Larry Stylinson's Cancer Battle

Chapter Six

(Louis's POV)

The lads were all coming over today. Harry and I hadn't seen them in a week now because of the constant interviews they had to do and the chemo I had been doing.

Right now, I was doing chemo from home. Harry wanted me to be more comfortable and I didn't like the environment of the hospital.

I was laying on our living room couch, sick bucket on the table next to me, and the chemo bag on the pole behind me. I looked disgusting.

"How ya doing, Lou?" Harry asked as he walked into the living room. He sat me up as he took a seat and then replaced my head onto his lap.

"M'really nauseous still." My hoarse voice spoke through my chapped lips.

The doorbell rang before he could answer.

"Come in!" he yelled.

Liam came strolling in and took a seat across from us.

"Hey mate, Zayn and Niall had to do another fucking interview, but I got out of it. Told em I had a doctors appointment." He laughed.

"Management's going a bit overboard with this interview stuff." Harry said as he played with the beanie on my bald head.

"You're tellin me..." Liam muttered.

My stomach churned and I sat up, reaching for the sick bin.

Harry brought the bucket to my chin and I buried my head in it, waiting for the sickness to come.

"Shhh, deep breaths, Lou." He soothed as he rubbed my back.

Liam got up and went into the kitchen.
I dunno why, but I wasn't really concerned about that at the moment.

The nausea had gone away, and I lifted my head out of the bucket. I was honesty just glad I hadn't gotten sick. It's the worst feeling ever.

"You ok?" Harry asked, still rubbing my back.

"Thought I would be sick." I whispered.

He took the bucket away from my hands and put It back on the table.

"Sorry about that..." I muttered, kinda embarrassed.

"Love, there's nothing to be sorry for. I'm glad you didn't get sick." He kissed my cheek.

I merely nodded and looked down at the wool blanket that was covering my pale, sickly legs.

"Here, Lou." Liam reappeared with a cup of tea.

"Thanks." I croaked as I took a sip of it.

I placed the cup on the table and snuggled back into Harry's warm body.

"What all's happening right now in the one direction world?" harry spoke.

"Well, the fans are pretty distraught about the whole cancer thing. And we've set back the tour dates. Fans are mad about that..." Liam said.

Who would blame them for being mad?

"I'm sorry." I spoke up.

"Louis, nothing is your fault. We just wanna get you better, yeah?" liam said as he shot me a reassuring smile.

I nodded.

"How are Niall and Zayn? They haven't really talked to me lately." I found myself ask.

Harry shifted in his seat, but tightened his grip around my waist.

"They're uh, well... they're taking it pretty hard." He said sadly.

"Like how?" I asked again.

Liam blew out a shaky breath.

"Liam.." Harry said while shaking his head no. More like he was warning him or something.

"No, Liam tell me." I said annoyed.

I heard him gulp loudly before he spoke again.

"Niall's stopped eating. I've been trying to get him to eat even crackers, but he's just so depressed and it's heartbreaking..." Liam said, looking at the ground.

Fucking great.

"What about Zayn?"

"He started smoking again..."

Because of me. I ruin everything.

"God dammit!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the house.

"But I'm helping them!" liam said fastly.

"How?" harry spoke up after being quiet for so long.

"I've uh, I've kinda gotten them help... like a therapist. They're not happy about it, but they're getting help." He said.

"God bless you, liam. Come here." I held my arms out for a hug.

He wasted no time getting up and taking my hug.

"Liam?" Harry asked

"Yeah mate?"

"We know about Zayn and Niall, but what about you?" Harry asked with a serious tone.

"Mate, what are you talking about? I'm fine." Liam questioned.

But as I studied Liam's appearance, I noticed something.

"Liam..." I said slowly.

"What? I don't know what you guys are going on about." He rushed and you could see the sweat beading on his forehead.

"Let me see your arm." I said, reaching my hand out.

Before he could respond, Harry snatched his arm from him and pulled his sleeve up.

Red lines.

Bloody line ran up and down his arms.

I couldn't even process any words.

"You- you cut yourself?" I heard harry ask softly.

Liam had tears running down his face as he nodded his head, feeling ashamed.

"Why?" I asked?

He only shook his head and let out a sob.

Harry let go of me and he got up, wrapping Liam in a tight hug.

"I'm supposed to be the strong one." Liam hiccuped into Harry's chest.

"Being strong doesn't mean you can't have feelings, Liam." Harry whispered.

He only nodded in response.

"Liam, you need help." I found myself say as he turned and looked at me.

"I know. I will. I'll go with Zayn and Niall." He said.

"I'm gonna make some dinner. Liam, you're staying the night, got it?" harry demanded.

"I got it. Let me help you."

And then they both walked into the kitchen.

Fuckk. I've caused my mates so much stress. Why am I even here?