Recovery

5

"That was my first and final chemotherapy session," my mom huffs. I just roll my eyes "do you want to get better?" She rolled her eyes "yes."

We pulled up at the house and she stepped out of my range rover. I sighed and turned the key shutting off the ignition. I got myself out of the car and walked up to the house. I put my career off for this?

(Niall's POV)

It's been three weeks.

Three weeks since she left, three weeks since we've spoken.

Three weeks with out her smile, laugh, eyes, personality. Three weeks without her.

"We're going on tour soon, mate. You've got to get up and get moving," Zayn said. I nodded my head, but there wasn't any motivation behind it. "Come on, you did it to yourself," Harry cuts in. "You told her to prove it, even though you lost her trust. Now that she's gone and the deadline is almost over you're not aloud to be sad."

"She did confess her love to you, Lad," Liam says. "You don't know what she's thinking either, mate," Louis adds.

"She's thinking about her mother and how she can help her get through this. She doesn't have time to mope around," I replied. "Neither do you, you need to get your ass out of bed and get ready for tour," thanks Lou. Always one for comfort.. I got out of bed and grabbed a pair of plain black boxers and a pair of gray sweat pants.

I sat on the couch in our flat, my hair still wet from the shower I had minutes ago. The though that the key was under the mat to her old flat was tempting. Before I was thinking I was in front of her old flat with the key in my hand.

She had left so much stuff, her bed was still messy from her last night stay. I climbed into the bed and curled up under the sheets. Her smell still lingered in the air.

Is this what it has come to, is this what she's putting off for her mother?