Niall's Cancer Battle: A 1D Fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Two: Deja Vu

Chapter Twenty-Two: Deja Vu

**Niall's POV**

Dear Lads,

It's been almost three months since I found out about my cancer and one month since we've started telling my story to our fans. I don't know how much longer I have to live. I can only hope it's enough to spread the word of hope and have people realize that each and every day is a blessing, that suicide shouldn't ever be an option. I want girls to know they're beautiful. I want boys to know they're perfect without pumping themselves full of steroids. I just want to make a difference before I die. And yes Zayn, I'm going to be dead when you read this. I hope that you are all still going strong. I wish I could have more time. But the inevitable is approaching. I'll write again soon maybe.

-Nialler

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A lot of things have been done in the last month. I've gotten to speak to the audiences on our tours and I feel like I'm really starting to make a difference. Sure the fans freaked when they found out about my cancer, but I explain it as sort of an experience for me to share with them. I've gone through interview after interview, answering questions about what I think will happen after I'm gone. And really, I have no idea how to answer. I normally try to just sit and smile at the host or camera while trying to convey that life is not to be taken for granted.

Just a couple nights ago I had been on a radio interview when we got a phone call from a girl named Sophie. She asked why I had chosen not to take chemo -that seems to be one of the most famous questions- and whether or not I was ready for the end. I explained to her in full detail as to why I had not taken chemotherapy but when I tried to answer her second question I found myself at a loss of words. I honestly don't know if I'm ready for the end.

"Nialler, you're on in five minutes," Liam pops his head into the dressing room. I look at him through the mirror and nod alright. "Okay see you in a bit!"

I smile at Liam as he leaves. His once hair covered head has been shaved down for cancer awareness. I couldn't get myself to go under the shaver.

I get up and head towards the stage. I can hear the crowd's screams and cheers as the lads introduce what I will be doing. By now they should already know.

"NIALL!" The lads all say at the same time, cueing me to get on stage. I run out and join them, standing beside Zayn who wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"Hello everybody!" I wave and greet the fans, their screams erupting around me. The spotlight is on us and I put my hand on my eyes, looking out at the crowd.

"Well, everyone we're going to step aside and let Niall do his thing."

"It'd be great if you all kept quiet so everyone can hear."

"Also, lights!" Harry snaps his fingers and the stadium's lights turn on. I blink at the sudden light and drop my hands, looking out at the thousands of girls.

"Okay I got it from here lads," I say and they nod, walking off towards the side of the stage. They sit down and relax, drinking bottles of water.

I take in a breath and face the crowd. There's a hush that goes over and then complete silence. Every pair of eyes are on me and I look at everyone else.

"I found out I have Pancreatic Cancer," I began.

**Zayn's POV**

"I found out I have Pancreatic Cancer," Niall says into his mic, looking out at the crowd. His voice is low and raspy, the same way it gets whenever he tells his story. "When I found out...I was scared. It's a hard thing to deal with just finding out about some killing disease that lives in your body. I mean, look at me. You wouldn't really guess that I'm dying, especially from a cancer? No," Niall laughs freely as he remembers back to the day we found out.