Larry Stylinson's Cancer Battle

Chapter Seventeen

(Louis Pov)

Three rounds of chemo later, I'm landed in the uncomfortable hospital bed with a bucket in my white, clammy hands.

The nausea feeling had been hitting me the hardest today. Puked numerous times I couldn't even count.

My surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and I'm not exactly keen on the idea, but if it gets me out of this fucking hospital bed sooner, I'm all for it.

The nausea seemed to of get the better of me and I ducked my head into the bucket, releasing what little left I hadn't gotten out prier to this.

I felt Harry's hand come in contact with my sweaty back, rubbing soothing circles.

After I seemed to be done, i lazily through myself back against the pillows and closed my eyes.

"Let me take that." Harry said sweetly, taking the bucket off my lap.

"Fucking hell, I hate that." I weakly stated, eyes still squeezed shut.

"I know love, I know. But your chemo is almost done for the day. Just another hour at least left." He smiled as he laced his fingers in mine.

I nodded my head. He reached his other hand out and pushed my hair back away from my face.

"You're so beautiful." He spoke generously.

I opened my eyes and laughed at his statement.

"What's so funny?" he questioned, laughing slightly.

"Haz, you're a bloody prick, yanno that?" I laughed a little harder, but stopped after it started hurting from the soreness of my abdomen.

"Careful." He said sternly, adjusting me to a more comfortable position.

"I'm still feel really sick." I sighed.

"Do you need the bin?"

"No, not right now. It just feels bad, I don't know." I let go of his hand and placed it around my stomach, gripping it tightly.

"I could go ask the doctor for some me since or something?" he questioned.

"It's just a side affect from the chemo. I really hate it." I frowned and sat up more on the bed.

"I wish there was something I could do. You know I'd do it in a heart beat, right?" he asked sadly.

"Shut up, curly. Just come lay with me." I laughed, scooting over to the side to make room for him.

"Are you sure?" he stood up hesitant.

"Haz, I haven't had a cuddle with you in forever, let alone have we had any time alone together... please just cuddle." He smiles and layed down on the bed, adjusting his arms around me.

I pushed my head into the crook of his neck and he started combing his fingers through my matted hair.

"Hey, harry?" I spoke up after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"Hmm?" he hummed

"I love you." I smiled at him cheekily.

"I love you too, Lou." He kissed my cheek tenderly.

"What, no lips?" i laughed

"You know I would, but I might remind you that you did just throw up a few minutes ago." He said sadly.

"Yeah, yeah. But hey, I was thinking. Once I have my surgery tomorrow and well, recover of course, maybe we could like, go on a date?" I asked seriously.

"Of course love." He smiles.

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Today is the day of the surgery. Yes, I'm a bit more nervous as the time gets closer, but I'm also just ready to get it over with. Harry's been with me all night, and thank god for it. I've missed having alone time with him, and it seems that since I had gotten this cancer, I never get to spend much time with him alone.

The boys were all here now as well. I had gotten off the phone earlier with my mum, her wishing me good luck and that she would try to fly down later to check on me.

I was at the moment getting stuck by numbing needles from the nurse, prepping me for the operation.

Harry was trying his hardest to stay awake, but he kept dozing off on the arm chair next to my bed.

Zayn and Niall were sat in the plastic chairs in the corner, starring at me with worried eyes. Liam was standing right next to me, rubbing my arm up and down repeatedly.

"I'm fine guys, stop starring at me like that."

"We know, Lou. We just wanna be here for you." Liam said, removing his hand awkwardly.

I sighed, feeling the meds run through my body.

"The Doctor will be in here shortly to wheel you back." The nurse smiled and walked out.

"It feels weird." I laughed stupidly.

"Does it feel like you're high?" niall asked from the corner.

" I suppose so."

"Oooh, dang Lou." zayn laughed.

"It was only one time!" I shot back, remembering that night we were all being stupid and decided to get High.

We talked like that for a few more minutes until the doctor came in.

Liam nudged Harry and he shot up, drool on his cheek.

"Morning curly" I laughed hard as he wiped the drool.

"Sorry" he apologized and walked to my side.

"Let's do this, Mr. Tomlinson." The doctor smiled and started wheeling me out.

The boys all shouted there goodbyes and the doctor lead me down the hallway in a wheel chair.

"Wait!" harry shouted as he came running down the catch up with us.

"Make it quick boy, we've gotta go" the doctor said.

"Lou, i just, I love you so much. And I can't really process everything that's happening. So I'm sorry if I'm being a shit husband. I really am trying. I love you." He choked out, wrapping his arms around me.

"Forever and always Haz." I chuckled.

"Well yeah, forever and always. I'll be here right when you get out." He assured as the doctor started wheeling me away.

"Get some sleep loser." I shouted back.

I heard his laugh echo the hallway and then the door shut.

A bunch of doctors helped me onto the table and I was instantly being stuck with needles.

And that's all I remember, because then I was out.