Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with the band nor have I met them in person. The lads are portrayed the way I imagined them and the events are purely fictional.
Note: This is the first fiction I wrote after two years of creative writing hiatus and this is also my first One Direction fiction. Don't be so cruel, but review away. I'd appreciate it. :)
Prologue
Doctor. I think that's one of the first words I learned when I was starting to talk. I'm exaggerating of course, but that word has to be the most overused in my vocabulary.
I flip through my notebook again willing all the words to magically stick to my brain. Midterms start the next day and my brain was already giving me a hard time.
The thing about being in the medical track is that you have to be committed. It wasn't something you dove into head-first. With that said, I think that's exactly what I did. I should've taken more time to think things through before I set myself up for this.
The thing is, I grew up wanting to be a doctor. At four, I had the complete medical tools in my room – the plastic and rubbery kind of course. I would spend hours treating my sick dolls and bears for diseases that I believed existed. At seven, I already had my career planned out. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, "A doctor." I would answer without hesitation. At seventeen, I wrote down the best pre-med courses on all the applications I sent out to the best universities.
A doctor. I was so sure I wanted that for myself.
My phone vibrates again. After attempts of ignoring it the whole afternoon, I finally pull it out of my drawer.
How's the review going? X
It's Zayn, checking up on me. We had a fight days earlier and aren't really on good terms, but I feel my heart flutter at the thought that he still remembered how much things in school bothers me. Despite everything, he still wants me to know he cares.
Not so great. Need to get back to it though. Talk to you soon.
I press send and set my phone in front of me. After ten full minutes, I decide I'm not going to get a reply. We are back at it again, the silent war that is harder to resolve than when someone threw a fit.
I shove my phone back into the drawer and stare at the books and papers spread across my bed. With a huge sigh, I plop myself next to the mess and try to concentrate again.
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