More Than Friends | A Sequel to Just Friends | Joe Jonas Fanfiction

Chapter 44

Hey guys, this chapter was hella emotional to write, I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do!

Also, the next chapter is going to be the last one!!!

I suggest playing 'Anchor' by Novo Amor while reading! I've had it on a loop when I was writing it and I think it adds a lot to the story.

Love you guys 🤍

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- 6 months later -

*Ann's POV*

I looked out the window as we drove back from the clinic. I recalled on the past few months as the ones that were the hardest for me, but also one of the most beautiful.

Everyone was there to support me. Especially during the first dose of chemo, literally everyone came to sit in the room with me. Literally everyone.

Including Jazz.

As soon as my mom let her know what was happening, she flew to LA immediately. It was pretty emotional, considering we haven't seen each other for years and had to rejoin in such circumstances. But I was glad to have her back. She decided to move into my house for the time being, which gave us time to grew back our friendship.

Kevin and Dani moved into an apartment in LA as well, just so we can all be together as a family. Nick was more than I could ask for, being by my side almost all the time. They all put their projects, music, live shows on hold. All to be with me. Joe's parents were also frequent visitors at our house.

That's right... Our house.

Joe moved back into the house, so he could be with me every second of the day. It was all back to how it used to be, when life was so easy and simple. But it felt even better this time. The house really felt like... home. Having all these friends and family around almost all the time, it was a crazy ride, but it was never dull.

As to me and Joe... Considering all that was happening we never got time to talk about what we were. We just... were. But we were in love. That we all knew. And just having him by my side made all of this easier. It felt like nothing had changed, just as if he was still my husband.

And as for me... I was not okay. I couldn't even count which doze of chemo I was already on. I felt like shit. All my hair was gone, I lost so much weight that I looked like skin and bones and I felt weak. I didn't have the energy and strength to do anything and I couldn't accept the fact that everyone had to do stuff around me. Simple stuff like taking a shower was like running a marathon for me.

It didn't help that the chemo wasn't really working. The doctor didn't give up, constantly putting me into one chemo after another. But that motherfucker was strong. Everyone still had hope, while I was begging to lose mine.

We also told Willa and Delphine. They didn't really understand what was going on, but they were supporting me as much as they could. We never took them on the chemo session, because I was scared it would traumatize them. If I was to go away... I didn't want them to remember me like that.

"You okay?" Joe asked, placing a hand on my leg, as we pulled on the driveway.

I turned around giving him a soft smile. "Just tired."

He quickly got out of the car, opening my door and helping me get out. I groaned, feeling every muscle and bone in my body ache.

"Be careful." He said, wrapping his arm around me and guiding me to our house. "We're back!" He yelled as we walked in.