Happily

Chapter 9

Carter's Pov

A knock on my door wakes me from the little slumber I had just gotten. Great. Five of the biggest heart throbs on this planet will see me look more shittier than usual. This is what I live for, I think to myself sarcastically.

I'm to lazy to get out of the tiny hospital bed so I just shout to the person on the other side of the door.

"Come in," I yell to the visitors.

I was surprised when instead of seeing the band members I saw Sheryl come in with a tray in hand.

"Hi, Carter. I decided to bring you lunch early because I didn't want you to feel really bad when One Direction comes here." She nods.

"Thanks." I reply simply.

She hands me the food and I realize that it's just an ordinary sandwich and a water. I'm happy for this, though, because my stomach has started to bother me.

I eat it slowly and after about twenty minutes I finish the whole thing and my head starts to feel better than before.

"I know I probably annoy you by asking all of these questions, but it is my job. Carter, are you absolutely sure you are okay? You've been acting strange and I can tell you aren't your normal self." Sheryl questions.

"Well, to be one hundred percent honest here, no one is 'okay' or 'healthy' here. We are sick. All of us. Just some of us are worser than others. I have been feeling more sleepy lately, but it's probably just because of Lauren's...um... death. I also had been getting headaches more frequently, but I also blame that on stress.." I tell her.

"Alright. Well take this." She hands me what I believe to be Motrin.

I pop the two pills into my mouth then quickly poor the water from before into my mouth, swallowing everything.

"Well, I am going to leave right now. The boys should be here soon. Oh, and tomorrow you have chemo." She leaves sending me a sad smile.

Damn. Damn. Damn. Chemo is the worst pain I have ever felt. I know it's trying to kill of the cancer, but it kills. It literally kills.

My parents will be here tomorrow which is a great thing. They used to come everyday and visit me, but I told them that they don't need to all of the time. Now they come every other day. We talk to each other each morning and night, though, so it's alright.

As if on cue my iPhone starts to vibrate on the side table. The name shows Caleb so I quickly press the 'accept' button.

"Hi."

"Hey, Carter. What's up?" My fifteen year old brother asks me.

"Nothing really. Just waiting for five world famous boys come and visit me." I answer.

"You seem excited." He replies sarcastically.

"Actually I am really excited. I just don't want to seem to.. what's the word... fangirlish..?" I say.

"Cool. Cool. Well good luck with that. I just called to see what my older sister was up to. Sorry, but I got to go. See you tomorrow, Carter!"

"Bye. Love you, Caleb."

"Love you too." He hung up.

He's so sweet. Most siblings don't usually get along really well, but Caleb and I have always been really close. Ever since he was born and I was two we became best friends. I was happy we still got along really well.

I knew Liam, Louis, Niall, Harry, and Zayn would probably be here any minute, so I just ran my tiny, frail fingers through my short, boyish hair.

I then quickly checked my phone again making sure I had enough storage on it to be able to take a picture with each of the boys. That would really be horrible. You finally get to meet one of your idols and you can't take a picture with them. I send a prayer to everyone that has ever happened to.

A notification pops up on my screen, signaling that someone liked a picture on my Instagram. I clicked on it and it led me to a picture of Lauren and I, that I had posted the day before her death.

I decide that I cannot cry anymore. As much as I want to, it will make me much more sick emotionally. I get off the app and click on the Twitter app.

Nothing new. Just old shit that I couldn't care less about. Damn why am I acting like a bitch towards everything. I have an attitude, but usually nothing like this.

I just get out of the app and wait for those five boys to come and visit me.

Harry's Pov

We have been to about seven different rooms visiting the children in each of them. They were all filled with joy and happiness and that made me smile so wide. All of them were adorable and each of them were about eleven or younger.

Not only were the patients having fun, the lads and I were having a blast. I would've never thought something like this could be so much fun.

We came up to another room and knocked on the brown wooden door. A middle aged women opened the door for us. She had blonde hair and big blue eyes.

She smiled at each of us and let us enter the hospital room.

A tiny girl, who I believe was around the age of five, was laying down on her bed. She looked so tired and sick, and I couldn't help but feel horrible. When she looked up and saw the five of us, she smiled. It didn't look big, but I could tell it was as wide as it could get.

"Hello there, love." Louis said to the little girl with the blue eyes like her mother had.

After a few seconds she finally got the word 'hi' out of her chapped lips.

I was going to cry. I knew it. I usually try never to cry in front of everyone, but seeing a toddler in such a horrible condition made my eyes water. I looked at the other boys and I could see they were trying to hold in the years that have started to form in there eyes as well.

"I... I love you all. I mean it too. I went to one of your concerts before. My mummy took me. We didn't get good seats and I could not really see you boys without looking at that huge screen. It was fun, though. Then my mummy took me out to McDonalds and I got chicken nuggets and french fries. It was fun mummy, right?" The girl talked, her voice was high and it took her a while to get it all out. It made me smile though.

"How about when you're all better you can come to another concert with better tickets that the rest of the boys and I give to you?" Niall says in a childish tone.

"Yay, yay, yay!" The little girl giggles. Although her voice is barely over a whisper, she seems so excited.

"Sorry, but will you sign this for her." Her mum asks all of us.

"Of course." Liam says.

"Love, what's your name?" I ask the child in bed.

"Maya. Maya Jiner." She smiles as much as possible. Her eyes were still closed though.

After we all sign it, Zayn speaks up.

"Maya, love, we have to go. I promise, though, we will come back and visit another time."

"Okay!" She whispers before she falls back to sleep.

I really hope she gets better. I hope all of the patients get better.

Cancer sucks.

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Woahhhh.. I have been updating a lot lately! Anyway, tomorrow is Valentine's Day, so Happy Valentine's Day everyone. Hopefully you will all get hugs and kisses and most importantly.. CHOCOLATE! Well, bye everyone and please read my other stories!