One Direction One-Shots

Louis: Cancer Part 2

This is a VERY long chapter b/c I wrote it on paper & it had at least 6 pages for pt 1 & pt 2.
Louis's POV
Harry's helping me walk to the front door of the doctors office. I'm still shaky from puking and my stomach hurts bad. I don't know what's wrong, but I'm going to find out soon. Harry and I walk through the door, up to the front desk where a middle-aged woman is sitting behind it, typing on a computer. She looks up at us and smiles.
"Hello. Are you here to make an appointment?" She asks. "Yes. Do you have any open spaces right now? It's kinda urgent." Harry tells her, squeezing my hand. I squeeze it back to reassure him. He glances over at me, worry etched on his face.
Harry's POV
"We have an open space in 15 minutes." The lady tells me. I nod and tell her to put it under Louis's name for the patient.
"You're all set." She says as she goes back to working on her computer.
"Thanks." I say as I help Lou sit down in a chair in the waiting room. We sit in silence, me holding Louis's hand until the lady calls us back. She does all the average things like taking Lou's temperature, checking his weight, and a few other things. She then leads us to one of the rooms. The room has two chairs, an exam table, a sink, and a small table with a rolly stool.
"The doctor will be with you soon." She says leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. I sit down in one of the chairs and hold out my arms for Louis as he sits in my lap and rests his head on my chest. The doctor comes in a few minutes later(the doctor's a girl).
"Hey Louis, how you feeling?" The doctor asks looking at Louis sympathetically.
"Not good. I feel like dying." Louis says and my heart hurts. He's in that much pain?
"Well, it says here on your form you've been puking up blood, and are really weak?" She questions as Lou nods in conformation.
"Any other symptoms? Weight loss, stomach pain, fatigue?" She asks him. "I have been really weak lately, maybe from lack of sleep?" Lou says. "Plus I think I've lost a few pounds over the last few weeks, but nothing I thought was that bad." Louis continues as the doctor nods scribbling down notes on her clipboard. Why didn't he tell me he was feeling bad? I could have helped him.
"Alright. Your going to have to urinate in this cup for me so we can check how much of a protein called endothelial lipase you have. It's one of the urinary excretory proteins we have in our urine. If you don't have enough of them then it could be harmful for your body." She says as Louis stands and takes the container from her. I start to follow him but he shakes his head.
"Do you want me to stay here?" I ask. He nods as I say "okay" and sit back down. Louis goes into the bathroom outside our room and me and the doctor make small talk until Louis comes back into the room and hands her the cup. "Alright. I'm going to test this. I'll be back in a few minutes." She says leaving again. Louis sits back down on my lap and I wrap my arms around him. He leans into my embrace and nestles his head in the crook of my neck.
(The rest isn't as accurate with the symptoms, but I had to search a lot online for the info above.)
I sit there rubbing circles on his back while we wait. Lou always gets nervous at the doctors office and I can feel him shaking. "Shh, it's okay babe, everything will be alright." I whisper to him. Little did I know I was wrong. Maybe ten minutes later the doctor comes in with a grim look on her face. She sits down in her chair and sighs. My worry is increasing and I can't take it anymore.
"Please tell me what's wrong. Why is Louis like this?" I plead to the doctor.
"I don't know how to tell you this but...Louis has cancer." What? I almost couldn't understand what she said. Louis has cancer? Oh my god! No, this can't be happening. He's been fine until yesterday. How come I just now noticed? I finish thinking and notice I'm crying. Then i notice Louis crying, too. He's dying. Right now, he's dying!
"I'll give you two some time." The doctor says, getting up and walking out the door, shutting it quietly. Louis is looking at the floor, crying softly. I thought he'd be sobbing but apparently he's in too much shock. I lift his chin with my hand and look at him tears still rolling down our cheeks.
"I'm so sorry Louis. I'm so sorry!" I tell him. He doesn't say anything and just sits there. And then we're kissing. Not just any kiss. A kiss filled with so much passion and sadness and love. A kiss that says "I'm sorry." A kiss that says "thank you for being my companion." When our lips part, Louis buries his head in my neck and the tears finally pour. As he sobs in my arms his voice comes out in shaky breaths. "Harry, I-I don't w-wanna d-die." I don't know what to say so I just hold him against me for a long time.
~30 minutes later (H. texting)~
Harry: Boys, we need to talk. It's about Lou. My house; 15 minutes.
Zayn: Ok mate. See you in 15.
Niall: Hope everything's okay. <3
Liam: I'm on my way. See you soon.
~15 minutes later~
After I text the boys, I just lie on the couch. Thinking about nothing. Except that's not true. I'm thinking about everything. About how I'm going to tell the boys; about how fast cancer affects people. I'm thinking about how many people die from cancer each year. And Louis is one of them. Louis is going to die...is dying.
