Diana [A Niall Horan Love Story]

Chapter Twenty-Three

Niall's POV

I'm at the studio right now, waiting for the rest of them to arrive. Apparently, only me and Harry are here and it's been fifteen minutes, no one has said a word to each other. Should I ask him how Diana is? I stayed quiet and look through the lyrics of Happily once again till the others barged into the room, laughing except for Zayn, he looked rather quiet than usual. What's with him?

"So shall we start?" Liam asks and all of us nodded. Zayn still looked very low. Maybe he had a fight with Perrie, I should ask him what's wrong later. We all walked into the sound proof room. Harry started the song as Zayn continued later.

"Yeah, we're on fire, we're on on fire, We're on fire now" Zayn sings as he looks at me with teary eyes. Is he tearing up? After Zayn, Louis and Harry sang as it came back to Liam's solo

"It's 4am, and I know that you're with him.. I wonder if he knows that I touched your skin" he sings, frowning, probably thinking about Danielle. Then it was Louis' turn till I got ready for mine and Liam's duet.

"'Cause we're on fi—"

"Uh, Niall?" Louis cuts me off and I look at him, signaling 'what?' "Are you okay?" he asks and I nod. The others look at me like I'm an alien or something and I shrug to myself.

"Niall, your voice sounds.. weird?" Liam says, questionably. I hope my voice hasn't changed due to the cancer and constantly throwing up. "Never mind, lets try again"

"'Cause we're on fire, we're on on fire, we're on fire n—" me and Liam sing till someone from the group lowers the tune. What the fuck?

"Niall, your voice is weird! Does your throat hurt? What's wrong? You look ill now a days!" he asks, getting suspicious about my health and I look down. Shit. What do I say?

"What? I'm fine! I'm just having a little sore throat. You guys carry on without me" I dismiss as I place the headphones on the rack and walk out. Great, now this shit has even ruined my voice. As I was about to walk to my car, I hear footsteps behind me and I silently prayed its no one from the boys.

"Hold up!" Zayn calls from behind and I mentally face palm. Shit, now he'll ask me millions and millions of questions which I honestly have no answers for. Even if I do, I wouldn't tell. "We need to talk"

"I have no time, I have to go and meet some friends, we'll talk later" I say and was about to turn and walk away till he held my arm, aggressively. The fuck?

"Harry told me everything" he starts off and I look at him, silently pleading him to not tell anyone, especially Diana. "I want you to tell me everything yourself" We sat at the nearby bench. "Now"

"Please don't tell anyone" I choke out as tears pricked my eyes. I shouldn't be crying and in front of Zayn? Never. I know he has seen me cry many times but this is not the right time with the lads just a couple of doors away. I started telling him in description from a few months till now. About me, Diana and my health. Even if I tell everyone, there's nothing we can do. Its late. Too late. "And now—"

"Y'all broke up" he speaks with tears in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?!" He breaks the silence and yells. "Niall there's something we can do. It's not too late, it's never late to recover" he says as he kneels down in front of me. "Please don't cry"

"You're crying too" I argue and wipe his wet cheeks. "There's honestly nothing we can do, Zayn. Nothing" I confirm and stand up. I feel him standing behind me and he holds onto my shoulders

"There's no harm in trying!" his eyes tells me that there's hope. Should we try? Then it hit me.. my life is long gone. Diana has left, my life has left and I don't think I can live without her even if I recover.