Niall Imagines

Cancer Imagine for Melissa

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you all so much for being patient. I love all of the support I have been getting. So I've been working on this story for a while and it was requested by @melissa_barone a while ago.

Since it has been so long, I made this post quite longer than the others I usually post just as a thank you.  I'm just warning you... this one is really sad.  I had a hard time writing it, so it may not be super great, but here it is.

Please keep reading and share this with other Directioners or other fans if you enjoy! You can follow me and vote on the chapters as well.

Thanks again!

~Allie

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Five years, six months, and ten days have gone by since I have been diagnosed. I have already lived longer than what they predicted. I am a fighter, they say. How can I be a fighter if I think about giving up every day as exhaustion floods my body? Maybe I was a fighter, but not anymore.

I'm tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of getting my hopes up only to get them crushed by another doctor telling me I may only have a few weeks left. However, today they tell me different. They tell me that this is my last week.

My body is not responding to treatment anymore. The doctors say that they will do whatever they can to keep me alive longer, but there's nothing that they can really do. My body is more tired than it ever has been before. They're telling me to say my final goodbyes. I don't want to give up or say goodbye, I just want the pain to be gone. There is so much left that I want to do, but I know that I cannot take it anymore.

I talked to my family and my boyfriend, Niall, about it. After a lot of thinking, we all decided that it would be best if I stop treatment and do all of the things I want to do. Niall said that he will take me to all of the places I've ever wanted to visit. If I am going to leave this earth, I may as well leave happily.

We took a day to talk about all of the things I want to do and where I want to go. Flying in an airplane will just hurt my body more, so I decided it would be best to stay in the area, but that's okay because I get to spend time with the people I love.

Today my mom, brother, dad, Niall, and I are going to go to the carnival. I am not huge on fast rides, but I love fair food. Fair food and games are the best, and what is a better way to spend the day than eating my favorite foods with my favorite people?

First up is a corndog. I love corndogs! My mom and I sit at picnic tables in the shade while the guys go to grab us some food. The two of us haven't spent some alone time together in a while and it is nice to laugh and talk with my mom. For a moment, I forget I am this cancer girl and feel like a normal person. Nobody is staring at my pale face or tired eyes, everybody is preoccupied with their own lives. I just smile and enjoy the day.

We don't stay out too late seeing as it is hard to move much. I spent the day mostly walking slow and then sitting after a few moments. As I get home, I quickly go to lay on my bed for the first time in months. I have been in the hospital for so long, I almost forgot what a comfortable bed feels like. Niall follows me in my room close behind to make sure I make it safely and don't fall on the ground.

I lay on my bed and smile. Niall joins me on the bed and props himself up on his elbow. We lay there looking into each other's eyes and I realize just how much I love him. He not only is my boyfriend but my best friend. He stuck with me through these past years in and out of the hospital. Niall spent every moment he could with me and never left my side.

As I lay there, my eyes start to close and I cannot keep them open. I start to wheeze and slowly sit up to catch my breath, but I can't. Panic quickly overtakes my body and my lungs can't keep up. Niall puts his hand on my back nervously and rubs up and down, trying to soothe me, but it doesn't work. He grabs the mask attached to my oxygen tank and straps it over my head.