One Life

Chapter Twenty

Happie Burfday to my little Sister @neptunenarry♥. {:

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Why in the midst of my escape, did I have to fall over Louis' ankle?

I think I'd only received merely 2hours of sleep. The wall clock read, 7am.

So why am I up, you may ask?

Well, I've seen how these boys are; and Harry and I waking up late after staying up all night, while all the boys are already awake? That would go so well... Especially when we were laying there tangled into each other. And if you didn't know, that was sarcasm.

Maybe they would have cutten me some slack since I am a cancer patient.

The Cancer Perk; I think that's what it's called.

When cancer battlers get special treatment. Or maybe it's only called that when we get free things.

Anywho, I had untangled Harry's arms, from my oxygen tubes, and had to pull it from under him, and crawl over Harry to get out of the couch.

It's a great thing that he sleeps pretty hard, after all the noise I was making, and moving I was doing.

That was a success.

But in the process, I did accidentally wake Liam up who only glanced at me sleepily, smiled slightly, then buried his head back into Samantha's red hair.

And I was distracted by how cute they were, that I fell over Louis' ankle.

I then stared at Louis with a horrified expression for a few seconds, waiting for his reaction, and when he groaned lowly, then pulled his feet into the covers, I figured he had dozed off again.

Phew. That was a very hard, and not so very well thought out 20minutes.

I hopped to my feet, then picked up half heavy Patty, continuing on my path.

Technically, I was still half asleep, and could've burned down the house while making my mug of coffee.

But fortunately, I wasn't much of an idiot, even with both of my eyes closed, than what I was always given credit for.

When I stepped outside -not in the back this time, but in the front- I felt a tad watched, but at the same time free.

The porch could differentiate from the patio much to make me feel so free, but then again it was probably the gated premises in the back that made me feel captive. The front had shoulder height fences compared to my height, but the back had tall bricks that were more than 7feet tall.

My tongue felt like it was sat into excruciating pits of flames when I attempted to take a sip of the steaming coffee.

Surely, that woke me up.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

I quickly sat the mug on the concrete next to me, some of the almost black liquid even finding a way out of it and onto my palm.

As I was raking my tongue with my pink chipped nail polish painted finger nails, and hastily wiped my hand on my tank top, I looked up at the massive tree across the street that shaded majority of the street, and the porch. It blocked the sun, but inbetween the cracks of leaves, sunlight fell in.

As my eyes traveled from the bright green leaves down to the tree trunk, across the street next to it was parked a black truck. While squinting to see who the unfamiliar vehicle belonged to, the front door behind me opened at the same time that the car door opened.

Harry behind me, and Paul ahead of us.

Harry didn't expect to see me, but Paul had already seen me from the car.