”It’s all set, isn’t it? We are meeting tomorrow,” I said into the phone.
”Yes. I am looking forward to it,” Harry replied and even though I could not see it but I could feel the smile that jingled on his face.
”So, should I consider myself lucky?” I asked him while smirking.
”You are spe— Umm… consider yourself very lucky,” he shot, while the fluff voice of his laughter filled my ears. He could have said ‘special’ but he just didn’t want to. I wondered why was it that way?
”We have so much to catch up. I am sure you have some great stories to share,” I said blankly. I did not want to tell him about ‘that’ but it seemed like I had no other choice.
Finally the sun shone brightly signalling the start of a new day. I was just too excited to meet Harry, after all, we were meeting after six months and ‘A LOT’ had happened in those six months. Just as I locked the door to my house, I heard a car honking three times in a row. Even with my back to the car, I knew exactly who it was.
After checking the door knob twice, I finally turned to see Harry looking as cute as ever.
”You won’t ever cut your honking thing down, right?” I asked him while sliding in the passenger seat beside Harry.
”Never in my wildest dream. I love teasing you,” he said while putting his index finger on my nose and jingling it before ruffling my hair like I was a kid. Gosh! He always does that and I hate it.
”My hair,” I shouted at him while making no attempt to put my hair back in place.
”Ha.Ha. As if you care,” He fake-laughed. Well, he was right. I was never the one to care about my hair or which make-up I wore. I did those things as simple as possible.
We sat across each other in the expensive-looking boat house which had a nice view of the deep river which was shimmering due to the rays of the sun.
”Wow, this is great,” I was too thrilled to say something more.
”C’mon. It had to be. I know you love boats and the water,” He said as it was too obvious. But it wasn’t. It just wasn’t. I mean, I never mentioned to him that I loved boats. Or maybe I had.
We talked for what seemed like ages and kept on talking. It was like, we never ran out of topics. But even earlier, we never did. He was my best friend since 9 years and there wasn’t a solitary time when we felt out of words. It was only natural to me.
”I saw that video diary,” I told him while our explendid lunch arrived.
”You did?” He seemed pretty shocked.
”Hey, don’t tell anybody, but I am a secret directioner,” I whispered to him.
We bothe burst into fits of laughter. Oh, I will miss day, I thought.
”I knew you would answer in that stupid way. I mean, who doesn’t like girls with pretty face or two eyes?” I reached him and smacked him on his head. We were going to start eating until his phone buzzed.
”Yeah, Zayn, but I just can’t tell her,” Harry whispered quietly into the phone so that I couldn’t hear it.
”I heard that. Anyway, tell Zayn that I love him and the other boys too,” I said while making my way towards the glass full of water.
Everyting was fine until I started drinking water. I always drank water before and after my meal. That’s when the diamond studded ring danced and glimmered into the bright sunlight causing Harry to shield his face with one of his free hand.
”What’s that?” He asked after I quickly retreated my hand under the table. He had already switched off his phone.
”Nothing, trust me,” I stammered.
”I know when you are lying Kate. So just cut it out and show it to me,” He partly ordered and partly requested.
”Umm… Harry, I am en…enga…engaged,” I finally said while pulling my left hand over the table releazing the glittery dance of the ring.
”What the hell do you mean by ‘you are ENGAGED?”’ He shouted. I knew this voice. He was really pissed-off and I knew exactly that I shouldn’t have told him.
”Sit down and don’t make a scene, please,” I requested him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards a corner, although the boat was ours, people could still hear us. So, he pulled me to a more private corner. Although, he was angry but he grabbed my arm gently trying not to hurt me. He placed me in front of him with my back touching the wall and blocked my way with his which lay above my head on the wall.
He was glaring so hard into my eyes that it was impossible for me to looke away, instead, I kept on gazing into his eyes. I could actually see a faint glow of my face in his orbs.
