NIALL’S POV: My eyes are weak and unfocused, but I can still tell that she’s beautiful. Weak, skinny, holding onto life with one finger, but still beautiful. She goes before I can make a sound, even though I want to tell her to stay. Out of one window, I see the girl leaving, out of the other, there’s a heated argument between Zayn and Nurse Kris. Zayn is shouting. I can’t hear him, but I know his face, I know when he’s sad, I know when he’s hurt and I know when he’s just about ready to lay down and die. He sinks down to the floor and puts his head in his hands. His eyes are covered, but the shaking of his body is the tell-tale sign of his sobs. I start to cry too, even though I don’t know what Zayn’s upset about. Apparently, I’m about to find out, because he gets up and walks into my room. “What’s wrong?” I ask, wincing as I try to pull myself into a sitting position. “You’re going to go home for a visit,” he tells me. “Come on, Malik, don’t sugar-coat it. They want you to take me home to die. You know it and I know it, so why try to hide the truth?” I reply. This starts him crying again. “Because I don’t want it to be the truth. I want the doctor to come in and say that this is all some huge mistake,” he says. “I know. But it’s the truth, and sometimes, you have to be strong and just accept that this is life, and life’s a bitch,” I say to him.
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Holding On
Fiksi PenggemarNiall had become sick. Very sick. The chemo has made him sick, depressed and self-conscious. He wants for than anything to just die. He can, too, if he wants, but he knows he needs to hold on. Not for his sake, but for the boys. He's determined on d...
