Just Another Cancer Patient

13 •Lacey•

Short and NOT PROOFREAD unfortunately :C

I'm not sure if I like this chapter. idk man. Idk.

So what do you think of this story honestly. What would you like more of, less of. I appreciate constructive criticism.

It's so late I can't even think straight so idk if this makes sense but I'm trying here.
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We had been sitting here in the deafening silence for atleast an hour. As weird as it sounded,
I'm not sure if it was a tense silence or a normal silence.

Being half asleep really fucked up your mindset.

"So.. Are you gonna tell me what happened last night?" He asks after a while.

"Dude, we literally have known each other for like, just a couple weeks. Do you really think I'm gonna spill my entire soul to you?" I ask.

"Uh... yeah." He says smirking raising his feet up and leaning them against my bed.

"I don't think so." I say crossing my arms in disagreement.

"I think you underestimate me Lace." He winks, taking a bite out of my bagel.

"Where did you get a bagel?" I ask scoffing.

"It was here when I woke up." He shrugs.

"What if it had drugs in it." I ask.

"How could it have- Hey! Stop changing the subject." He narrows his eyes at me.

"I just had a nightmare about my parents." I say.

"What happened?"

"You're being really damn nosy." I said getting angry. It wasn't his business.

"That's how I am."

"It's going to get you killed one day." I snap getting up and waking towards the door.

The cold tiles woke me up more by freezing my warm feet and I basically ran to the bathroom fuming.

Who did he think he was, asking me something so personal?

I sigh and splash my face with water. Then I look in the mirror.

"Sweet Mary Mother of Jesus!" I exclaim. The dark makeup I had fell asleep in last night and cried in was most definitely not waterproof.

I wonder how Zayn hadn't ran for the hills yet.

I take off my makeup, or what was left of it, and walk back to my room feeling slightly less angry.

"Sorry." Is the first thing Zayn tells me when I walk in the room. "I just worry about you."

"You worry about me?" I ask laughing sarcastically.

"It's kind of hard not to when I spend every living moment with you and start to see you differently." He says staring at me.

"In pity?" I say daringly.

"No. I don't pity you. You're the strongest person I know and I envy that you're so wonderful and strong headed. I wish I could be like you. Excluding the vagina part." He explains causing my heart to melt.