Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

I Want to Live Here - Chapter 52

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I woke up to a bright light in my eyes, showing through the window. Why didn't I shut the blinds last night? I groaned at the burning feeling in my eyes, and held my hand up trying to shield them. 

I didn't want to get up, and then it hit me. Today Niall and I were going to go look for our apartment. Our apartment. That sounds so weird to me. I mean, is that even legal? Hell if I know. 

Niall had told me last night that we needed to be there by at least quarter to ten to make sure that everything was set to go. I couldn't remember setting an alarm, and I know I didn't wake up due to one. I felt adrenaline rush through me as I rolled over to see then it was a quarter after nine.

"Shit!" I yelled.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," I kept repeating.

I didn't care that I was only in my bra and sweatpants as I opened my door into the hallway. I walked over to Niall's door, which was closed. I turned to knob, letting myself in. His room was so dark and  couldn't even tell if he was in there or not. I flipped on the lights and sure enough, he was there.

He was laying on his bare stomach with the blanket reaching up halfway up his back. 

"Niall." He didn't move.

I groaned and let out a sigh. 

I walked right over to him put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down back and forth until he finally moved.

He looked up at me and squinted at the light.

"What's wrong?" 

"It's quarter after nine, come on!"

I turned to walk out the doorway. "And don't you dare go back to sleep! We have to leave in 20 minutes!" I shouted back.

I quickly rushed into my room to grab clothes and a towel. I would have to rush if I wanted to get everything done in time. If we weren't going out where there'd be a chance of cameras, it wouldn't matter and I wouldn't have a problem with the time, but this was different. 

I quickly got undressed and got in the shower. I grabbed the soap and just rubbed it everywhere. I didn't care where it went, I just needed to get out of here. 

I rubbed my hands along my head and felt something that was different. It was hair. It felt weird since it was only about a quarter of an inch long, but it was there. I smiled a little, but then I remembered that it wasn't going to last that long. Soon enough I'd probably have to get chemo again and I can kiss the hair goodbye. 

I miss my hair so much. I never really realised what it would feel like without it. I mean, when I had it, I could do whatever I wanted with it. It was so long and it took a long while to grow it all out. I would braid it, fishtail it, put it in piggy tails, pony tails, messy buns, fancy buns, headbands, and it just goes on and on.

When I finally beat this, I will promise to love my hair forever. At least, I think I will beat it, right? I used to have such a pessimistic view about it, but now I'm stuck in the middle. I want to know what Niall really thinks about it. No matter when or where I ask him about it, he would just answer that yes I would beat it, but does he really think that? What about my doctor? What about all the other boys or everyone else? Do they really think I could get through this?