Are you worth living for? (A Niall Horan One Direction Fan fiction)

Chapter 2 ~RESULTS~

I know it's been a long time! But here is chapter 2! xoxo, Rachel

Chapter 2 ~Results~

"London calls me a stranger

a traveler

this is now my whole world

my whole world"

I hummed quietly along to Ed Sheeran as he serenaded me through my earphones. I felt a tapping on my shoulder and directed my attention at my father who was looking at me with a tired smile etched across his face.

"What?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows. When your hair fell out from cancer would your eyebrows fall out too? If so I was going to look extremely weird.

"I asked you what flavour milkshake you wanted.... Chocolate I presume?" I nodded and grinned. Of course I wanted chocolate, it was only the most delicious thing created by the gods above.

A few minutes later I was sipping on my shake and bouncing my head along to the rhythm of the music . We pulled up to the cancer section of the hospital and my dad escourted me into the dreadful building I was familiar with.

"This place smells like death. I didn't even know that death had a smell. But if someone asked me what death smells like I would answer that it smells like a hospital." I informed my father and he rolled his eyes chuckling.

"Of course you would. You're such a pessimest." he teased me and I shook my head.

"I am not a pessimest dad. If I was I would've commited suicide after they told me I had a 30% chance of living. If I was a pessimest I would be sulking around because I knew my body was about to put the the 20 layers of hell. But here I am, laughing and smiling. I am very much not a pessimest." I finsihed off my rant with a dominant look in his direction.

He didn't speak after that and I was worried that I might've upset him. Oh well.

We were nearing the lung unit when my mother came sprinting down the hallway. Her gray and brown hair was wind blown and totally amuck. She had a huge smile plastered across her aged face, and when she saw me her eyes grew wide with excitement.

"HONEY WE GOT THE CT SCAN RESULTS!! YOUR TUMORS HAVEN'T GROWN AT ALL!" she screeched in a voice so high that it would put dog whistles to shame.

"That's great!" My dad yelled and for the first time in a long time I saw true happiness in his eyes. I wasn't happy, why should I be? I was still sick.

"Well c'mon Lauren! Dr. Hill wants to see you!" Mum yelled as I followed her towards a patient room.

The white sterile walls made me feel like I was trapped, and I desperatly yearned to escape. The smell of bleach that covered up the odor of sickness wasn't that promising either.God, I wanted out of here.

"Hello Lauren!" Dr. Hill greeted me cheerily. How can you be so happy if you have people that are dying visiting you daily?

"I'm sure you've heard the great news about your lungs. Since the tumors have stopped progressing we are finally able to put you on stronger  medication!" He seemed legitly happy at this news. Probably because he wouldn't have to see me as much.

"What's the side effect of this medicine?" I asked dully. There was always a catch to the good news.

"Well you will have to experience chemo 3 times a month instead of 1." he informed me and my breath caught.

3 times a month? I could barely handle 1! I would lay in bed sick for days after the treatment! One time I actually had a seizure because of the pain. I had also been in a pain induced coma due to the horrific medication. The chemo was going to end up killing me, not the cancer. This treatment would be the death of me.

*5 hours later*

"Let's go to Olive Garden to celebrate!" my mother exclaimed as we sat in the living room. How could she call this a celebration? It was more like a death sentence.

"I mean darling, would you like to go to Olive Garden?" she asked me hopefully. I mean I was hungry and italian sounded delicious.

"why not?" I asked smiling. My dad grinned and slapped my back playfully causing me to wince. he must've noticed my expression because his eyebrows scrunched into a frown.

I wanted to wear my favorite tank top, but they IV marks were very noticable on my arms. I settled for slipping on my blue sweater. It was extremely tight, but I didn't have any body fat. The cancer had taken it all away. I laughed as I pictured a new diet.

GET CANCER. LOSE WEIGHT.

Oh I could already see it. I put on some blush to cover up the gaunt look in my cheeks, and applied some kohl eyeliner to my eyes. My hair was flowing in untamed waves down my back. It made me look healthier and more beautiful. Man I was going to miss my hair.

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"What would you like to drink?" the waitress asked in a bored tone.

"Water please."

She returned a few minutes later with our refreshments and asked for our order.

"How do you get your hair to look like that?" she asked me absentmindly as she was leaving.

"Oh it's natural." I said with a chuckle and she sighed.

"OMG you are so lucky. I would die for hair like that." she said. Suddenly my breath got stuck in my throat. I wasn't lucky.

Not even close.

I was flipping cursed.

And I was going to die.

It hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I need some fresh air." I said before standing up.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" My dad asked concerned and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm fine Dad." I snapped and he frowned at my hostility. I just groaned before making my way out of the restaurant.

I didn't know where I was going.

Frankly, I didn't care.

A/N) Okay This IS a One Direction fanfic I promise! The boys are coming in the next chappie! So thank you for reading!

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                                                                xoxo, Rachel