Dangerous | l.s.

XVII

The boys got home in the early hours of the morning, long after both Kathryn and Harry had gone to bed. Louis was quite restless so as the other boys headed up to bed, Louis went to the kitchen and fixed himself some tea.

Just as Louis started to settle in he heard a horrible retching sound. From that moment forward, everything felt like it was in slow motion. He dropped his mug of tea, not even caring about it shattering all over the floor and worriedly ran towards the sound.

When he reached the sound he was met with his uncle leaning over the sink, blood everywhere. He didn't look hurt? Where was the blood coming from?

Suddenly the retching came again and Louis watched as his uncle, oblivious to his presence, coughed more blood into the sink. William looked up and made eye contact with his nephew. Louis was never one to be shaken but when William looked into his normally bright blue eyes, he saw them clouded with fear.

"What-what's wrong?" Louis choked out, this couldn't be happening to him again. Could it?

"Louis, I think you should sit down," William said, throat rough from all of his coughing. Louis was practically shaking as moved to sit down on the lid of the toilet, eyes never leaving the blood covered sink. "I've been needing to tell you for awhile Lou, I just I couldn't bring myself to," William started and saw his beloved nephews eyes filling with tears. It's been 3 years since he's seen him cry. "I've been diagnosed with can-"

"Don't say it," Louis said. His voice trembled as tears threatened to pour from his eyes. "No, not you. You can't leave me too," he said. Tears now steadily streaming down his cheeks.

"Louis, I wanted to tell you but there's nothing we can do. The doctors found the lung cancer too late, they've given me a few months," William said looking sadly at the floor.

"No, no, there has to be a way," Louis said, now full on sobbing. Memories of sitting in this exact situation with his mother years ago flooded back to him. He broke down completely. "I only have you and Aunt K now, you can't leave me please," Louis sobbed.

"Oh Louis," William said and quickly pulled his nephew into a hug. "I'll always love you, you know that. Whether I'm here with you or not. And your mother loves you so much too. You have your siblings Lou, your friends. You're going to be okay," he said and continued to hold his crying nephew.

"I need a minute," Louis choked out and pushed away. He can't believe he had been so weak in front of his uncle. He should be strong for him, he's the one truly suffering.

The crying boy ran up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door.

In the midst of his breakdown, Louis completely forgot that across the hallway was Harry. Who happened to be a very light sleeper.

Harry had woken up at the first sounds of Louis sobs. At first he thought it was part of his dream but was full pulled awake when he heard the slamming of the door. He sat in bed as he heard the always brave boy, now crying in his own bed.

He listened as Louis repeated the same 'no no no' over and over again to himself. He didn't know what Louis was so upset about but he figured it must be bad to make him like this.

Harry so badly wanted to throw open his door and hold Louis and comfort him just like he had done himself. Yet, some part of Harry told him that, that wouldn't be the best idea.

Back in Louis room, he struggled to muffle his cries and get control of himself. This couldn't be real. He had to be dreaming.

He couldn't imagine losing someone to the painful disease that was cancer, again.

Suddenly his thoughts were pulled to his siblings. He would get phone calls from them every month giving him updates and saying how much they missed him. It was so hard to be around them. One, because all of his sisters resembled their mother so much and two, because he loved them more than anything in the world and couldn't let them get hurt.

How would they feel if they saw Louis like this? Their strong older brother, a sobbing mess on the floor. He had to get control of himself and be strong.

If his uncle really was this ill, Louis would have to actually take over in a few months time and he couldn't be running the world's most dangerous mafia while crying on the floor.

He pulled himself together just enough to go and sit on his bed. Some tears still slowly spilled out of his eyes, but Louis had cried more than his body would allow. Eventually Louis fell into a restless sleep, but he was sleeping, nonetheless.

Unfortunately, Harry wasn't the only one who had woken up to Louis' sudden outburst of tears and door slamming. Zayn also was awoken. He could hear everything, his bedroom was right next to Louis'. Yet, he didn't think it was him at first.

So, Zayn crawled out of bed and walked across the hallway to check on Harry. He assumed that it was the boy crying because, hell no one had seen Louis cry in so long, they assumed it was impossible. After three soft taps on his door it swung open to a shaken but not crying Harry.

"Is everything okay Zayn?" Harry asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Did Louis get hurt?"

"Louis? Why would Louis be hurt? Are you okay? Wasn't that you just crying?" Zayn asked, sounding very confused. He was sure the crying had come from Harry. But the boy shook his head and pointed across the hallway to Louis' door.

"Something happened, I'm not sure what. But Louis' was crying for almost an hour," Harry said quietly.

"That was Lou crying?" Zayn asked as his eyes went wide. All Harry did was shake his head yes. "Oh shit, this can't be good."

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This chapter was sorta filler, but also sorta important cause it's gonna introduce some drama but anyways I hope you enjoyed!