My Reason to Live. - One Direction Fanfic.

"It's past your bed time leprechaun, so shut it."

Aloha mes amigos ;) haha, I THINK that's Spanish for "Hello my friends" ...I  think ;)

How are you all?
This chapter has a surprise kind of ending ;) hehehe.

I hope you like it, now RIGHT NOW, I want you to think about who's team you're on.

TEAM HARRY.

                             or

TEAM SAM. (No, I haven't forgotten about him;p)

                             or

TEAM LOUIS.

I hope you enjoy the SXC gif of Zayn Malik at the side ;p Haha, he's saying "VAS HAPPENIN?"

ALSO, the song for this chapter is WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL. Yes. You did read correctly....your favourite song is the theme for this chapter...I'll tell you when to play it :)

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LOVE YOU ALL<3!

Becca .x

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She looks better, I guess. She’s still tiny, skinny, pale, grey. She’s still so ill.

I shouldn’t have frozen that day on the cliff, I should have held her, hugged her, told her it would be fine. I shouldn’t have pushed her over the edge to the point where she told me in anger.

What I don’t understand is the fact she never told me. She never let me know how serious the cancer is - how lethal it is- and now it may be too late to stop. I just wish I knew. I just wish I could turn back time. I just wish I hadn’t pushed so hard, to the point where she didn’t want to tell me. I wish I was there for her like Louis was.

                                                                                                                                                               

“Hi,” I smile, waving at her from the door frame.

She smiles softly, nervously and I feel bad. I feel bad for not being the perfect guy for her. For not being there when she needed it. For not being good enough for her.

“Hey,” she finally replies, her voice soft and delicate, like her petite figure.

“Look, can I talk to you?” I ask quietly as I sit down at the bottom of the hospital bed.

She nods thoughtfully.

“I’m really sorry for being such a dick. Like seriously, I should’ve been there from you, not stayed away from you. I’m so sorry for not being the perfect guy. I'm sorry for not being there for you when you need it. I'm sorry for coming on too strong. I'm sorry for not being good enough. I'm sorry for being so horrible to you and fighting with you and not talking to you for the past week. I'm sorry I'm not perfect.” I begin, “the doctors say you’re improving, so if you just give me the chance, I can prove to you that I am the one for you. That I’ll always be there to love and hold you. I  may not always show it, but I love you so much Callie, words can’t explain.”