It's Time - Larry AU

» Prologue «

Louis was growing really bored and tired just laying in the room full of white. He was laying on a enormous hospital bed, that was "made for kids", but Louis was a really small 11 years old and the bed could have fit at least two persons Louis's size.

Almost an year ago, an ugly bearded doctor and his mother had explained to Louis that he had a leukemia. Louis didn't really understand the meaning of it. He just knew that there was something wrong with his blood, and that it made his mother cry. Mom told Louis, that he also had anemia and that's why he's so white all the time. The doctor said, that he was held in check, that's why he had to be at the hospital. And he also told him, that the treatments weren't necessary just yet.

Louis didn't understand, if there was something wrong with his blood, why didn't they fix it! Doctors were here to fix you if you're sick or broken, mommy had told. And now mommy was crying and doctors still didn't want to help him. That was the day Louis decided he hated doctors and he hated the hospital. And more than anything he hatedhatedhated hated! The stupid leukemia.

It all started when Louis was nine, almost ten he always told people when someone asked his age.

First off, it had been just the tiredness. Louis felt so tired, all the time. School morning were absolute nightmares for him and his single parent-mother. But hey, Louis was a quickly growing boy and he needed to sleep so he could grow up to be a strong man.

His bones were also hurting a lot. They brushed it off, since Louis was an active little boy who loved playing football. He also got lots of bruising, just from the smallest bumps, but Johanna didn't yet give herself right to be too worried.

When Louis was a size of an foam extinguisher and smaller, he never got sick. He was a healthy little sunshine. A bright little bouncy boy, the maternity clinic women told him. But all of sudden, he started getting really nasty inflections. When Johanna finally went to the doctor talk about her concerns of 10 year old Louis's health, she didn't expect the doctor to tell her that her own ball of sunshine may be suffering from leukemia.

Louis heard the door opening, and he quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be sound asleep. This way it was better, he was really tired of seeing the faces of the same doctors, who did nothing to help his sickness. He really wasn't bothered to hear those tiring voices saying him too long and adult words he didn't quite even get.

If they really know how to cure this disease, why wasn't they doing anything? Perhaps Louis had done something wrong and this was a punishment. Maybe the doctors wanted him dead, he had been bothering them for an year already and he had made no process.

He heard lighter, and heavier steps mixed together, and the lighter steps he recognized as his mother's by the familiar sound of heel's

" Our little fighter seems to be asleep." An old man's voice echoed in the stark hospital room. Louis almost shot up and said some chosen words to the man, who annoyed him so much. He always dared to come to Louis, ruffle his hair and talk him shit, but still not curing him from the cancer.

" Yeah, he seems to be tired a lot these days." Louis's mom answered quietly

" Understatement, tiredness is one symptom of leukemia."

" Speaking of, I got some update about Louis's dilemma. Here, have a seat."

" Is there something wrong?"

" Miss Tomlinson, You see, Louis's cancer doesn't really match the usual cases of leukemia on kids. And that makes the treatments just a little bit harder. Also, the treatments only weakens Louis's already bad tolerance. We are now, going to start pharmaceutical medication, combined into a multi-drug chemotherapy regimen as planned. We aren't so sure of that killing the cancer, but we are giving our everything here. The strongest Louis can take. Miss Tomlinson, I absolutely hate to say that, but if the treatment doesn't help or a miracle doesn't happen, I'm afraid that Louis wont have much time left. The surgery would be really dangerous for Louis." A heartbroken muffled sob echoed in the room, and the old voice seemed to be comforting Louis's mother. The doctor talked to Louis's mother something about bone marrow transplant, but Louis didn't care to listen. How does he dare to make mommy cry over and over!

Louis almost started crying with the doctor and his mother still in the room, but still bravely pretended to be sleeping as he heard the doctor lead his mother out of the room.

As the door closed, Louis's eyes shot open in horror, and the young boy couldn't escape the sadness and fear and anxiety that over took him. He had so much things he hadn't done yet, he can't be dying! He wanted to visit Paris, and write songs and go to the amusement park and watch all the Disney movies and- Louis was suddenly hit by the fear that he wasn't going to remember all these things. What if he forgot and in his after life he would be cursing his own stupidity for not filling all his wishes before he died.

11 years old Louis quickly took the paper and crayons from the table next to his bed. He crawled to the end of the bed, and took the clipboard off from the end of the bed, so he could have something to write on. He took a red crayon, his favorite one, and his tongue poking out of his mouth he wrote steadily with big capital letters

THINGS TO DO BEFORE DEATH

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Heyy! As you probably figured out, a new book. Yes!

I'm not quite sure when I'm gonna start actually writing this, most likely after I've finished my other book Tan Lines And Closed Eyes, but let's see if I'm able to wait so long since I'm very excited about this one!

Let me know what you think already!

I hope I'll be able to start writing this in July at the latest! But since I've already kinda written the new chapter, I'm not sure if it'll take that long really.

Until then, bye! xx

EvitaTomlinson