Teenage Dirtbag, Baby.-A 1D/Mcfly fanfic.

the dreams flow down the kitchen sink

Toms p.o.v-

It'd been over a week since she was released from the hospital. Nothing's been the same since that night. Clapton's been avoiding us all, always having her ear phones in and exessively sleeping. Even when she'd slept for 13 hours she'd still be tired and she looked it too. Two nights ago I was sitting on the couch and she scurried out into the kitchen, probably seeking food, she moved fast though. "What's wrong? Monsters under the bed?" I teased. Her eyes flicked up and they looked mighty frightened and worried. I suddenly felt my expression soften at that look. I hated it when she was scared. She opened her mouth a little before talking, "They're not under the bed anymore, they moved into my head," She closed her eyes, crinkling them before moving off again.

She was like a rose, slow and budding to begin with, not looking like much. Then she became a burst of vibrant colour, standing tall in her prime, but as everything that is beautiful has it's rise, it must also have it's shattering downfall. The steep path that she was now riding all to fast.

The strange part about it was none of us had any idea of when she would hit the bottom, none of us even knew what the bottom was. That was the scary part too, we all knew she was going down, but we didn't know what to and we didn't know why. All we knew is that she was going at an extreme pace and that she was soon going to hit the bottom and hit it hard.

We were all in her apartment that night, and I mean all of us, even Niall. We decided that now was time for an intervention. We couldn't take how she was anymore, only coming out of her room to get food. It wasn't healthy. She didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, so we sat in the lounge waiting for her to come and get food, and considering that I've been here for the past 6 hours I would say she'd be coming out of the room soon enough. Niall didn't want to talk about the fight, but he's become less hostile towards me. We can actually have a conversation now, the conversation being what's wrong with Clapton.

"It's probably just her time of the month," Harry rolled his eyes, He's never liked her much has he? And none of us were ever sure why.

"I honestly don't care what it is," Niall began, "Just aslong as she's okay," He closed his eyes and took a deep inhale.

"We all just want her to be okay Ni," Liam responded, patting the blonde boy's back.

"What do you think it is?" Danny asked, his voice full of concern but curiosity.

"She probably just feels like shit after the pnemonia and the crash," Tal offered, but I wasn't sure about it.

We all looked at eachother with wide eyes as we heard the creak of a door disturb us all. She slugged out, looking like her knees could buckle at any given moment and coughing profusely. Niall looked at me and took in a deep breathe before using the arms of the chair to push himself up. When she saw his face she began walking with more urgency, obviously not wanting to talk to us. It was no use though, Niall picked her up and though she was squirming it was no use. He gently put he down in the chair between the two of us and we all just stared, expecting her to just come right out.

It was her quick blinks that snapped us out of it, shaking or heads to alert us again Harry decided to make a snarky comment, "What's got your knickers in a twist?" He raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

" Nothing curly," she said without emotion

"Clapton we just want to help you, but we can't until you tell us what's wrong." I pleaded, running my hand through my hair.

She looked at me, trying to make her eyes cold but through that I could see the plea for me to try harder.

" I don't need your concern," She said in the same dull tone. Niall looked at her and I could tell by the look in his eyes he just wanted the answer. Standing infront of her He looked down, his face now stern and tensed. He pursed his lips, making them form a thin line. She looked up with a sorry look in her eyes, like she did something wrong. He leaned down a little so they were at eye level.

"What the hell's your problem Clapton?! We're all getting really sick of your moping around okay? Like really it's getting bloody pathetic!" His tone matching that of a yelling man yet his volume staying the same.

"2 weeks," She said back, scanning the room, looking each of us in the eyes. I saw Roxy and Monique look at each other with tear brimmed eyes and that was the moment where we were all hit with a wall of pain. That was the moment when we all started on our fast decline to the bottom.

"W-what?" Niall questioned, his voice shakey.

Monique covered her eyes and let out several sobs before looking up. "It- it's back isn't it?And itbwas to late for them this time?" She almost demanded as tear streamed down her face. It was at this time that I looked across all of our faces. All of us with frightened eyes and clenched jaws.

Clapton nodded towards her, openning her mouth to speak, " Two weeks until I go to sleep Moni. Two weeks until I'm back with her," She had a sad smile on her face. I didn't understand what this meant at the time, not like I do now.

We looked at her, only the two girls understanding. She flickered her eyes over to me and all they said was, 'I'm sorry'.

She opened her mouth, "lung cancer," She said, her breathes shakey.

The tears began to flow then, like a river cascading down each of our faces. Niall's eyes dulled reasonable as her pulled her into a tight embrace. His hands shaking as he ran them through her hair.

This would be the last time that Clapton Smith was with all of us as a group.