Love letters Direction (1D bromance)

"I'm so glad that you came to see me kiddo." My brother croaked from his hospital cot. Less than a year ago he was diagnosed with brain cancer, and they have come up with a new form of treatment for it, freezing the cancer; however it takes up time and preparation, and an awful lot of Nialler's energy.

"As if I would be anywhere else bro." I humourlessly chuckled, lightly punching my older sibling in his thin hospital gown- cladded shoulder.

"Yet still, you are here, no more, or less"

I frowned at him giving my body the once over. I'm not missing any body parts...am I? Let's think ten fingers, two arms, legs-

"Hazza!!"

I yelped, jumping out of my seat.

"Gee Harry, you are really jumpy tonight lil' bro. what has been worrying you?" he questioned.

Oh! He knows me to well...he knows that I only get jumpy when they is something that's bothering me.

"Ah, you see...I like somebody." I muttered under my breath, my face tinging pink.

"Really?! That's great Hazza!" Niall enthusiast, a big grin on his face. He has been pestering ever since two years ago when I came out of the closet.

"Well here's the thing...he's strait-"

"Oh well harry, people can change..."

"Strait with a girlfriend, and the head jock of the school." I finished, eyes looking up to the heavens, wondering why, of all things I was meant to be stuck with him of all dicks in my heart. Someone who would never look at me twice in a crowded hallway, somebody who would be disgusted if he ever found out.

"Ah." Niall replied, finger tapping his chin, his brows drawn together in concentration as he thought.

I groaned, flopping back with all of the back bone of a jellyfish into the bedside seat that I occupied at my every visit to the hospital.

Niall shook his head and snorted. "You never did like to do thing the easy way did you?"

I moaned, burying my face in my hands. "I shall have to spend all remainder of my days alone"-

My brother tuted, tweaking one of my brown curls. "Stop being such a pussy, I was not going to say that!"

"Eww..." I grimaced and shuddered. "Low blow."

He just laughed again to my annoyance.

"Well I am so glad my problems amuse you" I stood and started to walk towards the door "So I shall just go home now and cry to my bed covers and my mute goldfish about my slowly braking heart." I reached out for the handle.

"Hazza, wait!!" Niall pleaded.

I froze my steps but stayed facing the door.

"Ah harry- I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you I swear! You were just being so cute and"-

I turned around to face him with a huff, stomping a foot. "I am not cute." I muttered.

I saw relief in his eyes that I had not been as upset as I could have been; he held out both of his arms, beckoning me.

I totted over and curled up on my big brothers knee, my head on his chest.

Nialler chuckled and ran his hands through my bouncy brown cork screws.

"You are baby and you know it; and about this guy, I think I have an idea..."