Emma Grace Tomlinson

Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Emma’s POV

 

 

I’d thrown up all day, all the next day, and this would be day three of my horrid sickness, IF I threw up today, I had yet to slide out of the bed to see how my body was going to react.

Michael had been sick too, his was only two days though. Last night he came bounding up the staircase teasing me about eating so much. It took all my will power not to barf on him, just for the fun of it.

I groggily rolled out of the bed and paused, waiting for my stomach to lurch, but nothing happened. My head though, it felt like I’d been hit by freight train, backed up, and hit again.

Luke had an interview and photo shoot today, so I was alone. I pulled my phone from the table and began flipping through the phone book on my lap.

“Hello, I need to make an appointment. Yes, my name is Emma Tomlinson. Er, yeah. I can be there in an hour. Thanks, bye.”

I quickly leapt from the bed and showered, before smearing some foundation onto my face and some mascara, and braiding my crazy curls into a knotted braid. That’d be a pain in the butt to pull apart later. I slid into a loose tee and pulled a pair of yoga pants onto my legs and over my bum, before gliding my feet into my flip-flops.

I jogged down the staircase, still carful of my stomach, trying not to jar it too much. I grabbed a water bottle and an apple from the kitchen and bit into it as I made my way out to my jeep, which had arrived yesterday.

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“Emma Tomlinson?” The nurse called and I stood, following her back to the room.

“Doctor Burington will be with you in a moment.”

I sat down on the bed and kicked my feet back in forth as I scrolled through Twitter. Pictures of my brother, Eleanor, and Louis filled my newsfeed, as well as Niall and Brooklynn. I mentally smiled. I missed them. I missed Zayn, and Perrie, Liam, Danielle, Niall, Brooklynn, Harry, Eleanor, Louis, and Nicholas. I also missed Maggie, Lacey, and Zeke. Not near as much as I used to, but I did. I missed being able to just walk into their houses when I was having a bad day. I had no girl-friends here. I had Luke, Ashton, Michael, and Calum. And while they were great friends, who would do anything for me, they were female.

“Hi, Emma, I’m Doctor Burington, what seems to be the issue today?”

“Well, I’m just recovering from some type of stomach bug, and now I’m experiencing major headaches and my chest feels really tight.”

“Okay, well, let’s run a few tests and see what we can find.”

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I walked out of the doctor’s office completely numb. This wasn’t the news I wanted to hear, ever.

How would I tell my family? They’d be heartbroken. And Luke.

Oh, Luke. He’d be completely devastated. I couldn’t tell him. I can’t tell him. It’ll hurt him too badly. Maybe that stupid dream was just that, a stupid dream. It didn’t mean anything, it wasn’t cluing that I would have a happily ever after life with Luke. That’s ridiculous. Dreams don’t tell you what to do.

No, but they tell you what you want.

But, maybe what I want isn’t what’s best for me, and Luke.

Maybe I wasn’t what was best for Luke.

Maybe he deserved better.