Always You (L.S)

Today: 41

LOUIS' POV:
(*Two weeks later!)

"Louis...get the door.." Harry grunted, turning over in the bed, the sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house. I sighed, looking up at the ceiling, it was seven in the damn morning, who could possibly be here.

I grunted, making my way out of bed, throwing on Harry's clothes that laid on the floor. I turned to look at Harry, who had his head buried in the pillow, falling back to sleep. I smiled at the sight of him, before heading to the front door.

I tried looking out throughout the peephole, but my shortness did not allow me whatsoever. I opened the door, to see Liam and Niall stand in front of me. I give them an annoyed look, before quickly shutting the door in their face, Liam stopping me, by putting his hand against it.

"You better have a good fucking reason you are showing up at my house at 7 am," I grunted, walking back inside, letting them come inside.

I walked into the living room, sitting down, Liam following behind me, while Niall walked to the kitchen.

I leaned back onto the couch, closing my eyes. I rested there for a good minute, waiting for Liam to speak, slowly feeling myself going back to sleep.

"YES!" Niall screamed from the kitchen, making me jolt. Niall ran into the living room with bags of crisps in his hands, rushing over to Liam to give him a couple of bags.

"You two do realize you showed up to my house at seven in the morning, ransacked my pantry, and are now eating on my couch."

"Yet, you still haven't told me why you are here," I said, watching Niall stuff his face with crisps, shaking my head in disapproval in sight of him.

"I shouldn't need a reason to show up to your house," Liam said, digging around in his bag of crisps.

"No, but you sure as hell do, when you show up this early," I explained, as Niall finished his crisps.

"We just wanted to hang out, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" Liam said while I witnessed Niall wiping his fingers on the couch.

"Are you serious Niall?"

"I hate you," I joked, slapping his hand, playfully pushing him off the couch, hearing Liam cracking up.

"Yeah, well you can stay here for a bit and wait, but I'm going back to bed for a couple of hours,"

"For some reason, I'm really sleepy," I said, as I watched Niall and Liam exchange worried looks.

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what they were worried about, "You guys really have to let this cancer thing go," I joked. I know I was scared at first, but now I could joke about it. I made a decision to continue living my life, without it all being about my illness. I was sick, so what everyone else was too, it didn't mean I was going to quit being me. I mean, it happened for a month, but I am all better now. I think.

No, I know I am.

I scoffed, as they looked at me all worried and awkward as if I had just killed the mood.

"Yeah, say hey to Harold for us, tell him will be down here, whenever you guys want to come down," Niall said, as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through it.

I examined them, before I asked them, "What day is it?"

"Sunday," Liam replied, looking at me weirdly.