A/N: I know I'm already writing a bunch of fanfics, but I'm having a bad case of writer's block, ugh. I got this idea, I know it's not very good, but I decided to post it anyway. Please review! Hope you like it! :)
Katherine POV
I walked out of the hospital, still severely shocked. I'm a pretty strong person, but everyone had their breakdown point, the point I was hitting just then. Only a month ago had my parents and three year old brother, Michael died in a fire that I had escaped from. And there I was, a month later, living on my own in London in a tiny flat just barely scraping by at age eighteen. I was just diagnosed with Leukemia right then, and I couldn't breakdown in tears until I got home.
I pushed a strand of light blonde hair behind my ears, my aquamarine eyes trying not to let tears through, and started walking to a little store near my flat to get a movie and candy, essential Katherine Ryan Breakdown ingredients. I didn't have one a lot, but when I did cry, it was hard and scary.
Distracted, I was about to walk through the store doors when I walked into something…or someone. "Better watch wear you're going," I snapped. I was usually shy and nice to everyone, but I had reached my breaking point. I had indeed run into a teenage boy about my age with tan-ish skin, brown eyes, and a dark quiff for hair. He was very hot, but with my situation, I barely noticed.
"Sorry, miss," he was obviously shocked. "But that doesn't give you a reason to snap at me! Sorry if you've had a bad day, but that doesn't mean you can take it all out on me!" I whispered, "You have no idea." I felt the first tear trickle down my cheek, and then I was full-out breaking down. I felt myself being led over to a bench and a big hand rubbing my back. I didn't even care if I was making a scene. I was having one of the worst days of my life, and no one could blame me for having to cry about it.
"Are you okay?" he asked. I shook my head and kept crying uncontrollably. "Do you need to talk about it?" I shook my head, then answered, "I don't even know your name."
"Zayn Malik," he said, still rubbing my back.
"Katherine Ryan." I felt him slip something into my purse. He then excused himself, and left. I got the torn piece of paper out of my purse. There was a number scribbled down on it and a message: Seriously, if you need anything, call me. –Zayn XXX
I sighed. I was shy and kept to myself, so since my whole family's death, I had left all of my friends behind and decided to start fresh. And apparently "fresh" means cancer. I got up, forgetting about my movie, and walked home. I threw myself onto my bed, and cried.
Zayn POV
It wasn't like me, but I couldn't get this girl Katherine out of my head. When I got back to the "Larry Stylinson" flat, as we called it, I couldn't hold it in much longer. I quickly told Liam, Niall, Louis, and Harry what had happened.
"Whoa," Harry said. "Hair?"
"Really light blonde, straight, and long," I replied. I noticed Liam was writing this all down on the "Notepad" app on his iPhone.
"Eyes?" Niall asked. I had to think about this one. I what they looked like, of course, but I couldn't quite pinpoint the color down. There were way too many.
"Like an aqua color," I said. "Imagine a bright blue, but with green in it. Kind of like the ocean. And to answer the rest of your questions, she was tiny, wearing light grey trackies and a purple shirt." Liam was writing all this down.
"Nice!" Louis said. "Wait, what's your girlfriend's name? And did you get her number?"
"Her name's Katherine Ryan, and I slipped my number in her purse," I replied dutifully.
"Seems hot," Harry said dreamily, so I slapped him on his back. "Ouch! Sorry! Just saying!" I rolled my eyes jokingly.
Suddenly, my phone started ringing from a call from an unknown number. "Hello?" I answered.
"Um, hi, Zayn?" It was Katherine! "It's Katherine Ryan, from the store." The boys got excited, clearly knowing who it was.
"Oh, hi Katherine," I said. "What's up?"
"I just wanted to apologize for today. I was being an idiot. I'm not usually like that. I've just…been having a really hard month," Katherine apologized.
"Oh, it's fine," I said. "Um, do you want to maybe come over? My best friends are all hanging out, and it would be fun." Louis gave me a thumb's up and Liam slapped me lightly on the back. I smiled cheekily at them.
"Okay, as long as I'm not intruding," she replied. God, she's so polite!
"Of course not!" I said. I told her where we were, and we hung up. I looked around me, at the GIANT mess of the flat. "Boys, it's CLEAN UP TIME!" We all rushed around and cleaned up at a record time of five minutes, finishing just as there was a knock at the door. I opened it to reveal a smiling Katharine.
"Hi Zayn!" she said. I motioned for her to come in.
"Hey Katherine," I said. "This is Harry, Liam, Louis, and Niall. Boys, this is Katherine. Try not to scare her away." Katherine laughed, but I was dead serious. The boys got in a line in front of Katherine.
"Harry Styles," Harry said, winking and taking Katherine's hand. But instead of shaking it like a NORMAL person, he kissed it, making Katherine blush.
"HI! I'M LOUIS! ZAYN HAS SAID SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!" Louis squealed, hugging a laughing Katherine. I had to remind him to let her breathe.
"Liam Payne," Liam said, thank God, only shaking her hand. "And don't worry, I'm normal most of the time."
"And I'm Niall!" Niall greeted in his friendly Irish accent. We all sat on the couch, and I motioned for Katherine to sit down next to me, which she did.
"So, the Zayn-ster here told us all about your little encounter at the store. Nice going," Louis said cheekily. I saw Katherine freeze and her face drop.
"Um, yeah. Again sorry about that. I've had, just, a lot going on," Katherine said awkwardly. "I shouldn't be saying this when we've just met, but my parents and baby brother dies in a fire last month, and I was diagnosed with Leukemia a couple minutes before I ran into Zayn." I was shocked, along with all the other boys. A single tear ran down her cheek, but Katherine wiped it away immediately.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said quietly, pulling her into a hug. Well, I guess the worst things do happen to the best!