Someone knocks on the door and I get up, remembering I messaged the boys. I open the door and give them a weak smile. "Hey guys, come on in. Lou's asleep upstairs so try to be quiet." I tell them as they come inside, walk into the living room and sit down. Liam sits in the armchair, Zayn sits on the couch with me, and Niall sits on the floor next to Liam's chair.
"Is everything okay, Harry? Is Louis sick?" Liam asks concerned.
"Yeah, but not the kind of sick you'd expect." I tell him tears forming again in my eyes.
"What do you mean, Harry?" Zayn asks. "What's wrong?"
"I...why did this have to happen?" I say to no one, covering my face with my hands.
"Harry please tell us what's happened. We need to know." Niall tells me.
"I-I'm sorry guys. I should've known before. I should've noticed. L-Louis h-has cancer." I whisper the last sentence as I break out in sobs. Niall places his hand over his mouth as his eyes well up in tears. Liam has started crying, silently staring at the floor. Zayn reaches over to me and wraps his arms around me as I cry in his arms. We sit there crying, unaware that Louis is in the bathroom puking up blood again.
Louis's Pov (again)
I sit back, exhausted. I'm dying. I'm really dying. Why God?? Why did this happen to me?!
~5 months later~
I've been in the hospital for four months on chemo. It's helped mostly, but I'm always weak or puking and my hair started falling out in clumps during the first month, so it's all gone now.
The fans didn't take the news well at all. The other boys had a live viewing and it was broadcast and posted all over tv and the internet. They told everyone that I was diagnosed with cancer and to pray for me to get better. Then they sang 'Story of My Life' and 'You and I' and told the fans to sing my parts. And then Harry did something I didn't expect. Something no one expected.
Flashback: "Thank you so much everyone for your support." Harry told the fans. "We hope to see you again soon. But before we leave, I need to tell you all something that you've suspected from the very beginning of One Direction." He grimaced as if what he was going to say next was painful. (The fans had stopped cheering.) And it was.
"Larry Stylinson is real. It always has been." He declared looking down at the floor.
"Thank you. Goodnight." Niall ended as they walked off the stage in awkward silence.
Flashback ended: When I saw it I couldn't believe the footage. Not that Harry's proclamation matters. I'm dying anyway.
"Hey, love." Harry says entering my hospital room, pity and sadness in his eyes.
"Hey." I say as he sits in the chair next to my bed and grips my hand. After a moment of staring at each other, he leans towards me and kisses me on the lips. I kiss back with as much energy as I can muster, but I'm weak so I pull away too soon.
"I love you. You know that?" I nod. "Love you too. So much Harry. Forever." I tell him. I know Harry's heart is breaking seeing me like this. The boys haven't visited me as much as he has. I know that if I live, everything will be fine, but I have doubts. We sit there until I feel tired and Harry just holds my hand as I fall into a deep sleep, squeezing it one last time.
~Harry's Pov~
Louis's eyes fall closed and I kiss his forehead as I leave. "Forever." I'm walking down the hall and almost exit the front doors, when I hear shouting behind me. I turn around and see four nurses and a doctor rush down the hall. They're shouting incoherent things except for one sentence.
"A patient with stomach cancer is falling out. I don't know think there's much we can do for him." She says. Oh god...It can't be Louis, it's not Louis, please don't be Louis! I rush down the hall, panic clutching my chest. I whip out my phone fumbling with it as I dial Niall's number. He picks up on the second ring. "Hey mate, what's up?"
"Call the others and get over here NOW! I think Louis's falling out!"
"What?! What's going on?" He says immediately worried.
"I don't know. Just call the boys and get over here!" I say, hanging up and following the nurses. I pray to god it's just some other patient but it isn't...
The nurses and doctor go strait to Louis's room and I rush in after them. I stop walking, the sight too much to bear. There are doctors all around Louis, shouting and writing things down. And one is doing heart compressions. "No, no this isn't real!" I tell myself aloud, praying it isn't. Just then I hear four familiar voices in the hall outside the door.
"Harry! What happened? What's wrong?!" They ask me. I stare at Louis. The boys fall silent watching...as his heart monitor displays a line...and the bps (beats per minute) shows a zero. I only see bits and pieces after that. Louis's closed eyes. Doctors leaving the room. Sobbing behind me. Tears falling down my face. Niall holding Louis's lifeless hand in his. A frame sitting on the table, of Louis and I. The ring I gave Louis to announce our friendship, still on his finger. I get up from the chair I'm in, and go over to the bedside. I pick up Lou's pale, cold hand, slowly slide the ring off his finger, and slide it on mine.
I love you Louis. Forever. No matter what...
I'm so sorry for writing this sad story!! Please vote and comment what you thought. Thanks! Bye.