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ZAYN short story

this one MIGHT make you cry.

...Zayn's P.O.V...

I go into the hospital to get me results for the test I took 2 days ago. Im nervous of what it is going to be.

I dont wanna die...

I lazily walk up to the reseptionist and ask for Dr Hays. The reseptionist asked me to sign a sheet of paper then asked a nurse that was wondering by to take me to his office. She agreed, and we wordlessly walked to the office. My head hung low, and my feet dragged with every step, fretting over the choices and changes i will have to make. She stops infront of Dr Hays door and knocks.

"Come in." She opens the door and steps back to let me in, I nod in her general direction and she leaves. I shufle to the seat oposite him and look up at his face. He has a pained expression, and i know from that face, its no good.

I have lung cancer.

"Im sorry Zayn." Is all he has to say... I break down, silent tears stream down my face like a river. I breath heavily, and start shaking. I cant handle this.

"If you need some support, we have doctors here who can..." I drown out what he is saying. Why me? Do i deserve this? No i dont deserve this, but its no ones fault but my own. I knew i should have given up smoking.

"... Im sorry again Zayn, would you like me to call anyone for you?" I shake my head.

"How long? How long do I have to live?" I ask desperatly.

"Um.. you cant be sure about it, but probably a month or 2." He sighed. I let a sob breath out of my throat, followed by another, and start crying heavily again. I get up, thank the Doctor and walk out of the room. I break into a sprint, wanting to get out of this hospital as fast as i can.

As soon as i get out side, it starts raining. Great. Well it matches my mood. I colapse to the ground and curl into a ball, slightly rocking, and ball my eyes out.

Why?

Why?

Why?

I repeated it in my head, and yet i couldn't find an answer. I took a deep breath and stood up, I walked stiffly over to my car and got in, wetting the covers, but i have no care in the world right now.

I am slowly dieing.

I started the car, and drove home. And by home i mean a house managment bought us boys to live in for the next year... if i live that long, and I know I wont. I have a feeling it will be in a couple of weeks.

I pull up in the driveway, and take deep breaths, knowing I will be bombarded with questions as soon as I walk into the house by the boys. Opening the car door, i get out and go inside the house.

Walking straight to the kitchen I grab a glass and fill it with water. I expected Niall to be in here, stuffing his face with food as usual, but he wasn't. I drink the water and go to the lounge room to see all the boys there, the TV is turned on but none of the boys are paying attention to it, they look all in a different world. Probably thinking about me, and what is happening with the band. They hadn't noticed me yet so I walked over infront of the TV and sat on the floor infront of it. All the boys heads snapped up and looked at me.

"Whats the verdict mate?" Liam asked, his voice cracking half way through. Tears started again, streaming down my face.

"I have cancer. Lung cancer." I cry out, I curl into a ball and sob. I feel preasure surounding my body, and i know its the boys hugging me, trying to calm me. The boys are sobbing to. We stay in that position for about 5 minutes before anyone pulls away.