What If: A Niall Horan Fanfic

What If Chapter 20

Ch. 20

I was sitting on the blue chairs in the waiting room when the boys came in. 

“Hey man, look, she’s gonna be ok.” Zayn said, probably seeing that I was beyond nervous.

My eyes started to sting and Liam pulled me into a hug. My tears stained his black sweatshirt. I breathed in heavily.

“What if it spreads. Its in her blood!”

Louis held squeezed the back of my neck playfully and patted my back.

“Maybe it won’t. She doesn’t seem that worried..” Liam said. “She’ll be ok.”

“No, cause if it spreads it can go to her major organs...” I trailed off and looked down at the photo strips we took together that were laying lifelessly on my lap. I continued, “I can’t- I can’t live without her. She, she’s my one and only, my best friend. I can’t.”

She’s been in that procedure for over 2 hours now. Her mom went to get us food and to get Olivia Starbucks for when she wakes up. It’s like I’m craving to see her smile again. I needed to know she’ll be ok from the doctor. But, at least the boys were here for me. My foot kept swinging into the cool, metal bottom legs of the chair, making a clicking noise. 

“Boys, she should be waking up any minute now, if you wanna-”

I left the doctor there, and ran as quickly I could to her room. I heard Harry ask the doctor if she’s ok and he replied with a “Yeah, but she might be in some pain for a few days, but there shouldn’t be any cancer in her. We’ll get some blood work done in a month or so.”

I slowly creaked the door open and peeked inside. I stood over her and planted a soft kiss on her lips. I remained bent over her face for a while. Sleeping Beauty moment! I thought to myself. Slowly, her eyes lifted up to reveal her tired yet still perfect eyes. Butterflies pilled into my gut. 

“Hello love!” I smiled. 

Olivia’s POV

I finally could open my eyes. It took a while, but I could still do it. They still felt heavy. When they opened at first, a huge blob was an inch away from my face. The picture cleared up and I realized it was Niall. He stayed with me, like he promised. A smile slowly appeared on his face. 

“Morning love,” he said his cute Irish accent showing. 

He threw his arms around my waist and pulled himself in. I rested my head on his shoulder. 

“You ok?”

“Yea, just a little sore.”

“Your safe, your cancer free now.” He smiled. 

“Now, your gonna needa  stay the night here so,” he got in the little cot. 

“I hope you don’t mind.” I laughed. It hurt when I did. 

“Thanks for caring,” I told him and playfully punched his arm. 

He leaned over and kissed me. “You shoulda seen it,” he whispered, “You have a load of get well cards. Apparently our girls found out about this. But just that you were getting a surgery. Someone made a scrapbook of us.” 

“Really? There’s that many pictures of us?”

“Yea, Queen Horan! And, you woke up after I kissed you! So, it’s like sleeping beauty! Who has two thumbs and told you that you were a princess!” He laughed with me as his hand moved in different directions along my waist. It felt better now. I just hope it stays this way.