pain from the hot coffee went away now, so my shoulder was left feeling sticky.

"Kendra. It's not okay!" Robbie shouted back. I was becoming embarrassed of how over protected my brother was.

"Louis! What's goi-," another boy joined the conversation but then stopped, he got a huge smile on his face, "Zayn!" he cried flying back a couple steps to 3 boys all starring at a phone.

Zayn. Did he mean? No. That couldn't be possible.

"Come on," Robbie said as he grabbed my arm pulling me back, forcing me to walk. I resisted and tried to stay in place. "Why won't you move?" He hissed. I couldn't just leave if this really was Zayn.

I saw a gorgeous figure break through the other men, coming to the front. He was wearing a polo shirt with jeans and I just stood there and starred at him in awe. His dark features were overwhelming to see since I've been thinking about them for so long in my head and now they're right in front of me.

"Kendra!" His deep tone rang through my thoughts as he walked over and hugged me, lifting my feet off the ground.

"Zayn," I breathed out into his ear as I was wrapped in his warm hug.

"Who is this?" Robbie asked, pulling me away from him. I would not let Robbie interfere with me seeing Zayn for the first time in which seems like forever.

"Someone I met in London while I was with the Blake's," I shivered at the thought of them.

"Oh," he said, confused.

"Zayn, this is Robbie, my brother," I gestured to Robbie, "Robbie, this is Zayn, the only person I met in London who I actually liked to talk to," and then I gestured to Zayn. They exchanged hellos and then Zayn introduced us to his friends and his bodyguard who goes by the name of Paul. Why would he need a bodyguard?

"Want to come over?" I asked Zayn, almost regretting it right after I asked. He looked over at Paul and I looked over at Robbie. I don't think Robbie liked the idea of it but he knew it would make me happy and he'd most likely let me have him over.

"Please?" I begged to Robbie, praying he'd say yes. I needed to talk to Zayn and catch up on things.

He nodded as to say yes, and I looked back over at Zayn, who was in deep conversation still with Paul.

"That's the only reason why we came here, to find her!" Zayn yelled. To find me or did he mean someone else? What was he talking about?

"Fine. Go. I will pick you up later at her house. Text me the address," Paul hissed and Zayn gave him a huge hug.

"Thank you!" He thanked him happily and then said bye to the other boys.

"All set?" I asked him as he walked over to Robbie and I.

"I think so," he gave me a huge grin.

"Then let's go," I waved bye to the other's and then we started walking back to my house. I pinched myself to make sure it wasn't a dream and, it actually wasn't. Something good actually happened in my life for a change.