Anything Is Possible (A Sequel to "The End of Fifth Harmony Camren Fan Fiction")

Chapter 32: History Repeats Itself

"I know but... a wheelchair?" the man cried. 'She won't be able to attend to herself-' I sat up on the bed I was settled in, pulling my cushions upwards so they could be standing behind me. Punching them, my back drowns inside them as the couple and Wilma are eying me; their concerned faces turning into grins. 

"Morning Lauren!" Wilma saluted. I raised an eyebrow at her unusual polite behaviour before quickly grimacing at her. 

"How are you, mija?" my mum demanded, sitting next to me, holding my fingers in between hers. 

"I'm fine." I said vaguely, my dad approaching us. 

"Are you in pain?" he interrogated. I shook my head, feeling my mum's finger caressing the palms of my hand. 

"A wheelchair, huh?" I asked. 

"Yeah, the Doctor spoke to me this morning, whilst you slept." Wilma interferred. 'I'm sure everything will be fine.' I raised an eyebrow again before nodding, attempting to keep my baffled facial expression invisible to the naked eye but no one was fooled. 

"Yeah, I know I'll be fine." I answered. I glanced at my mum, her dark hair tied up in a messy bun; her eyes watering, massive bags hanging onto to her lower eyelids. 'Mum, it's fine. Don't cry, I will recover.' she wiped her tear away, my dad settling a supportive hand on her shoulder. 

"I know honey but how will you cope? You know, on tour?" I shrugged my shoulders. 

"There will be another tour, but not right now. And I can always peform the slow songs on wheels anyway." I giggled but no one seemed to be laughing with me so my chuckles were at halt. 'Just support me.' I murmured. 'It kills me to know I can't be with the girls so what you have to do is be my morale, okay?' No one seemed to answer until Wilma cleared her throat and answered instead. 

"Of course." I looked up to wink at Wilma before my parents both gave me reassuring nods. 

"Yes, we will." my dad smiled at me. My mum's lips were shaped inna straight line; her eyes with glint of sadness, lacking delightness. She kept quiet as I waited for her answer, so when she hadn't said anything, so my dad carried on. 'There was a boy who asked for you today.' I raised an eyebrow. 

"Jake?" I questioned. My dad grunted Jake's name, making me roll my eyes before my mum intervened. 

"No, another boy. Jake called for you some few days ago for us to send his wishes." I nodded. 

"Well if you do get hold of him, tell my little munter that I said hello and that I'm fine." I grinned. 

"Yeah I will when he calls again." my dad groaned in the background but we merely ignored him. 

"Who callled if it wasn't Jake?" I questioned. 

"Oh he didn't call, he visited." my mum mentioned. 

"Are you sure it wasn't Luis?" WHO THE HELL WAS THIS DUDE? Growing up in Miami, I wouldn't describe myself as the popular type but I did have a few acquaintances that were male which I had conversed with like once or twice. These acquaintances were friends with my friends so if they had decided to find their way to my house and send their blessings, then they must be very strange.

"No, it wasn't Luis but he does send his love - as he put it." I rolled my eyes. Bastard! I didn't know how many times I had told that boy to stop flirting with me but I guess I'll have to punch his balls in so he can finally get the message - even if it means doing so in a wheelchair. 

"For goodness' sake, who was it, Mum?" I demanded. 

"I don't know. He was wearing a blue... or red cap with sunglasses. Fair skin, pretty tall... What was his name, Michael? Brody? Benny?"