Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

Lusterless - Chapter 10

It's setting in. The cancer treatment. I woke up at about noon and I could already feel the effects. I sat up in my bed and immediately felt light-headed. I walked over to my bedroom door, while grabbing things for support along the way. Once I got to the stairs, I grabbed onto the railing with both hands. I walked down one step at a time, making sure I wouldn't get any more dizzy and fall. Once I got down to the bottom, I could hear the boys in the kitchen. Harry was wearing a chef's hat, and the rest of the boys were sitting on bar stools at the counter. Zayn was the first one to notice me.

"Hey look who's up!"

His loud voice caused my head to pound. I put up one hand telling him to stop, and the other hand on my head.

"Sorry."

I walked over to the bar stool at the end, which was next to Liam.

"You're just in time for lunch!"

I groaned and put my forehead on the cool counter top and closed my eyes.

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh come on now, the doctor said you'd have a loss of appetite. You've got to get something in your system."

I giggled from his voice.

"What's so funny?"

"Your voice. Your accent sounds funny."

"Maybe your accent's funny!"

Oh no he didn't.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yes huh!"

"Children!"

Liam and I stooped due to Harry's interruption. "Shut it!"

I sat up and rubbed my face. I was so tired.

"What do you want to eat?" Harry asked.

"I told you, nothing."

"Could you at least try for me?" Liam asked.

He gave me those puppy eyes. He had the perfect face for it, but I wasn't going to give in.

"Nope." I readjusted the beanie that was still on my head.

"How does it feel to have more hair than a girl?" I winked, trying to change the conversation.

This time Louis jumped into the conversation. 'If you eat something, we'll let you know."

Ugh. "If I eat something, will you guys get off my back?"

"Possibly."

Fine. I got up, walked over to the pantry and grabbed a loaf of bread. I opened the bag, and pulled out a slice and then put the rest back. I ripped a little piece off and popped it into my mouth. Bread always filled me up for some reason. Plus, I would eat it when I was sick to keep myself from puking. The boys watched me as I kept ripping pieces off and eating them.

Once I finished, I let out a "You happy now?"

"Yes" they all stated. "But you need more."

"No, I ate something, and that was the deal!"

"Cole but you really - are you okay?"

While Harry was talking I had put my hand to my mouth. I could feel it coming. I took off down the hall and into the bathroom. This would now be the second time I  have puked in this house and I haven't even been here for a week. How many more would there be?

I closed and locked the door behind me. The taste was absolutely horrific. I kept coughing afterwards and drank water from the sink hoping it would help which it did. I looked in the mirror, to see terrible black spots under my eyes. Now you could really tell the stress I had, and this was my first treatment. Would it be like this every time? Oh God. I pulled my beanie off my head to find what was expected; I had no hair. I rubbed my hand over my head. I could feel a little hair since the razor couldn't reach all the way down, but as I rubbed it, I could feel the little hair I had left rub off. I put my beanie was on and gargled some mouthwash so breath and taste wouldn't be icky.  I unlocked the door to see Niall waiting at the end of the hall.