”We meet after 6 months 13 days 5 hours 19 seconds and you are telling me that you got engaged meanwhile? Then you ask me not to make a scene out of this? How can you expect me to do that Kate?” He said or moreover shouted at me.
I was too dumbstuck that he knew the whole time when we were seperate. I couldn’t open my mouth, let alone speak a word.
When he realized that I was not responding, he quickly took out his phone and dialled a number. I knew whose number he was trying. He was always so predicatble.
”Hello, Jill, why did you allow your daughter to get engaged?” He asked into the phone. After hearing her reply, he clicked the phone off. Tears came gushing down his eyes. He made not attempt to hide his tears because he had cried often times in front of me, ranging from a break-up till the time when a close family relative died. He turned around and without even speaking a word anymore, he rushed out.
I ran behind him, trying to catch his speed, but he was walking too fast, or rather running too fast. I came outside and saw him on the phone again. ”Dude, but she is engaged.” ”What do I do?” ”I know, I should have told her, but I just can’t.”
”What is the thing that you haven’t told me yet?” I asked him while bending down to sit beside him on the floor. He clicked off his phone.
”It’s none of your business.”
”Then whose business is it?”
”I don’t know. Go and ask the girl who left her 9-year long best friend and got engaged without even telling him.”
”Yes, I did. But I fail to understand that why are you so irritated about all this?
”Because I love you, Goddammit. I really do.” He shouted while standing up.
”And I do too.” I said while standing up.
He flung me in his arms and swirled me around as his lips crashed mine. Sparks flew everywhere. I am not even kidding, sparks did flow around me.
”You don’t know how happy I am to hear this. But why did you get engaged?” He said with disappointment.
”Did you really forget about it all? You remembered the time of our seperation but not our best-friend anniversary?” I asked him.
”Shit! I am so sorry.”
”I forgive you because you finally admitted it. I can’t believe that it took you 9 years to finally tell me what I always wanted to hear. This prank was for that,” I said winking at him.
”Girl, you have just 5 minutes to run until I catch you.” He said before I started running over. He finally caught me and we broke into yet another lazy kiss.
I sat down on the swing in a go, clutched my hands around the chained strings, brought the swing back with my toes pointed and finally, I let it go. I did all of this in one swift motion.
As I ascended higher and higher, the whole world seemed different. My problems felt light as the tingling feeling in my stomach started. I could not help letting out a giggle. The tacid wind blew my loose hair in every possible direction and I made no attempt to organize them.
I pushed harder so that I would go higher with each and every passing second. To an outsider, I might act as their entertainment source, right now, but to me, it was like living my life to the fullest.
I repeated the same thing over and over until I finally decided to stop for some breath.
I was going to do it again when I suddenly realized that I was not alone anymore. While I was laughing like a maniac, someone had joined me on the swing which lay beside me. Since staring was rude, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. Those blonde hair and white cheeks with a little red which seemed as though he was on a constant blushing spree seemed familiar.
”Look, I know that staring is rude but you seem fam—” I finally started saying while turning my head in his direction. My words hanged in the middle and were blown away by the swift wind as I gasped at what lay in front of my eyes.
”So, yeah, I know… breathe in and breathe out,” he said and I tried to do whatever he was saying, utterly out of shock.
”Were you crying?” I asked him, although I should have been freaking out by now. He seemed surprised by my reaction.
”What? No, of course not.”
”Sorry, but you are not good at acting.”
”Okay, fine, hands down. I was but then I saw you and it seemed like you were enjoying yourself.” He said, wiping away the last and final traces of wet tears under his blue-green eyes. I could never figure them out.
”You wanna talk about it?” I asked him because it seemed like he wanted to share something with somebody.
I could sense that he was getting uncomfortable and that was the last thing I wanted him to feel.
”We will talk about it while racing,” I told him. His expression was worth watching. He gave me a what-do-you-mean-by-that look.
”The swing. You and me racing.” I explained while pointing to the swings which we were seated on.
”Okay, the. Be ready to lose.”
