The Fault In Our Haz (*warning* will make you cry)

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A/N: If you cry easily or have lost someone to cancer, don't read this because I cried. I lost my aunt, I cried during TFIOS and now I'm crying :'(

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Niall's P.O.V.

I woke up hearing Liam's screams about us needing to wake up. I chuckled to myself. He'll never get us all awake. I got up out of the nice, warm guest bed in Paul's flat and got dressed.

"Liam stop shouting", I yelled and then laughed to myself, "It's never gonna work!"

I pulled my pants on and then got my socks and shoes on.

"Well can you at least help me Nialler", he called.

I sighed and went into Lou's room. I threw one of my shoes at him and he groaned.

"Wake up swag masta", I jumped on his bed and then laughed, "Swag masta from Doncasta."

He rubbed his eyes as I continued to jump on his bed.

"Ow bloody hell Niall, that was my leg", he yelped.

I laughed and ran out of his room and into Zayn's. Go a little easier, you know he has asthma when he first wakes up. We realized this when we played a prank on him during X Factor. We woke him up and he was wheezing and coughing. It scared the mess out of us and we are really careful with him now. I shook Zayn.

He immediately sat up and started wheezing and coughing these breathy coughs that I've come to know.

"Where's you inhaler", I asked.

He shook his head as he struggled to breathe. Shit he misplaced it. I searched through his bag and eventually I had found it. He was coughing even more now.

I placed it in his mouth, "Ok Zay take big breaths."

He did so and then he was breathing fine. I skipped over to Harry's room, but stopped when I saw Harry.

"Harry", I asked.

I went over to his bed to see a trash can with vomit in it and Harry sweating like crazy.

"Harry", I yelled and shook him in fear.

I sobbed when I didn't get a response and turned him over to face me. He had blood on his face and he sat up, throwing up immediately. He sobbed and I realized he wasn't only throwing up bile, there was red stuff in it. Is that blood? I sobbed and I took off running the other way. I bumped my head on something.

"Ow Niall", I heard Liam yelp angrily, "Watch where your going mate."

He looked at me, "Niall what's wrong?"

I sobbed and coughed, "Harry! It's Harry Liam you gotta help!"

He took my wrist and practically dragged me back into Harry's room. Harry was still throwing up and Liam started crying. It started coming out of his nose with even more blood.

"Oh god Paul", Liam shouted, "We have to get Harry to hospital!"

Liam scooped Harry up and I followed him out of the room. Harry was throwing up all over Liam and he struggled to breathe. I noticed some yellow stuff mixed with the vomit and blood and I got so scared.

"Paul call an ambulance", Liam shouted and put Harry on the couch.

Vomit, blood, and yellow stuff poured from Harry's mouth as he coughed. Snot started running out of his nose as he sobbed. Paul rushed in and once he saw, his face dropped. He quickly took his phone out and called an ambulance.

"Niall", Harry looked at me, "What's h-happening?"

I didn't answer him, I just kept crying. Paul came over to us.

"Niall please stay", Paul told me.

Liam's P.O.V.

And now I knew it was life threatening, the only other time we told Niall to stay here was when I was dehydrated to the point that if I hadn't gotten water sooner, I would have died. I took Paul in the kitchen. Now Paul was crying and he never cried. He sobbed and threw his head down, making me cry harder.

"Liam I think Harry has cancer", he sobbed into his hands, "He's gonna die, he's gonna d-die."

I shook my head, not wanting to hear it. I want to take his place. This is not happening, please it's not happening. I heard sirens and I ran into the other room where the paramedics had shock paddles. I cried for Harry, desperately. The other boys were all crying and I knew we all looked a wreck.

"I'm sorry", I heard a medic mumble.

He's gone? Why, what did he do to fucking deserve this shit? I went back in the kitchen with Paul and he was sobbing terribly. I was pissed, so pissed and I was sobbing so much my head hurt.

"Paul", I sobbed.

"Don't say it Laim", Paul sobbed.

I fell on the floor and started crying. Why did you take him? Why?

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