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Chapter 19 - Inspiration

Chapter 19-

A week passed, as I thought things had now died down with the whole newspaper thing accusing me of using Harry. Sure for a few days after things had been crazy and I'd received a lot of hate mail, even though I had some of Harry's fans supporting me it was the hate that stuck in your mind and made you feel like complete rubbish.

I'd managed to meet Harry and the rest of the boys numerous times secretly to either go out in our disguises and just do normal teenager stuff like going to the cinema, shopping or ice skating -which was hilarious, none of the boys apart from Zayn and Liam had managed to let go of the sides and skate a complete circle, there had been many times where they fallen over and dragged me down too, although it was so much fun so I couldn't complain - I'd also spent time with them in the complex dotting from each of their rooms whenever we got bored. Overall it had been a good week apart from the odd occasion where I'd felt horrible and even thrown up a few times.

I was due to go to the hospital later today for a second round of chemotherapy, I had one more lot after this and then hopefully the tumour would have shrunk enough for the surgeons to operate and remove it. I still felt sick to the stomach at the thought of having surgery but I knew I'd have the support and help from everyone around me to get me through it.

Things this time would probably be worse, because the boys had to leave early this morning to go to Ireland to promote a few things and perform a concert to their fans, so I wouldn't be able to have them there as support and Harry to lean on if I felt things felt a bit rough. Although Gemma - Harry's sister - Danielle and Eleanor had insisted on coming with me and my mum, so my support was still there. It sucked that I even had to go in the first place, but having the tumour had given me the opportunity to see who was really there for me see who stuck by my side when things were going wrong, it had made me see that my friends weren't the people at school, but the people that had come in my life recently and made me open my eyes, like Harry; he's made me see that people's judgements of you can only make you stronger and want to prove them wrong.

"Daisy we need to go" my mum said knocking me out of my thoughts as I was sat on my usual spot on the sofa. I sighed and the butterflies immediately sprang to life in my stomach, I was dreading it. I think it was because I knew what was coming that made it seem like hell. The injection, the pain, the suffering, but I know there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel, I just have to find it and wait, then hopefully I will be free from this horrible experience.

"Coming mum" I said standing up and picking my phone up from the table before grabbing my coat off the hook and walking to the car where my mum was already waiting. Eleanor, Gemma and Danielle had said they would meet me at the hospital separately; it would cause a stir if Louis' girlfriend, Liam's girlfriend and Harry's sister all turned up with me when things with Harry were supposed to be off.

"Let's get this over with then" said my mum backing the car out through the gates and onto the main road. I looked out the window and watched the distance closing in to the hospital. The ride there was pretty short and silent apart from the odd comment my mum made; I didn't feel like talking at that moment in time. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out just as my mum was pulling up into a parking space.

Harry: 'Hope it goes well, sorry we couldn't be there but I hope the girls keep you in good spirits. I'll be thinking about you and just call me if you need me. Keep smiling that gorgeous smile Harry x' I read it and a small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth threatening to escape, I hopped out the car and for some reason things didn't seem as bad as before.

"Let's get this done shall we?" my mum said when we walking into the entrance and I was hit again by the smell that haunted me. Walking over to reception without the boys gave me opportunity to look around properly, we were in the children's unit as Dr Holt thought it would be the best place for me even though I wasn't really a child, I saw kids around me looking like ghosts, it was horrible. A little girl was playing with a Barbie doll on her own like a normal child; the only sign that was different was her pale face and loss of hair, it made me realize that there were a lot of people here worse off than me.