Millies pov
I didn't know what to think, I was getting a lot of messages and questions about timothee and I.
People are accusing me of being some sort of a gold digger? That I'm in it for the money.
And I worry that's what timtohees mind goes to, which sounds awful. But my mind wonders because it's been popping up at lot.
I haven't told my parents, well I haven't really spoken to them at all since I came here.
I was lying next to Lola, tracing her arm up and down as she slept.
She was apparently getting better, which was amazing news to me. Lola didn't have any family.
Her parents died when she was younger, so I was sometimes the only person there for her, most recently that is.
But she doesn't like talking about that, she's been very down lately.
But Harry and Lola had gotten back into the roll of things which I was most thankful for.
She had been getting more positive about being in hospital. Because all the doctors say is she's very stressed and this is casuing extreme trauma.
Which sounds crazy, but I'm always there for her now.
Timothee asked me to marry him yesterday, I haven't really told Lola. I'm surprised she hadn't seen it on the news.
But I was happy, I loved timothee and I was sure of that. Every time I saw him, every time I looked into his eyes.
I don't know, it was weird.
I was at a creek, with timothee. But I couldn't hear anything. All I could make out was a waterfall and the sound of the pressure, timothee was shirtless and I was in swimmers laughing at him as he tried to jump in, scared of the water.
His curls, his eyes, his body, his legs, his cheeks.
Everything about him stood out radiant glowing, and I was floating in large pool of happiness and clouds of joy, while the people around me were trying to snap me out of my trance.
He was laughing at me, and he was smiling at me, his stupid goofy smile, and his stupid goofy laugh speaping through the water pressure, my heart warming.
"Millie! Millie?"
I jumped looking back down seeing Lola looking at me,
"Are you ok?"
She asked, her eyes now wide open.
"Yeah, hey I have some news."
I said.
She smiled getting up, I saw the pain in her eyes as she got up.
"What?"
She asked,
"I know this is going to sound crazy, but timothee asked me to marry him yesterday night,"
I said whilst looking out her hospital window the lights never failing to intrigue me.
She smiled.
"Holy shit Millie! That's big news!! You said yes I hope?"
I nodded smiling.
"This is crazy, your getting married? Holy shit I'm so happy for you."
She said smiling weakly.
"Thank you."
I said, my eyes were tearing up.
I didn't understand why, I guess it was because I didn't know what was happening.
Lola was sick, they say she's getting better everyday.
But there just white lies, I see it in her eyes. Her hearts weak. I don't know why, but it is and it's slowly killing her.
"Hey what's wrong baby."
She asked grabbing me and pulling me into a hug.
I sniffled
"I don't know I'm just, overwhelmed."
I spat out, breaking down in her arms
"Don't be, I know your going to be fine, your a beautiful smart woman. That deserves the world. Don't you ever second guess yourself."
She whispered in my ear.
I cried harder hugging her tighter.
"Hey, Shh shhhh Sh."
She said rocking me slightly.
"Your going to wow the world with your work, and your beauty don't cry baby."
"I'll be fine, where ever I end up, I'll be ok."
She said.
I sniffed.
"I don't want you do go, not yet."
I sniffled out.
"I'm not going anywhere, hey let's go. Let's sneak out, let's go right now!"
She said getting up.
"We need to celebrate!"
She yelled.
"What do you mean Lola? Your to weak".
She gave me her iconic bitch face.
"Bitch please, that never stopped me "
She said, getting out of bed.
"Where would be even go?"
I asked wiping my eyes.
"Anywhere?!"
She said.
She walked into her wheel chair.
"I'm just maybe a bit weak to walk but surely I'll be ok if you used your big strong arms to wheel me,"
She said smiling, hopefully.
I couldn't say no.
I took her wheel chair and we snuck past the nurses, I ran down with her wheel chair.
Laughing and yelling random things going sharply around corners.
"Hey let's go and get drunk."
She said.
"No... how about let's go shopping?"
I asked.
"Not as good as my idea, but I could get a big shirt. I kinda want that. And a big fat subway."
She said.
I laughed.
"As you wish."
I quoted our favourite movie.
She cracked up.
And I wheeled her down the streets of New York, the lights blinding us, the Coca Cola signs.
"Hey you know what this reminds me of?"
Lola asked.
"What?"
I kneeled down to her pushing her still.
"Basket ball diaries. When Leo takes his friend out of the hospital."
She stated.
"Expect I don't have cancer, I hope."
She said.
"Never seen it."
I said.
"What?! Bitch, Leo was pretty hot in that one. We're definitely going to see it."
I smirked speeding up a bit.
"Sure."'
I said, we sped around, laughing and crying.
We bought ice creams and clothes and food.
No doubt people were staring but I couldn't care less, we were having fun together,
We haven't had this much fun together in a while.
And I agree that, so I craved this.
Even if I pretended she wasn't in a wheel chair.
I had put my ice cream all ove there face, laughing so loud.
She smirked throwing her at me,
We were laughing out asses off, and she looked genuinely happy.
"Hey if I die, tell Harry I did truly love him."
She said, my heart had a pang of sadness,
"Your not going to die, and if your were you'd tell him that yourself my love."
She smiled.
"Be real mills, we both know I'm not getting better. And they. Ant do anything and it's stupid, it's truly stupid and unfair and it doesn't make any sense it's come out of no where, but life's unfair."
She said licking the remainder of ice cream off her cheek.
"Don't say that, don't ever say that. The doctors-"
"The doctors are telling us what we want to hear Millie, get your head out of the sand."
She stated boldly.
"Don't you tell me that, I can't loose you. If I do I'll loose myself again. Lola you don't understand-"
"Millie, look at yourself. Take a good look. Your marrying timothee fuckint chalamet, you work as a professional photographer for fuckint celebrity's! Your going so far in life, don't say that to me. Your doing just fine."
She said.
We were sitting on the grass by a park in New York, it was hitting midnight.
"I never really said thank you, Lola I hope you know I'm so great full for your help. Timothee helped me sure, but you got me out of there. And I wouldn't of been capable of doing that without you."
I said, playing with her hair.
"Well I'm not gone just yet, and hey maybe this is just a bump in the road, maybe this was meant to happen. I'll be fine in a year. And this will be all behind us."
She said,
"How good would that be.?"
I said chuckling, I leaned my head on her shoulder.
"That would be amazing."
She whispered leaning on me.