5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Calum Imagine

The smell of disinfectant was on every surface and every time you inhaled through your nose, it burnt your nostrils You was sat on a dull looking grey chair, the whole place looked lifeless apart from the people walking around that worked there, delivering bad news and helping keep the weak alive that short while longer. It was the second time this month you had to this place, neither being a memory you wanted to constantly think about yet you did anyway.

"Ms Y/L/N." Hearing your name, you look up from the clean floor and lock eyes with a doctor. His hair neatly combed back and his green eyes kind, making you feel at ease. "Would you like to come this way?" He gestures behind him into his office, you nod reluctantly, getting up from the chair which you had managed to make yourself somewhat comfortable in and walk into the office, him closing the door behind you for privacy reasons.

You sit yourself into the hard chair in front of his desk, whilst he places himself in the large, soft looking leather chair behind the desk. He busies himself for a few minutes, arranging and re-arranging papers on the desk and in his hands, making you anxious because he's clearly delaying what he needs to tell you.

"Doctor." You stop him, trying to put some false confidence into your words. "Can you please just tell me the results? I need to know, I have to get home and make my fiancé tea."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I know you don't need this, nobody needs this but you have stage 3 invasive Breast Cancer." Right then, those words cause your whole world to stop spinning. You have so many questions but don't know which one to ask first, with a dry throat you ask the first one that pops into your mind.

"What's stage 3 invasive mean?"

"Basically, it means the tumours are larger than 5cm and it can spread, it will spread, outside of the area the tumour is currently indicated." The remorse and sympathy in the doctors voice makes you feel pathetic, you don't want him to pity you even though he's practically telling you there's nothing you can do about it.

"I have cancer." You whisper to yourself, not quite believing what he is telling you. Well you can believe it, deep down inside you've known for a while but now that a professional is telling you, you're in denial and refuse to accept it. "But I'm so young?"

"Age is rarely a matter when it comes to cancer, Y/N. You're born with Cancerous cells and they develop over time, yours just developed quicker than most. Does Calum know yet?" You shake your head at him. You hadn't told Calum because you didn't want to worry him with something that might not even happy. "You know you have to tell him, right? In 2 or 3 months" You cut him off.

"2 or 3 months?" You rush your question out to him, you can't believe that he's basically told you that's how long you're going to have left on this planet. "Oh my god." You can't believe what he's telling, running your hands over your face it's like you can practically feel yourself weakening by the minute, your 2 or 3 months ticking by quicker than it should.

"You just need to stay calm, Y/N. We can look at giving you treatment however, it seems rather pointless due to the stage you're at, it won't be long, maybe a few weeks, when you're in stage 4 and there's basically no going back. It won't be helping you it will helping It." He explains to you, his words going in one of your ears and out of the other. You sit there dumbfounded throughout the rest of the appointment, whilst he explains the entire process to you. Not much longer and you're in your car, travelling your routine journey home to greet Calum and carry on with your day, not wanting to break the devastating news to him just yet.

"Hey babe." He gushes at you as soon as you walk through the door to the house you both share. He wraps his arms around you, making you feel warm and safe, as you try your hardest to keep from breaking down in front of him. He places a soft kiss to your temple as he pulls away smiling at you. "I've missed you." His deep brown eyes stare into yours, relaxing you slightly but also making you not want to break the eye contact with him, because it is a sight you're sure you will miss.

"Hey." You smile half-heartedly at him, something he picks up on straight away. He furrows his brow and gently pulls away from you, looking you over with those eyes you're going to miss. "What?" You question, hoping he won't think anything of it and will drop the topic before it's even started.

"You just seem," He waits a long pause before finishing his sentence, "different?" He ends it as a question to which you just shrug off, hoping he will go the typical guy way and guess you had a haircut.

"Well, nothing different here." You chuckle and brush it off, not ready to have this conversation.

"Oh, right well. Shall we do tea? I'm starving." He laughs, dropping the topic and drags you behind him to the kitchen. Leaving behind your permanent problem, temporarily.