The Cheeky Bitch (A 1D fanfic)

Shower me with sorrow

A/n: WARNING!! MEDIUM FLUFFINESS!!!

Lexi's POV: 

"Where did you find that?" I asked in a tone barely audible. 

Zayn marched up to me. He was so close that I actually had to look up at him. 

"When you walked out this afternoon to go boxing with Harry, it slipped out of your room. I was calling you but you never turned back." He paused and took a breath before continuing. "What is this?" He said. 

I was so angry that he found it. He was never supposed to see that. No one was supposed to see that. 

"Well, clearly you read it so why are you asking me?" I snapped "Stop asking me rhetorical questions. You know what, here let me read it to you." I said grabbing the paper from him. 

"Dear, Ms. Campbell. I have received your results from Dr.Connors and it is clear with that you have stage 4 bone marrow cancer. I am truly sorry with your condition and I would like you to come in so we can discuss how to proceed with this. 

I understand that you have asked Dr.Connors whether or not you can overcome this and with the results, it's unlikely that you will-" 

I couldn't continue because Zayn grabbed the lettern from my hands. 

"Stop. Don't read that." He said sternly avoiding all eye contact with me. I'm sure that all the boys could hear our conversation through the walls but at this point I couldn't care less. It was already out.

"Why? It's the truth. I'm going to die Zayn! I won't be able to see my next birthday!-" I shouted. 

"STOP! JUST STOP!" He snapped looking at me dead in the eyes. I was taken a back by the tone of his voice so I did as told. I threw my gymbag on the floor. We just stood there in silence until Zayn finally spoke up. 

"Why didn't you tell me the moment you found out?" He asked in a whisper. 

"Because I didn't know how to deal with this myself Zayn!" I said feeling the tears starting to run down my cheeks. As soon as Zayn saw my tears his expression softened and took a step foreward but I took two steps back. "The day I told you and the boys I was going to shopping with the girls. We actually went to the clinic because we found bruises. You can't see them now because they're covered in a moutain of makeup."

"I found out I was going to die Zayn. I could pretend like it wasn't true and I would live a long happy life but I wouldn't be truthful to myself. I didn't even want Eleanor and Danielle to know but they took me there." I said letting the tears roam down. 

"But you should have told me! I would have been there for you!" He shouted. 

"That's exactly what I didn't want! I didn't want your pity. I didn't want you to be with me because you felt you had to. If you were going to be my friend I wanted you to be because you felt like it was the right thing and that it was meant to be." I said. 

"Lexi. Whenever I'm with you, it's meant to be." He mumbled. 

"You're lying." I said. 

"No I'm not." 

"Yes. Yes you-" 

"NO I'M NOT!" He shouted bringing back all the meaning in his voice. "Ever since the first day we met at the club I knew you were different. At the beginning I thought you were a total bitch and wanted nothing to do with you but eventually that all changed. Being next to you was the only thing I wanted and you wouldn't let me. You told me to move on Lexi, so that's what I did!" He shouted.