Larry Stylinson's Cancer Battle

Chapter One

(Louis POV)

Life is going fantastic. I mean honestly, could it get any better?

No, no I don't even want anything more. I have everything I need.

I've been graced with a wonderful man in my life, been placed in one of the top British boy bands in the world, I mean, I'm just so lucky to stand where I am today.

Harry was stirring next to me in bed, looking fucking hot with his bed hair as I might add.

"Mmm lou?" he slurred out reaching for me.

"M'right hear love." I cuddled him into my chest, enjoying the warmth radiating off his body.

I looked across me to the bedside table where my alarm clock presented the numbers '4:53am'. Fuckk, we have work in 3 hours and I haven't even slept yet.

"What are you doing up" harry rasped out, still half asleep.

Why was I up? hmm
Oh yeah. My dumb stomach was turning.

That's how its been lately. I've been having these stomach aches that just won't go away.

It's not like a "sick" feeling. It's more of a sharp pain, like when you go running for a long time. Something like that.

I haven't really told anyone, other than Harry. I just don't feel it's necessary. I also don't like to bother people with my stupid needs. I don't wanna cause attention and what not. Plus, it's not even that bad to be honest.

"Louis" I was caught out of my thoughts again, forgetting to answer Hazza's question.

"Just not feeling my best right now" I answered, closing my eyes and leaning back against our fluffy pillow.

"Again? Why didn't you say anything, love?" he sat up straight with worry written all over his face.

This is exactly what I hate. People worrying over me. I don't want people looking after me, I like looking after others.

"It's not even that bad..." I grunted out as another pain shot through my abdomen.

"Oh my god, Lou. You're burning." He shouted as he felt my forehead with his palm.

"Just calm down, I'm fine. Promise." I breathed out as the pain disappeared yet again.

That's what would happen every time. The pain would come, and my god it came strong, but then it would just leave. It would come back of course, but it would only last for a few minutes.

"Yeah right. Lou, you need a doctor. This has been going on for a week. You told me you were getting better." He starred at me sadly.

"Love, I'm already feeling better."

Lies.

"I just need some rest. I promise." I kissed his cheek weakly and threw myself back down, wanting nothing more but sleep.

"Alright, are you gonna be good for the interviews? They're in..." He paused and glanced at the clock.

"Shit, 2 hours. God, Lou, you're not gonna be able to go." He grunted.

"I'll be fine, Haz. Can we please just sleep." I pleaded. I don't want to discuss this anymore. It's just making me feel even more sick.

"Alright. Yeah, let's just sleep. I love you..."

"Forever and always." I whimpered. And then I drifted off.