My Twin Niall Horan *being edited*

Chapter 6

2 weeks later

The weeks went by and so did the number of hospital appointments, to say the least currently I'm up to 11 treatments in the span of 3 weeks,
All of them over a couple of hours long and just to say sitting in those chairs for hours isn't the most comfortable of thing to do.

I walked downstairs in the jumper that I stole from Niall he wouldn't mind, I sat on the couch. He wasn't up yet so it gave me some time to think, I go to run my hand through my hair but only feel the spikes from where they shaved it, I sigh missing the long locks. I heard heavy footsteps come down the stairs and I turn my heard to see a very sleepy zayn he stumbled his way into the kitchen nearly falling over, coming out 5 minutes later slightly more awake but still stumbled back up the stairs, I giggled slighting but turned my head back to the cup of tea in my hands.

Not long after zayn went back up, Niall came down a sleepy smile on his face, he sat him self in the seat across from me, his hair was tossed and he was still in the clothes he slept in the sight was utterly adorable.

"Hey" he spoke his voice was raspy and it brought out the Irish accent alot.

Nails pov

"Hey" she spoke in her Irish accent which suited her so perfectly, I was planing on telling her she was my sister but had to wait for the perfect moment.

"Niall?" She whispered as her head hung low.

"Yes?" I replied moving forward in my seat, ready to go to her if she needed.

"Why do you have so much faith that I will survive the treatment?" A tear dropped and landed on her hand, I scooted over and sat beside her my arm around her shoulder.

"Because I have to, if I let you give up then you won't survive but we need to hold onto the hope that we have got for the time that we've got." I reply rubbing her shoulder in a comforting manor.

"Okay" she said wiping away the excess tears.

Throughout the day I tried to make her laugh as much as I could, the smile never left her face washing out any bad thought she might have had.

Later in the evening we were watching a horror film jazz would occasionally yell at the TV telling the person they were going to die and not to go upstairs, I smile and thought that yes she is most defiantly my sister, well my twin sister.

Just as the movie was about to end there was a knock at the door before it opened and in came Louis, he came into the living room saying hi to everyone but asked if he could talk to jaz Alone for a few minutes.

Jassabelle  pov

I walk into my bedroom Louis right on my heels, I shut my door and turn towards him.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I ask moving around and siting on the edge of my bed.

"Well, shit why am I so nervous" he laughed wiping his hands on his jeans and sat next to me, turning to face me.

"Fuck it" he said before joining his lips with mine In a slow but passionate kiss, my eyes closed as I eased into it, I place my hand on the side of his face as we part his forehead on mine.

"I wanted to do that for a while now and I'm glad I did." Louis said before kissing me again.

We were interrupted by a soft knock at the door, Louis and I parted both facing the door awaiting for the person to come in.

"Jazz, it's the hospital" nialls soft voice echoed through the room, my face was sure to have gone pale, it wasn't good if the hospital called.

I shuffled of the bed and softly padded down the stairs, I swallowed before grabbing the phone off zayn, he gave me a sympathy smile before heading back into the living room.

"Hello?" My voice croaked

"Good morning jassabelle, I'm terribly sorry for the news I'm about to deliver"  the person on the other sympathetically sighed, I held my breathe as I waited for the bad news.

"The treatment.. It's not working, we can try and up the amounts of sessions or you can stop the treatment it's up to you just please notify us with your decision within a week" they hung up, I stood there listening to the monotone beeps before putting it down.

I couldn't move my legs as much as I tried I couldn't find the will power to do it, I slid down the wall and starred ahead of me replaying the conversation over and over.