”You bet.” Wow, was I really having a stupid race with NIALL HORAN? But if this did him good, I would feel myself as a little version of Louis the superman. Okay, bad joke!
We finally ascended higher into the navy blue sky. The sky looked like a balnket stitched with twinkling little stars. I was going to ask him to start his story but he had already started narrating it by then.
”Well, people think that I do not deserve to be in One Direction. They think that I spoil it. I mean, I try so hard to improve myself but I just don’t understand my weak point. People, now and then says that I do not desrve to be where I am, but they just don’t tell me where I lack. I am ready to improve, to prove myself, but they do not give me a chance. I am not beautiful, they say. But isn’t that how God made me? How can I deny what God has given me? I don’t understand all this. Is it because I am Irish?” He said before taking a pause.
I realized that we had stopped swinging. Niall buried his hands in his hands which now lay on his lap. The gentle breathing and the rising and falling of his back made it obvious that he was crying. I understood that the situation was really serious.
”I might not know what to say, right now, but I know one thing. You are beautiful in and out. You do not need to listen to what others are saying. Just follow your heart because it is as beautiful as your soul. You know what? Your eyes are gorgeous and eyes are the window to your soul. Hence, your soul is gorgeous too. And your Irish attitude makes you the most unique creature alive. You desrve everything you have, because that’s the reason why you are at the peak and not the ones saying it.” I said in a serious tone.
He finally lifted his head and looked me in the eys. ”Do you mean it?”
”Of course I do. And I would be happy if you believe it.”
”Hi, I am Niall Horan.” He said pulling his hand in front.
”I know that.” I giggled while shaking his hand.
”I am Katy, Katy Black.”
Suddenly his phone buzzed and I let out a smile followed by a giggle at his ringtone. It was ‘boyfriend’ by Justin Bieber. He answered his phone after excusing himself.
After about five minutes of hearing one sided conversation, he finally pressed the ‘end call’ button on his phone. He had a worried expression on his face and I knew exactly the reason behind it.
”I realize that you have to go. No problem.” I smiled at him as I stood up to bid him a good bye.
”It was nice meeting you, Katy. I like you.” He said, of course in a friendly way.
”Same here. But I don’t have green eyes.” I pulled out a sad face before bursting into fits of laughter.
He started turning around, walking off. I finally called him. ”Umm… Niall?” I said, unsure if he even heard me but then he swirled his head in my direction.
”Yes?” He asked gently.
”Promise me that you won’t feel low next time and even if you do, try to remember my words.”
”I will try to.” With that he disappeared into the thick green bushes.
I retraced the path to my home, thinking that Niall would have already forgotten about me. I mean, why would he even remember me? I am a big nobody. With a huge sigh, I returned back to my world.
That night, I sat down on my computer skimming through my twitter. I pressed the ‘Connect’ button to see who all had tweeted me.
I was shocked to see that I had a tweet by Niall.
Niall Horan @NiallOfficial
@katyDrew I have never felt such an urge to love brown eyes before I met you. Leave green. I am happily loving the brown ones.
I opened the crupled white sheet of paper which had a torn effect at the edges, probably becuase it had been folded and unfolded heaps of times.
After about five minutes of scanning at the lifeless paper which somehow held my whole life, I folded the paper in three neat folds and placed them in my black denim’s front pocket.
I had about 5 more wishes to be fulfilled in a span of a month. I should be able to do them, I thought, even though I knew that it was next to impossible.
A loud knock on my door starteled me. I had specifically asked mom not to tell the news to anybody and she had agreed to it, 3 months ago. But what I didn’t know was that my relatives were not to be counted as ‘anybody’. Of course hse had to tell them, which made my life even more messy.
I wanted my last days to be peaceful. The knock was followed again by yet another ear-threatining knock. I finally opened the door at the third go.
”Mom, I am not meeting any more relatives,” I said as a pleading expression hijacked my face. I was tired of all this drama and was in no way ready for it’s extension.
”Sweety, it’s just Louis and the other boys,” She said ignoring my pleading face. How can anyone ignore my such a pleasant pleading face?
