What If: A Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 25 What If

Ch. 25

I pulled my eyelids open to find myself in the middle of a white cot again. I looked around. This was the same room I was in for my MRI. Niall sat on the chair next to the door, his hands ran through his hair. The sleeve of his grey sweatshirt was stained in tears. “Nialler?” I asked. My voice sounded really shaky and tired. His head shot up. “Olivia?” he whispered. “Hi, you mofo,” I teased as I shot him a smile. He moved his chair right next to my cot. “How long have I been in here? What happened?” 

“Well, you passed out at the beach. You’ve been here for about 4 hours so far. Your normal doctor told us everything. Why didn’t you tell us?” I could tell he was annoyed. His eyes were bloodshot. He rubbed his cold thumb back and forth on my cheek. 

“What?”

“The cancer,” his voice cracked and a tear slowly rolled down his right cheek. 

“Niall,” I whispered, “I found out two days ago that I could have liver cancer. They did an MRI on me yesterday. I didn’t want to get anyone worried. You know how much I hate seeing people upset and worried, especially about me,” I gripped his hand tighter. “I’ll be ok, I promise.”

“The doctor said they got your results back. He didn’t tell me anything else.” He broke our eye contact and stared down at the blue tiled floor.

“Please, Niall. I’m ok. I’m still going to be here with you. Your my prince charming.”

He bent down and pressed his lips against my forehead. 

“I’m never leaving you.”

He held out his pinkie. “Promise.”

I wrapped my pinkie around his. “Forever,” I smiled. 

“Now, I’m not letting go,” he teased as he used his other hand to tickle me. I started to crack up. “Niall, Niall, NIALL! I’m ticklish!” I laughed.

Suddenly, my doctor abruptly and coldly called my name. He viciously knocked on the door. 

“Come in,” I said, confused on what was happening. 

“Ok, good your up. I need to tell you this now, and I’m gonna be straight forward. As you know, we got your tests back. You have the liver cancer.” Niall’s pinkie tightened around mine. My doctor’s face began to grow softer. “Your survival rate; it’s not good. You, well, you have, not many days.”

“WHAT?” Niall shouted. My mouth hung open. I was thinking the same thing.

“We caught it too late. I’m so sorry,” he said as he walked out the door. 

“My potato,” Niall said looking back into my eyes. He then shot up out of the chair. “No, No, No, No, No, this isn’t happening.” He paced back and forth.

My jaw wouldn’t close. “Olivia?”

My eyes started to burn. I tried to blink back the tears, but it didn’t work. 

“It’s ok,” Niall said coming back over to me. “You’ll make it through this. I swear. It’ll be ok.”

For the rest of that night, I laid down on Niall’s chest, none of us saying a word. He was stroking my hair as I drifted in and out of sleep. He was watching soccer on TV. My eyelids felt heavier and heavier with each passing second. “Night Niall,” I softly muttered. “Love you.” 

“Love you princess.”