The green lamppost // n.h

5.

“I am Niall Horan; I’m eighteen, almost nineteen. And you?” I started the conversation, making sure that she collaborated in this.

“I’m Martina Prescott and the rest is just like you” she smiled shyly as I nodded. Martina Prescott.

“Well I am studying, supposedly to go University but I don’t know yet…”

“Oh, I don’t want to go University. I want to be a writer, to travel all over the world and more” I looked at her and somehow I felt pity of her. With that illness, you lose hope yet here she was talking of things she wanted to do in a sadly future.

“A writer you say…” I smirked at her.

“I know it’s something stupid, but I really want to” Her smile started to fade.

“I don’t think it’s stupid” I assured her. “Actually, I think that you could do it. Have you written something?” I asked. Hopefully she would talk to me about the diary as I had in mind.

“I have. It’s not a whole a book, but they are sentences” I nodded and she kept talking. “They are meant to express my feelings. Like there’s a book of sentences, called Love Sentences of Paulo Coelho, and he wrote there every sentence of love he had in mind”

“Could I hear one?” I asked, interested.

“Real love changes with time, it grows and it finds new ways to be expressed” she quoted.

“That’s a good one. You’re really good at it!” she started to laugh and I frowned. “What?” I asked confused.

“That’s one of Coelho’s sentences” she said and I laughed along with her.

“I wanted to hear one of yours” she shrugged.

“Okay…” I nodded and waited for her to speak, but never said anything.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She shook her head no. “Why?”

“I don’t know…” She started to blush. “First of all, I don’t remember any of them. And secondly, I don’t think you’ll like them”

“It’s me who has to judge” I winked.

“Okay” she said again and I nodded. “I don’t have them here; you could come and read them” She stood up and started to collect her things.

“Come where?” I asked as I copied her actions.

“To my house…” my eyes widened in surprise. “If you want of course, it’s not compulsory or something. I just thought that maybe…”

“Of course I do. The problem is how can you trust me when you’ve just met me?” She smiled.

“I don’t even know… I feel like I’ve known you from a long time ago” she shrugged and I nodded. I do, because I’ve known you from a month ago, I read about you, your dad, your boyfriend and a lot more. “Let’s go” we both stood up and left to her house.

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“Come in” She said once she opened the front door. I murmured a little thank you and got in there.

The walls of the entrance were green, kind of weird. It was not a normal green but very alive.

“It means hope” I looked at her confused “The color green means hope. My mother and I always lived with hope in mind” She smiled. “I am not a very optimist person, but when I arrive home and see this color it just lights me up”

“I understand...” She nodded.

“Do you want to stay in the living room or go up to my room?” She asked.

Of course I wanted to go and see her room, the window that makes her see The green lamppost, etc. but I didn’t want to sound intrusive or anything so I just shrugged.

“Let’s go to my room” she says and I almost jumped in excitement.

When we arrived I saw the beautiful, very beautiful room. Its walls were blue like the sky and it had a lot of shiny sticker stars.

It also had a large desk full of books; I could only devise this famous book called The Fault in our Stars.

Her bed, it was in the middle of the room and it had a white blanket, at the end of the bed there was this green plastic they give you in the hospitals and I frowned. I think she saw me because she walked rapidly to the plastic and hid it under the bed.

“I’m sorry” She said. “It’s for my illness” I nodded still confused.

“Do you like my room?”

“Yeah!” I said sounding a little bit too excited, but I really liked it.

“It’s quite messy, but I think it’s unique…” I nodded. “It’s also not very clean, you see?” She asked while passing a finger along her desk. “It’s full of dust…” She said and I smiled.

“I see” I answered. “Have you read the book?” I asked her while grabbing the book I had previously seen.

“Yes. I think it’s awful” She said truthfully.

“What? You are the only girl in the world that says that!” I laughed

“Like you when you say I kind of…” She laughed as well as I laughed harder. “I’m not criticizing John Green’s work, but I’m just saying that the story it’s quite unbelieving. Like, do you really trust a guy to go with him to his house when you’ve just met him?” I smiled.

“How could I trust you when I’ve just met you or better, how could you trust to invite me to your house when you’ve just met me?”

“I can protect myself” I laughed “I don’t know, okay? Another example is that there is no boy in the world who would tell you how beautiful you are when you have just met him, and when you also have a cable in the middle of your face?” This time I laughed harder but stopped when I saw that she was serious dead. “I don’t believe that anyone would think that…”

“You are not right; maybe he liked her eyes and thought that she was beautiful…” I try to make an appointment.

“Come on Niall, it’s like I tell you: you are handsome and I’ve just met you” I saw a shiny pink appearing in her cheeks. “It’s not normal”

“I was going to say how beautiful you are” I laughed but she didn’t, for the second time.

“Don’t. Please…” She said sternly.

I looked at her and saw how her mood changed after my comment.

“I’m sorry… But I’m not lying. I think you are very beautiful; your blue eyes are so deep and full of light like the green color at the entrance that gives you hope. Your hair, your reddish hair it’s so beautiful that even if I saw a black and white picture of you I would still like it. Your mouth, smiling or serious, it’s amazing! I think you are amazing” I told her in all honesty.

“Do you want to know my version of myself?” I nodded. “Let’s start!” She laughs dryly. “My eyes, my eyes are blue yes, but they are not alive. They are boring and just some normal eyes. My hair is beautiful in black and white? Come on Niall! This can’t be considered hair, this haircut it’s horrendous. Either you’re called Miley Cyrus or Shailene Wood in TFIOS because of your haircut, but it’s not that! I have cancer Niall. And this is not beautiful” She didn’t cry a single tear while I looked at her without knowing what to say.

I TOLD YOU GUYS CHAPTER 5 WAS GOING TO START WITH NOT JUST DRAMA BUT A LOT OF LOVE!

I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS TO THINK THAT THIS IS A COPY OF HAZEL AND AUGUSTUS’ STORY, IT’S THE SAME ISSUE (CANCER) BUT THE STORY IT’S DIFFERENT! I MADE A REFERENCE OF TFIOS BUT THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEIR STORY. SO KEEP READING GUYS, YOU’LL LOVE IT!

I ALSO CHANGED THE TITTLE OF THE BOOK AND THE COVER, HOPE YOU LIKE IT THAT WAY!!!

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-         Sally, x