Back to Reality: Niall's Cancer Battle sequel

Chapter Fourteen: Alfredo, Again

Chapter Fourteen: Alfredo, Again

I wander through the house, my hand tracing against the wall as I stare at the cleanliness of the place. Since we had cleaned it thoroughly, it's been that way ever since. Not a single trace of dust. Nothing broken. Nothing shattered. Everything just perfected.

I can hear the lads singing in the kitchen as Harry cooks up some kind of lunch. I can hear my stomach rumble, but I don't know if I can bring myself to eat. There's just so many other things that I could be doing. Hell, I should be at that hospital and trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me.

"Niall! Come get some lunch!" Liam calls out for me and their laughter fills the house. But I feel awkward, kind of out of place. This is such a perfect home, so beautiful and precise.

And then there's me. Broken and a complete disaster. Should I be cleaned up as well? Should I be tossed along with all the useless garbage that had once littered the house?

"Niall!" Liam calls again and I know I better get moving.

"Coming!" I answer him and walk to the kitchen.

Harry finishes putting pasta on plates and they bring them to the table that has already been set up to eat at. I stare downwards at the plate of pasta that is placed in front of me. The smell of alfredo floats up to me, but there's something on the edge of my mind.

"Well? Take a seat," Harry says to everyone and we all sit down. I stare down at the alfredo.

They start chatting casually and I pick up the fork to start twirling it around the pasta. The white sauce drips down the fork and I stare at the long noodles. Something in the back of my mind nags at me.

I sniff at the Alfredo, but it smells perfectly fine. I just shrug and put the forkful in my mouth, tasting the creamy sauce. It tastes delicious.

I bite down and there's a weird crunch.

"What's wrong Niall? Don't you like your Alfredo?"

"What?" I look up at Harry and he turns towards me, confusion in his eyes.

"What what?" Harry gives me a weird look and brings another bite of Alfredo to his mouth.

"Did you just say something?" I ask him.

"Nope," Harry shakes his head. I glance over at Liam who is staring at me, his eyes set on mine like I'm actually going a bit crazy. And maybe I am. 

I look back down and bring the fork of noodles back up, staring at the long strands of pasta. I stare at them, squinting at them.

And they move.

I glance up and Harry's eyes are gone. No white blanks. No black eyes. Nothing. Just empty gaps in the place of his eyes. His teeth are black and his fingers have turned sharp and long. They carve into the table between us.

No. This can't be real. My heart beat increases. My mind doesn't understand.

I gasp and drop my fork down. It clangs against the glass plate and the lads all jump, staring at me in shock. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Zayn turns towards me immediately, his brown eyes searching mine.

I shake my head and put my head in my hands. "I had another flashback."

"What was it this time?"

"Harry's cooking."

"My cooking?!" Harry exclaims. "What the hell is wrong with my cooking?!"

I shake my head and just squeeze at my blonde hair. "I have no idea. But I think I need to go to the doctor's. It's time to get this all sorted out," I mutter in defeat. I have no interest in going to the hospital, but I've got to do what's best for me.