The Bucket List (One Direction)

1: Bombshell.

The Bucket List.

 

''Hey Mum, I'm home!'' I call, swinging my duffel bag in through the door. I shut the door and walk down the eerily quiet hallway, my shoes making a loud sound on the linoleum floor, in the silence of the house. ''Mum?'' I ask, getting worried. I told my mum and Gemma I'd be back today... So why aren't they answering me?

I drop my dark brown bag on the floor with a loud thud and hurry to the kitchen. I swing open the door to reveal my mum and Gemma in a hushed conversation over by the sink. I sigh in relief.

They start at the intrusion but then they gather themselves and strangle me in a bear hug.

''Harry! We're so glad you're home!'' my mum whispers in my ear.

''We are, we missed you loads!'' Gemma continues.

But for some reason, something doesn't seem to be right.

''What were you talking about before I came in? And why didn't you answer me when I called for you in the hallway?'' I narrow my eyes at them.

They swap glances, Mum biting on her bottom lip nervously.

''It's... Tibby,'' Gemma finally gets out.

I feel a pang in my chest. What?

Not my best friend Tibby?

Not the one who always beat me at climbing trees and building sand castles?

The one with hair as bright as the sun and eyes the colour of mist and fog on an early English morning?

That Tibby?

''Sh- she's in hospital,'' Mum's face crumples from her strong, firm, if forced smile into an expression of sadness and devastation. She covers her face with her hands and sobs.

She can't be in hospital.

She was always the most sane one – even if she was a bit mentally crazy; but hey, aren't we all?

She was never ill, except the one time I gave her my cold – which I didn't mean to – when we were six, and that was twelve, nearly thirteen years ago.

''W- what?'' I stammer, unable to believe them, to take it in.

''She's got...'' Gemma swallows, patting Mum on the back as she cries. After all, Mum treats Tibby as her own.

''Cancer,'' Mum's sobs rake her body as she cries, tears streaming down her cheeks and off her chin onto the floor. ''Terminal.''

I feel a blow in my stomach.

It was as if someone had punched me.

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New story! I know you guys are probably like, what? What the hell is she doing?!

But I've had this idea in my head for a while and since I've got loads of other stories to finish, this one will be coming soon. Hopefully in summer. Maybe before.

Thanks to dramgirl818 for the cover. I had a hard time choosing. If you like the covers I post on the side better, let me know. :)

 

Let me know what you guys think of the story, yeah?

 

Thank you. <3

 

Mama Malik. x