Eventually, I did have to go back inside the diner if I wanted to keep my job. But as soon as I saw Niall crying alongside with a teary eyed Zayn, Liam, and Louis; I went straight to the restroom stalls and threw up.
The uneasy feeling that laid at the pit of my stomach was godawful. I don't know what's wrong with Niall and why is it so upsetting, but what it ever it is, I sure don't want to know.
I flushed the bathroom stall and stood up, making my way on over to the sink. I cup my hands under the running water and I repeatedly rub my face with it. I make sure to rinse my mouth to get the awful stench of vomit out of my breath.
I turn the lever back off, and I stare at my reflection.
As I look at myself in the dirty and scratched mirror, I try to calm down my nerves by taking deep breaths. I close my eyes, trying to clear my thoughts from all the possible bad things that come to mind when I think about Niall.
"Harry?" I turn to face Liam.
"You have to talk to Niall." His eyes were glossy as if he wanted to cry.
"I'm scared."
"You should be."
I let out a large sigh, "I guess I should go out there then, huh?" Liam nods and gives me a small smile. "You'll be all right."
He gives me a short pat in the back before making his way over to a stall. I let one last sigh escape my lips as I run a hand through my curls and trudge my way out of the loo.
Niall was still seated on his original booth from earlier, Zayn and Louis each on his sides as they comfort him while he cries.
Step by step, I start getting closer and closer to Niall's booth. Once I get there, all eyes land on me.
"Can I talk to Niall? Alone, please?" Louis and Zayn look at Niall for approval; he nods. They each gave him one last sad smile before leaving his side.
A silent sigh escapes my lips as I take the seat beside him. "Niall, what's wrong?"
He closes his eyes at the sound of my voice, a tear rolling down his face as he does.
❝Harry, I'm dying.❞
At that moment, my heart stopped.
I was shocked.
"Wh-wha-t?" I manage to stutter out something, my face completely expressionless.
Niall looks at me. His eyes bloodshot and puffy from all the crying.
❝I have a malignant brain tumor, meaning that it's cancerous. I went to the hospital yesterday, and that's when they dropped me the news. Harry, I only have a year left of life.❞
At this point, I wanted to cry. I felt broken. Weak, even. Niall has been a huge impact in my life since I first saw him, and finding out that he's dying, is not the greatest news in the world.
Niall started to cry harder. He wasn't looking at me anymore, his face was simply hidden in his hands.
That's when I knew, I have to be strong for Niall. I need to be there for him. I like him, and I want to be able to make his life worth living this last year he has. So I wrapped an arm around his waist and picked his chin up from his hands to face me.
He was a mess and yet I still found him beautiful.
I wiped the strolling tears away from his cheek with my thumb. I gave him a small smile and looked directly at his eyes as I said, "Means we just have to make the most of it, huh?"
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Short update but whatever.
Before anyone starts, I know it's only chapter eleven and all of this is already happening, but this was how the story was actually suppose to start. I was suppose to add this in since chapter one, but decided to wait a while to make it a bit better, so yeah.
I don't know if any of you like cancerous stories and stuff like that, but I hope you don't hate me or stop reading this book because of it.
So yeah.
Any mistakes?
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-Karlaa'
