One Broken Heart **DO NOT READ RN DRASTIC EDITING**

Chapter 16

Kirsten's pov

For once, I had a good night sleep and awoke happy. You may say... How are you happy you know your going to die.

Well yes, but I realized something. Last night as I lay in bed. I looked out my window and watched the stars. There is so much out there. So much to do and I need to do as much as I can, in the little time I have. My life may end short, but I'm not going to spend the last of it moping around being all upset cause I knew death was right outside my door. No, I'm not going to do that. Not now, not in a million years. Wait that was a bad choice of words.

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Olivia's pov

So kris texted me the address of the hotel the lads were staying at. She spent the night there yesterday and wanted me to come over for breakfast. I said yes without another word to it.

I hate to admit but I am having trouble finding this... This hotel. It's an expensive super fancy hotel that only has large apartment like suites. It took me a good 15 minutes of driving in elliptical circles to find it. And another 15 to find my way to the entrance, and sadly... Another 15 to find the room.

Once I arrived I tapped my knuckles on the door, giving a low knock. Zayn answered the door. "Zaynie!!!" I exclaimed, jumping into his arms, giving him a hug. He smiled and returned the favor. Then led me to the table for breakfast.

The hotel was chic yet modern. Probably so expensive! I sat between Zayn and kris and began to scarf down my pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and orange juice. I was starving, sorry. I hadn't eaten much in the past week. I was with kris pacing around the hospital. I stayed with her family at night telling them what was going on with her and helping around the house. Her mom couldn't find a substitute and had to stay late some days at work. The kids had school too, so they couldn't visit her often. They did call her very frequently though.

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Kirsten pov

"Bye guys ill be home at like 5." I yelled. I could her then all scream there hyperactive goodbyes and I giggled. Me, Louis, and Olivia were going wig shopping. Then we were going to visit my mom and siblings when we were finished.

We arrived at the... The large wig store. I'm serious when I say large. Louis had did some research to find a high end wig department. he wanted me to get many wigs and here they had the ones that would stay on your head so you could put it in a ponytail, a bun, or style them. I was happy about that.

We looked around all throwing wigs on our heads and taking pictures. We were laughing the entire time and just having fun. Too bad the other lads couldn't come, they had an interview. All the wigs we tried on just weren't my style. I wanted something similar to what my real hair looked like. Long, brown with a tint of red, big wavy loops, and shiny.

As we were taking another picture of us in ridiculous Afro wigs I decided to send it to the lads and my mum. As I looked at the picture again, something caught my eye. A wig to be exact. I looked at it carefully and noticed the things around it. I examined behind me to see.... There. There it was hanging so beautifully. It was exactly what I was looking for, my hair.

I took it upon my hands and noticed it had those sticky things to make it stay in your head. This couldn't get better. It was what I was looking for but better, and I could style it. Ahhhhhh.

I slipped it on my head, the perfect fit. It was amazing. It dropped to wear my rib cage ended, middle torso. It was brown and reddish and silky. It felt like real hair, not that cheap kind. I smiled and skipped off to my friends. I found them lying on the floor dying in laughter.