Without even having an approval from me, she took hold of my arm and pushed me in the living room. All the boys were sitting sipping lemonades, while Niall had a bowl of fries to accompany his drink.
Great! This was the last thing I wanted. ”Mom, does he know about my —-”
”About your what?” Louis interrupted me in the mid while covering me in one of those big brother bear hugs. They were always so warm and refreshing.
”About her, Umm… her trip to Paris.” Mom blurted out as I gave her what-the-hell-are-you-speaking look.
”Paris? Wow! My little sister has grown so much that she is planning to go all alone?” Louis said, not even wanting to release me from his hug. He did not even have the slightest idea that I would suffocate if he continued his act any more minute.
See, this is what the matter is. He is 20 and I am 18, but still he thinks that I am 13 and he is 40. I am not a little kid anymore, I wanted to say, but couldn’t gather the courage to say.
We boarded the flight to Paris from the international airport. Wow! Only 4 more wishes to go. I later learnt that the whole One Direction group was on a holiday and they tugged along with me. Louis was with Eleanor, Liam was with Danielle, Niall and Harry were with their best friends. That left me and Zayn alone, so we sat together.
The plane started ascending which made me close my eyes and dig my nails hard in the arm rest, until the butterfly feeling stopped in my stomach. I hate this part of the journey.
”Are you okay?” Zayn asked, shcoked by my reaction.
I laughed while assuring him that I was fine. He took out his sleep headband and Voila, he was asleep. This didn’t bother me because I wanted some time alone and besides, I knew that he was a sleep-lover.
I tried reading a book, but it didn’t help. Sleeping didn’t help either. I took out the same crinkled sheet and looked at it, but I ended up keeping it in my handbag. So, I gave in the end and looked out of the window. The fluffy clouds covering the blue sky made nothing easier. My mind wandered to the scenes of that unfateful night and the night after when I told mom and dad about all of it. The scenes jingled in front of my eyes as if I had been watching a 3-D movie. Their cries and shock-filled eyes could be heard and seen even now. I didn’t want Louis to feel the same. He would anyway, feel the same when I will fianlly die. So, why to bother him now.
I didn’t realize that I had been crying until Zayn asked me if I was alright. I again assured him that I was and said no furthur. I as happy that he pushed me no longer to tell him the truth.
”You are so horrible. Why did you do that?” I shouted at Zayn and he laughed it off in a cool way. We were sitting beside the water, getting a tan. Everybody was out, buzy in shopping and it was just me and Zayn behind.
”You were sleeping and I was getting bored, so I had to do something to entertain myself.”
”Don’t you know that you should not open a girl’s bag?” I shouted at him again.
”So, you haven’t had your first kiss? You are so boring, do you know that?” Zayn said ignoring my earlier question.
I took my towel and went inside the hotel room with Zayn following me. ”Okay, Andrea, I am sorry.” He shouted but it was my turn to gnore him.
Me and Zayn became close friends. Maybe, it was because we were the only ones who were without any company or maybe because we enjoyed each other’s presence.
Now, how could you not like a boy who takes you to bungee jumping (only 3 more wishes left!) and offers to do it first so that you don’t get scared? People were taking his videos and pictures, well, because, c’mon, he is famous(duh!) but he did it anyway just because he wanted me to fulfil all my wishes.
It was again me and Zayn alone, while the others had gone for a drinking night out. We were lazily lying on a couch with an over size blanket on top while watching The Notebook.
”Why are we even watching this movie?” Zayn asked me.
”Because I said so. And shh, now.” I said as the heart touching part came. It was the part when the older version of Allie forgets who Noah is after she remembered for a while.
I was crying my eyes out, while I without thinking buried my face in Zayn’s shoulder and brought him close to me. I looked at the screen again and the look on Noah’s face hit me as more tears paved it’s way.
Zayn paused the movie and placed his hands on my chin while lifting my face up to his level. ”I hate to see you cry, Andy.”
