Larry Stylinson's Cancer Battle

Chapter Four

(Louis's POV)

I went home that day. The lads all went to managements headquarters and told them the news.

I would of gone, but I was so tired and had the longest day. I deserve a bit of sleep.

It was just me and Harry. We were laying in bed, just like we were hours ago. Except, we had been struck with news that would change our lives forever.

Harry was being unusually quiet. That's not something I'd ever hear anyone say. Harry's always the one to break the silence with some stupid joke or something.

"Whatchya thinkin about, Haz?" I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed his knuckles lightly.

"You" he smiled sadly and laid his head down, shutting his eyes.

"Things are gonna get better, love. I promise." I sighed as I rubbed his back soothingly.

He only nodded and it went back to that god awful silence again.

"How are you so positive throughout this?" he suddenly asked.

I honestly didn't even know myself why I was in good spirits at the moment.

"If I wasn't, we'd probably be having a crying fest right now." I laughed.

"M'soo tired, boo." He mumbled sleepily. He looked like a little puppy.

"Get some rest. I'll be here when you wake." I kissed his cheek and laid back down.

"Love youuu" he slurred.

"Forever and always." I pulled the covers over our bodies.

"Forever and always." He returned and then he was out.

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A week later, I found myself once again in an uncomfortable hospital bed with countless needles sticking out of me.

I of course had my Hazza next to me, but he was asleep on the arm chair.

The rest of the lads were at an interview for BBC1, which I was really looking forward to, but I had to get my first round of chemo done instead.

Let me tell you, chemo is the worst thing ever. I'm gonna lose my hair and I've already lost my appetite for everything. Needless to say, most of my food has made a reappearance in the trash bin.

Another bad side of chemo, I can hardly even keep water in my system, let alone food.

I was currently holding the bin with my head buried in it, trying to fight through the nauseous feeling.

I failed, and found myself heaving up water and crackers. It was disgusting, but I was getting used to it, sadly.

"Oh, Lou." Harry had awoken and went into the bathroom to get a wet cloth which was placed on my neck a few seconds later.

"This.. This is the worst" I coughed.

"I know, boo. I know." He sighed and continuously rubbed circled into my hunched over form.

I placed the bin on the table and laid back down weakly.

"I feel so sick, I hate it." I sighed, really annoyed.

"I'm sorry. I wish it could be me in the hospital bed instead, love." He got into the bed with me and I instantly cuddled into his larger form.

"Hey, Lou?" I heard after a few moments where I was dozing off a little.

"Yeah, Haz?" I sat up a bit.

"Um, how do you think the fans are taking it? I mean, because yanno, the interview and stuff..." he lead on sadly.

I hadn't really thought about it all that much.

"What's gonna happen to One Direction. I mean, I could come out of this still sick. I may never get better and-"

"LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON!" I jumped at Harry's sudden outburst.

"You will get better. You have to, I can't, I- I can't live without you!" he sobbed into his hands.

God damnit, why do I always ruin everything?

"Haz, yanno what? I will get better. But only with your help, love. I need you. I can't do this alone." I moved his hands away from his blotchy face.

He looked at me and blinked away some tears.

"Forever and always boo." I leaned in for a kiss.

His tongue grazed over my bottom lip, but I pulled away quickly.

"Gross, Haz! Might I remind you I just puked a minute ago!" I laughed at the cute boy.

"Does it look like I care?" he laughed and went back in, this time I didn't pull away...