Any Direction (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)*Editing

Chapter Seven

                                                                          Chapter Seven

   Beep.  Beep.  Beep.  I shuttered at the sound of the hospital monitors.  Right now, they were the only thing keeping her alive.  Delania had been walking along the side walks when a drunk driver smashed her with his Range Rover.  My happiness from the make-up date had been completely crushed.   I sat at the chair closest to her bedside.  Rebecka was across the bed, clutching onto Delaina's hand.

    "Well,"  Coach John sighed," it seems that Delania is in a sleep induced coma.  If she doesn't wake up by this approaching Saturday, they'll have no other choice but to send her home."  I couldn't take it any longer.  Watching my coach basically die?  What kind of person am I?  I should be on my knees, praying that she'll wake up.  Yet, here I was.  Sitting there like a pathetic, little, four year old.

    "Doesn't sending her home mean," Rebecka couldn't finish due to the tears welling up in her eyes.  Wow.  She actually had a heart.  Delania had her arm, leg, and her whole waist wrapped in bandages.  Her face was bruised, cut, and bloodied.

    Being her, Rebecka snatched me from my thoughts.  "She was going to find you,"  Rebecka mumbled.   What?  Why would she go to find me?  Was I really that important?  Gosh, now I feel responsible for this!

     "Why would she want to find me?  It's not like I'm that important," I asked.

      "I don't know and believe me, I know,"  Rebecka replied.  I rolled my eyes at her snobbish comment.  I literally nearly fell from my chair when my phone vibrated.  I unlocked the I-phone to see a text from Autumn.

       Hey!  Heard about Delania!  SOOO sorry!  Anywho......you need to get back here!  You'll never guess who I met today! :)   *~  Autumn~*

      Who could she have possibly met?

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  Autumn P.O.V

   I was currently fan girling over the amazing boy I met today, when Bree walked in.   Her face was stained with tears and her shirt had a bit of coffee on it.  Hmm, wonder why?  Thought she went to a fancy restraunt.

     "Hey," she mumbled, laying on the couch, slamming her face into a pillow.

     "Hey?  That's all you can say when I have an amazing story to tell?  What kind of friend are you?" I joked.  Bree lifted her head up, glaring at me.

     "Who did you meet?"  she weakly smiled, trying her best to be enthusiastic.

      "Well......." I began.

       ~Flash Back~

      I was walking around the streets peering into the shops, watching some of the small acts people were putting on, when a I felt a small tap on my shoulder.  I turned around to see a guy, about twenty, smiling with open arms.   Literally.   "Remember me?"  he asked, still smiling, ear to ear.

      I admit, he did look familiar.  I just couldn't put my finger on it.  Doorman?  No.  Tourist that tried to take my purse at Big Ben? No.  Boy who clocked me in the head with his suitcase?  Yes!  "You're that guy that nearly killed me at the airport!"  I smiled, laughing.   The boy nodded his head, still smiling.  Did he ever not smile?   

     "I'll take credit for that.  So, what are you doing in London?"

     "My friend is in the Olympics.  I'm basically her support team."

     The guy let out a little laugh.   Dang, he looked familiar!   Where had I seen him other than at the airport!?   Ugh!  Life can be so confusing!  

    "Cool," smiling, he noticed the brochure for the London Eye in my hand.  "You going to see it?"

    "Yeah, apperantly the views amazing at night."

    "It is.  You know where it's located?"

     "Not a clue,"  I laughed.

     "Well, maybe I could show you it?  Only if you like of course.   Im Louis, by the way."

     "Autumn and that would be superb."  Louis, as he said his name was, quickly ushered me to the opposite side of the road. 

     ~End of Flashback~

    "And then, we took a ride on it, while watching the sunset!" I replied, dreamily.    Bree was sitting Indian style with a fuzzy pink pillow in her hands.

   "Wow, sounds kind of like my day,"  she sighed.  "Except the guy spilled coffee all over me."  She shrugged her shoulders' nonchalantly. 

    "Well, what was his name!?"  I asked, excitedly.  I couldn't wait to her who she went on a date with!

    "Harry, he was really sweet and kind too.   He gave me his number but I doubt I'll ever see him again,"  Once again she sighed.   Was this girl ever happy?

    "Ooo,"  I teased, poking at her shoulder. She just simply glared at me.  Clearly, not getting the hint.  "Well, text him!"