I'm Not Afraid (Louis/Niall Fan Fiction)

Chapter V

I walked in to the doctor's office. After signing in, I took a seat in the waiting room. My stomach clenched together from nerves. I started tapping my fingers on the handle of my chair. It felt like I had been in there for ages. I was breathing really deeply. Finally, the lady behind me turned around. "Are you okay, or do you need to go the emergency room instead of the doctor's office?" I looked back at her. "No, I'm just really scared. I got blood tests and I'm figuring out the results today." She turned back around.

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, my doctor walked out and called my name. I slowly stood up and walked toward her, fear in my mind. We the height and weight measure that you do every time you go to the doctor's office, then brought me into a little room. "I'll be back in a few minutes, I have to go get your faxed papers!" I nodded. What I wasn't showing was my fear.

When she walked back into the room, my stomach got butterflies. She looked over the papers, her eyes widening, then looked up at me. With one look back, I could tell that the results were unsuspecting, possibly something I'm not going to like. After moments of silence, she looked up at me. "Do you want me to read you the results or would you like to read them yourself?" I looked at her, my body trembling. Voice shaky, I spoke. "I'd rather me read them myself."

She handed me the papers. I read them in my head, skipping over all of the things that were about me. Until I got to the actual point of my blood tests. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. "How?" I asked.

It was nothing I was expecting.

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In the car, I questioned everything. It just, it couldn't be true. Did they switch the results by mistake? It couldn't be me, no way. This wasn't me. It wasn't mine. Couldn't be mine. It's impossible. Or is it?

There was no way.

 When I got home, Lou was waiting in the living room for me, looking a little troubled.

"So babe, how did it go? You're okay, right? There's nothing wrong, is there?"

I kept my head hung down, thing to get him to realize that there was nothing that was okay.

He walked up to me and grabbed my shoulders. "Babe? Answers? Good? Bad? 69?"

I smacked him with the papers.

"Babe, I was playing around. I'm sorry that it wasn't the best joke. Please, I just want to know your results. I'm worried about you, you know that?"

I said nothing.

"Are you going to say anything at all to let me know your vocal cords work? Or that the issue?"

I shook my head no.

"Dammit. Okay, well, will you tell me what's up?"

I looked up at him. "I, well, I don't what went wrong.."

"What happened?" His voice trembled as he spoke.

"I.. I don't know."

"Are you okay?"

"Babe.." I started crying. Lou came over and wrapped his hands around me, making me feel warm. "Okay Chelsea, if you don't want to read it out loud, can I just look at the papers?"

I looked up at him as he let me go. I rose the papers up at him so he could grab them. He read them aloud.

"Chelsea Hillendaur. 20 years of age. Lives in Mausket, Arizona.  Five feet and seven inches tall. One hundred and twenty-three pounds. Blood type, O Negative.."

I cut him off. "Just get to the chase."

"Okay," he said. "Test. Type of test: Blood. Chelsea Hillendaur, according to your blood tests, you.." He stopped. "Holy fucking shit. That's.. oh my God. I can't even.. oh my God." He started breathing really deeply. "I think I literally just shit myself."

I looked at him with a pissy look. "Babe, no joke time. This discussion isn't funny."

"I know, but, just, how?"

"That's what I said." 

He sat down slowly. "I can't believe this."

"Neither can I."

He rubbed his hand onto his face. "Fuck."

"Don't say that, we'll get through it."

"I know."

I looked up at him with a smile. "Without you, this would be nearly impossible to deal with. With you, I think that we'll get through it."

"Me too." he smiled.

I went and sat on his lap and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He held me in his arms in a way that I felt was a comfort hold. I loved it.

We watched a little television. He stayed cuddled up on me, our body's sharing heat, keeping my cold body warm. He slung a blanket over me. I pulled in a little more, trying to get his body heat instead of from a blanket. Then, suddenly, he turned off the television without any warning.

"What are we going to do?" he asked.

"I'm not sure! This has never happened!"

"Me either!"

"Why are we shouting!?"

"I don't know!"

We started laughing. Then, I broke the laughter. "Seriously though. What's going to happen with everything? There's no way to prep for something this serious. We're gonna be at the hospital twenty-four seven. Most days you're going to want to stay in bed, which means no running! You're always going to be in pain. I mean.. I hate that you have to be in pain."

"Hun, I have a little pain gift every month. I'm fine, I promise."

We both laughed. I smiled at him in the silence, and he smiled back. "I could get a massage now and then too, that wouldn't be so bad." I joked. He giggled. "I could tickle you in more ways than one." I put my hand over my mouth and dragged it down. He was cracking up, while I was trying to contain myself so he'd think that it wasn't 'cool' to make that sort of joke. He finally stopped his outburst. "I'm sorry babe. I'm not being as serious as I should be. Anyways, my doctor called. What's-his-nuts told me I have to go for a 'check-up' next week. I thought those were over when I was like seven."

I laughed. "No babe. You have to go for like, ever. They have to make sure your not sick or anything. And shouldn't you know your doctor's name? Or does he write on your prescriptions 'What's-his-nuts?"

He laughed. "I could ask him to. But his signature just looks like a bunch of scribbles everywhere to where I can't tell what his name is."

"It's on the caller ID, dumbass."

"Hey, we could do wthout the language, young one. As I recall, you're only twenty."

"Who gives a rat's ass."

"Me. And isn't this discussion about your use of language."

I giggled. "It was on your doctor's appointment, but okay."

"Oh yeah. Oh well."

I laughed.

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Later that evening, I found myself recalling back to my blood tests. I didn't think Louis would take it as good as he had earlier. So supportive.. it made me happy. I could just imagine any other guy would have been a jerk and taking off, leaving me to fend for myself.

I called Lou to come into our room. He sat at the foot of our bed. "Yes, your magesty?"

I smiled. "First of all, you should refer to me as that all the time. Second of all, I have a question for you."

He looked at me, a little confused. "Yes doll?"

I took a deep breath. "Are you ready to be a father?"