“Excuse me!” a woman called from behind us, and we all jumped out of the way as a nurse pushed another bed through the double doors. I caught a glimpse of bright red curls. “That was the donor,” Harry mumbled, “We were so lucky she heard on the radio that Liam needed a kidney donor. She didn’t even know if she would have the right kidney, but she came and got tested anyway. It was a perfect match.” “It was a miracle that we found someone so quickly,” Zayn told me as we made our way back to Liam’s room. “Yeah, she saved his life,” Niall murmured as we all sat back down in the chairs. “She deserves a thank you,” I said, more to myself than to the boys. “Well babe, she said the only way she’d donate her kidney is if we payed her $10,000 for it. I think that’s a good enough thank you,” Harry replied, putting his arm around my shoulders. “What?” I practically shouted, “She’s making y’all pay $10,000 to save Liam’s life?” Harry nodded, chuckling, “Yep.” “Who is this girl?” “I don’t know, she wouldn’t tell us her name.” “Couldn’t you get a family member to dona-” “We didn’t have time. We’re all the way in Florida. His parents and sisters would have had to jump on an eight hour flight, drive here, and then get tested to see if they had the right match. It would have taken too long. This girl’s our only hope,” Harry explained, playing with a piece of my hair. “Besides, $10,000 is nothing if it’s going to save Liam’s life,” Niall said, stretching out his legs and leaning his head back in the chair. He yawned and closed his eyes. “You’re right Niall. If it’s going to save Liam, then pay that freakin’ girl $10,000.”

My flat's balcony was 10 stories high, and above the highway. I ran over to the ledge and climbed over he rail. My hands holding on the the rail, and my heels holding onto the ledge. "Whoa! Love!? What are you doing!?" One of the boys shouted in an accent I hadn't really heard around this part of England. "Babe!? What ever you're about to do, stop!" A British accent shot. "Are you drunk?!" One asked. "You don't know anything!" I shouted back, not looking at them. The flat's ledges weren't far from each other, just about 2 feet (in America). The blonde boy had jumped over his flat's ledge onto mine. "Go away!" I shouted. I didn't want their help, or their pity charity. "Love, why are you being so cross?" He asked me. "You don't know anything!" I shouted again. "Babe, you're going to get hurt. Come down off the ledge." He said quietly. I was breathing heavy, and was staring down at the never ending traffic below me. Jump. Do it. You have no one. No one loves you. Your life has not meaning, Grace. Do it. Jump. NOW! I took one last, small breath before letting go of the railing. I was falling, falling so fast. The adreniline was incredible. I was flying. Then, everything went black. READ THE SEQUEL: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ADELINE HORAN