How To Save A Life: A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction

Chapter 38: A Look At Nicall

Louis's POV:

Bells was in surgery right now. And I was stuck outside, wondering if she was alright. Wondering if she'd be able to live with me once again...

So let me explain the situation, here. Basically, Bells is a living miracle. She could have died the day her mother did, the days her peers bullied her, the days her father abused her, the day she was going to kill herself but met me, the days she was raped, the day she could have died in childbirth, the days she had cancer. Basically her whole life, she could have died. But she didn't. We later asked a few doctors how she was alive. Their answers? "We don't know... It's a mystery... She's a miracle... She should be dead..." The only real answer we got was that she had a strong enough will to live, and even that isn't very scientific... Bells went from having a tumor the size of a fist, to a tumor the size of a quarter in six days. The doctors had no explanation, They just would stare at her in wonder.

Have you ever had that feeling where you're up late at night, on the internet or something, and you see this famous person, that you have a crush on, and suddenly you have this literal ache in your stomach, thinking about the perfect girl or guy that you would want to meet and marry? Maybe not, maybe it's just me... But I used to... Before I met Bells... So the feeling you get, when you see this perfect girl, the feeling you get when you know you won't ever feel that terrible ache again, it's amazing. People always make fun of eachother for making that goofy face at the one they love, but staring at Bells, I can't get it off. I can't help but know how lucky I am...

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A/N: I will come back to Eliza and Louis hopefully at the end of this chapter, or in the next one, but I kinda want to take a break from them, after all the drama. So, I will give you a bit of Nichole and Niall... :)

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Nichole's POV:

Some fans on twitter ask me how I'm dealt with a friend who was going to die. I never responded. You don't 'deal' with it. You sit in your room, everyday, because you aren't allowed in the hospital, crying, wondering if this will be the day, or if she's lucky, if she'll get to live another day. It's a constant empty feeling, as you refuse to go anywhere, sitting in the dying girl's house, wondering if this is what it'll be like everyday without her. In other words, it's terrible, but you can't tell fans that. You can't show weakness. It's not damn fair, but it's true.

It's funny, really. Niall and the boys don't consider themselves famous. But we, friends and girlfriends, while we still consider them just like us, we see them as perfect and famous. And people look up to them, which means they also look up to their friends. I know it sounds weird, but they do. On twitter, fans tweet me 24/7. And so I know that it means the look up to Eliza. And if Eliza is sick, they look to us. And so I have to stay strong for fans...

I sat in Eliza's bed, breathing in her's and Lou's smell, missing them. I stared at the ceiling, trying to hold in my tears, trying to stay strong. My phone went off, and fumbled to type in my password. It was from twitter. A news team tweeted me that Eliza was.... dead...

What??! It wasn't true. It couldn't be true! It was a fucking lie. I heard someone racing up the steps. Niall rushed in, slamming the door behind him, searching my eyes for something. I stared at him, blinking back tears. She wasn't dead. I chanted in my head. Not dead. Not dead. Not....

Niall rushed to my side, grabbing my hand. Tears were rushing down his face. Stay strong. "I- They... The tweet was sent to me too..." He choked. Stay strong; Stay strong. The fans look to me. Stay strong. Niall looked at me. "How aren't you crying? Doesn't that mean anything to you?! SHE'S DEAD!" He screamed. I knew he knew why I wasn't crying. We knew everything about eachother, we knew eachother so well... But he wanted a reaction, I guess, and he got one.