Love is A Six Letter Word

2. Telling them.

I have seven brothers. Yep, I am one of eight children.

So, telling seven, highly protective brothers that you have cancer, undeniably, is not easy.

My dad called all of them around the living room for a 'family meeting'. Which is bullshit, this isn't a family meeting - family meetings are for sorting out the washing up rota or to find out who's been hoarding all of the towels in their bedroom. No, family meetings are not a place to discuss cancer.

Leonardo Junior is the oldest, and the most protective.

Luciano and Adriano are twins, it took Adriano three hours to arrive after Luciano's début.

Dante is the tallest, at six foot seven inches - I have no idea where he gets it from

Rocco is a primadonna, he spends more time on his quiff than actually breathing.

Bettino is a single dad, his girlfriend, Louisa, left him with baby Alonzo when Ally was three hours old.

Carlo Luis is the youngest boy, he's three years older than me, making him twenty, almost twenty one.

When my dad told them, Rocco was the first to speak. ''That's not funny dad.'' He said, as if dad was joking. He's not joking.

''I'm not joking son.'' My dad whispered, I've never heard my dad whisper. If you're from an Italian family, you'll know that nobody whispers. Nobody.

''But she's seventeen.'' Dante speaks up. Sorry Dants, cancer doesn't come with an age limit, it's not like alcohol or fairground rides.

''I know. I know.'' My dad sighs, rubbing his knee.

''What are we going to do dad?'' Bettino asks, feeding Alonzo his bottle.

''She'll start chemotherapy when the bone marrow samples come back, unless there's some factor in the marrow which means she'll either have radiotherapy or a marrow transplant.'' He says.

''Which will mean, you will all have to be tested, to see if you're a match for the marrow transplant.'' He speaks sternly. Commanding them, not asking them.

I get up and leave, before the chaos, before the madness.

I walk up our large flight of stairs, and into my bedroom. Locking the door behind me.

I need to tell Liam.

Liam is my boyfriend. You probably know him, Liam Payne, one fifth of the worlds biggest boy band.

You're probably asking yourself, how did you get into a relationship with an A List celebrity? Well, before Liam was famous, he went to my high school, and he was my bullying mentor, I was a year nine, and he was a year ten. We quickly became friends, we were both bullied and lonely, I was thirteen and he was fifteen when we started seeing each other, I know, we were very young.

When he auditioned for The X Factor, I had only just turned fifteen, where he was seventeen. So he ended it with me, well not really. We kept in contact, he told me once I was sixteen, we could be together, not wanting to tarnish his newly found fame. Which I understood perfectly.

So, after a year apart, Liam was once again, finally mine. It's been almost two years since then, and I wouldn't change him for the world.

Liam is at the peak of his career, and he'll just continue to succeed from here on out, and I don't want to drag him down.

But I don't want to be without him either, I can't be without him, I love him, with every fibre of my being.

This would destroy him, well and truly. But he has to know. He just has to.

I'm sorry Li.

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