Larry Stylinson's Cancer Battle

Chapter Five

(Harry's POV)

Louis and I were sat in our bed, watching stupid romance movies.

Maybe he was watching it, but I definitely wasn't. I was more caught up in my own thoughts.

'what if he doesn't get better?' NO

No, he will get better. There's no doubt about it. But then again, there's always that slight possibility. I honestly have no clue how I would go on without him. He's more to me than just my other half. He's more like 2/3 of me- how cheesy that sounds, it's true.

"Why you cryin, Haz?" I guess I had let a few tears fall, because Louis had noticed them.

"Oh, just...this movie. It's fucking sad, man." I tried to laugh, but came out more of a choked sob.

Louis took my hand in his and starred at me with his bright blue eyes.

"Love, I'm smarter than you think, now what's wrong?" he questioned once again.

I only shook my head in response as I broke down in sobs for what seemed like the hundredth time this week.

"Shhh, it's fine, Haz." He wrapped his weak arms around my shaking body as he tried to provide a bit of comfort.

I let my sobs die down before I spoke up a few minutes later.

"Lou?" I croaked.

"Yeah, babe, you wanna tell me what's going on?" he soothed, still rubbing his hand up and down my back."

I'm such a wimp, I'm the one who should be comforting him right now. He's the sick one! not me...

"You can't leave me.. please, Lou, just... please don't go.." I hiccuped into his chest.

He stopped rubbing my back and placed his head on my shoulder.

"I'm trying real hard. Believe me, I'm trying." He sniffled.

Fuckk, now I made him cry. Nice going Harry.

"No, don't cry, love. We don't need two babies here." I laughed through the tears.

I felt him nod against my shoulder.

We stayed embraced in the hug for a few minutes longer before we decided to pull away and get under the covers. God, I forgot, it was one in the morning already.

"Yanno Haz, I'm gonna kick Cancer's ass." He smiled.

"I know you are." I sleepily responded before I let my eyes fall shut and let the darkness take over me.

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(Louis's POV)

I was still laying in bed with a sleeping Harry. It was already noon, but he hasn't been getting much sleep lately and I thought I'd just let him sleep in.

I had turned the TV on (putting it on mute) and had the news channel on.

How lovely, they were talking about my cancer. Very nice, indeed. Not.

I turned it off, not feeling the best anyways.

I was just really weak and a bit nauseous from the stupid chemo.

Shifting around a bit, trying to settle the ache in my abdomen, I froze upon seeing something I did NOT want to see.

No.

Nooooo no this can't be happening.

My hair.

Clumps of my hair laying on the pillow.

I couldn't help but scream.

Harry jumped up and froze just like I had upon seeing the sad sight.

"Oh, Lou." He sadly said as he got up and cradled me in his arms as I sobbed. I sobbed and sobbed and never felt like stopping.

"Why do I deserve this?" I screamed once again to no one in particular.

"You don't love. Life is cruel sometimes." He stated.

"Shave it." I flatly said

"What?" He was surprised by my response.

"Shave it. I'm just gonna be more sad the slower it comes out. Just shave it all."

He nodded sadly and took me to our shared bathroom.

I sat down on the closed toilet seat and he turned the electric razor on.

"Are you sure you want me-"

"Shave it!" I cut him off.

He went on and shaved my head. I was still crying. We were just all a mess.

"I'm done."

I got up, but sat right back down. I felt really dizzy. I steadied myself with my arms against the counter.

"You ok?" he asked as he kneeled down in front of me.

I nodded.

I took a few deep breaths until I felt a bit better.

"Just got dizzy. That's all." I panted, still short of breath.

He helped me up to the mirror and I starred at my new self.

Bald.

I couldn't take my eyes of the mirror.

"Can I burrow one of your beanies?" I asked him, but still never took my eyes away from the glass.

He pulled one out of the cabinet and fitted it on my head.

"That's better." I sadly said, finally taking my eyes away from the mirror.

I turned and faced Harry. He was trying to be so strong, but you could see all he was holding back.

"I love you, Haz." I kissed his lips.

"I love you, too, Lou. And I like this new look, especially with you wearin my beanie." He laughed.

That boy...