Did You Say Louis Tomlinson? (Can't Fight This Feeling Sequel)

Chapter 14

Marcel's POV

Christmas Eve 2013. I'm just getting into bed. I'd spent the whole day with Sarah (we've been hanging out all the time this month). I was feeling happy. Even without Louis. I'd been been doing well. Everything was fine.

And then the phone started ringing.

It'll go away you're all snuggled in bed just leave it. And it stopped. I smiled in my victory and closed my eyes. The phone started ringing again. I sigh and roll off the bed putting the phone to my ear without looking at caller ID.

"Hello?" I say tiredly.

"It's Louis." My body goes rock solid.

"Why're you calling me Louis?" I ask trying to keep my voice call.

"I remembered. We need to talk."

•••

It's been 30 minutes. Louis is on his way here. I'm brewing coffee and smoking a cigarette. Trying to calm my heart rate that's pounding through my chest. But my hands are still shaking and I still can't believe it. Is he going to tell me why he left? I need to know now. And then are we to resume our relationship? God I don't know. I don't know. I want to but is it good for me?

The knock on my door jolts me into reality. I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath. Then I get up and let him in. I guide him to the couch and we sit in momentary silence.

"Maybe I should start with why I left." He says first. I nod and gulp deeply.

"The night of your birthday, I went home like any other. Only this night I was anxious. Just a few days before I had gone to the doctor for a usual checkup. They said something seemed wrong. So I was waiting for the results. When I got home there was an envelope on my bed. My mom had no idea that anything was wrong I just told her I was fine. I was scared to open the results. But I just thought nothing could be the matter, I felt normal. I opened it with haste. I remember the first time I saw it in words I was left silent for almost an hour. I reread them a million times while I laid on my bed. The words were encrypted into my mind. I can still recite them now," he takes a deep breath, "Dear Mr. Tomlinson, After closely examining the X-rays and tests we've taken on you, we've come up with your results. You have a trail of tumors on your spine. They could be removed and you could be saved if you go to a hospital in a bigger city. We are so sorry to inform you. Please let us know what you plan on doing." His voice wavers.

"Are you saying..." but my voice cuts out.

"So I had to leave. I contacted my grandparents. They have money and they live in a bigger city. As soon as I was able to leave town I did. It was shortly after I brought you in from the snow. The first procedure went well. They were able to remove them surgically. I was in the clear but they held me back to watch. And they grew back. The little fucking shits showed back up on my spine." He whispers the last part. We're both silent.

"I was gone for so long. I though if I didn't tell you it would be easier. God my reasons were so stupid." I'm still silent.

"I'm weak and my body is tired. Tomorrow December 25th, 2013. I'm to check into the hospital, again." He chokes out.

"What're you saying, Louis?" My voices is shaking horribly.

I'm dreaming. I fell asleep and I'm dreaming. I'll wake up sweating. I'll wake up and relief will flood through me.

"I'm dying, Marcel. I don't have much time." He says so quietly I almost don't catch it.

"No." It slips out of my mouth so quietly I'm pretty sure he didn't even hear it.

It's time to wake up.

"This isn't real." I say looking around hysterically.

"Marcel.." he says looking at me with sad dropping eyes.

"This isn't real!" I shriek. He gets up and tries to hug me. I start hitting his chest while he wraps his arms around me. I hit him over and over.

"NO!" I'm screaming.

"NO NO NO!" my throat is raw. I shrieking and every hit against his hard chest is making me weaker.

"THIS ISN'T FAIR!!" I'm sobbing and my hands fall limply to my sides. He pulls me into him tighter.

"Shhhh" he hushes me while stroking my hair. I can feel my tears drenching his shirt.

"It's okay." He whispers tracing circles on my back.

"No it's not," I say sobbing harder. "it's never going to be okay again."

He continues hushing and stroking and tracing. I can't understand how he's so calm. It's impossible. Impossible.

I feel tears falling on to the top of my head. I know he's crying silently now.

"This isn't happening." I whisper. He pulls me into him even tighter.

"It is. And it's going to be okay."

"I love you. I love you this is my fault." I say crying again.

"How could this possibly be your fault?" he whispers sadly into my hair. It just makes me cry harder.

"I'll be there every second." I say into his shoulder.

"What?"

"Every second you're at the hospital. Every second. I'll be by your side I promise." I say looking up at him. He kisses my forehead.

"I love you." He says wiping a tear from my cheek.

"I love you too."
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