He brought his mouth closed to mine as we started breathing in the same atmosphere. Suddenly, he pulled his mouth back and re-played the movie leaving me surprised. The movie wasn’t the same anymore.
The other day I finally asked him. ”You should have told me that you didn’t like me, I wouldn’t have bitten you,” I said sarcastically.
He gave me the I-don’t-get-what-you-are-speaking look. ”Why didn’t you kiss me?” I asked him while I looked down at the floor.
”Because I didn’t want to ruin your first kiss.” He replied before I finally looked into his eyes.
”You wouldn’t have ruined it.” I said, my voice was barely audible.
No sooner had I said that before which his lips came crashing against mine. Sparks flew around me as I pulled him closer. I finally had my first kiss which blew me off. 2 more wishes left.
The night before we had to return back home from Paris, I felt a growing pain in my stomach. I had experienced it before, but this was unbearable. I started coughing and found my hands covered in blood. What was happening?
I quickly called Louis who came rushing into my room after a minute. My eyelids started feeling heavier than before and my eyes started closing while the voices bacame faint and everything turned black in fornt of me.
My eyes fluttered open to the white shine light. My head was throbbing with pain and my stomach felt like someone had inserted a knife in my stomach for the hunderedth time.
I tried to sit staright but all the horrible wires did not allow me to sit. I let out a painful moan as the pain grew more.
”Lay down. Do not try to stand, please.” A familiar voice spoke as I turned my head to see the source of the voice.
It was Louis’s voice. Everybody whom I knew was there in the unfamiliar room. Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Harry, Eleanor, Danielle, mom and dad. Even Niall’s and Harry’s best friends whose name I had forgotten were there.
The nurse asked everybody to go out except for one. She said that everybody could meet me one by one. Louis was the first one to talk to me.
”Why didn’t you tell me, Andy? Why?” Louis asked me as tears spilled down his face.
”I am sorry Lou. I really am. I didn’t want to hurt you.” I said as he stroked my hair in a big brother way.
We talked about some more time when he finally rose up. ”I think you should talk to Zayn.” With those words he gave me a hug and left the room.
”So this was the reason why you made that wish list?” Zayn asked me and I nodded.
”So how many wishes are left now?” He asked me again. ”Two,” was all that I could say.
”You completed all the other 98 wishes?”
”Yes, I did.” I said while smiling at him.
I was finally being taken to the operation theater. I had stomach cancer. I knew that the operation was not worth a try but it was Louis’s idea to give it a chance.
”Humour me Zayn.” I said while the doctors made arrangements for the operation.
”I once dated triplets.” He said causing me to giggle.
”Hey, what about your other two wishes?” He asked.
The nurse came to take me as I handed Zayn two pieces of paper and winked at him. I saw him and absorbed his facial features in my mind so that they would be there even when I departed to heaven.
Zayn’s Point of view!
I opened the two pieces of paper which had been neatly folded into 3 folds.
The first paper was her wish list containing 100 wishes. I saw that all the wishes had been tick marked.
The other paper was a letter to me. With trembling hands I opened it.
I don’t even know how to thank you. As I put my pen to this lifeless paper, all those memories we shared in the past month comes crashing by.
Some lay me awestruck and some brings tears to my eyes. Some makes me giggle without any reason and some makes me hurt.
By now you must have got the news of my stomach cancer and the chances of me surviving the operation are very slim.
But I want you to know that even if I die, the times I had spent with you will always be the best times of my life. I will always cherish them.
I hope that when you will turn the leaflets of our friendship, my name will be there emroided on it. In my memories, your name will always be embroided with golden threads.
My last two wishes have been fulfilled. One was to experienece love and the other was to experience a miracle. I now understand that love is a miracle and with you it was even more special.
As I finished the letter, my eyes were wet with tears. I thanked God and for the first time in my life prayed to him. I looked up as the door to the operation theater opened and the doctor came with a smiling face.
I knew at that time that my, my prayers had been answered.