Simply Love (A One Direction Fan- Fic)

What Does Her Mother Do?*

***ALEXS P.O.V.*** (These are going to start appearing in my nightmares)

I sobbed for a few more minutes then I pulled myself together. (Uh-huh. Like you can actually control that.)  Crying doesn't help. (You've just been diagnosed with cancer, idiot. You can't think rationally.)

"Isn't there some type of surgery you can do?" (Or chemo or radiation or one of those alien DNA transfusions?)

He shook his head sadly. "You're cancer is too progressed." (Like any doctor would actually say that. They would give you some type of painkiller or vitamin or antibiotic or SOMETHING!)

I nodded my head. "So, do you know how long EXACTLY I'm going to live?" (This isn't 3066, you can't know when you're going to die!)

He looked at his clipboard and said, "You're time will be up on April 14, exactly 8 months from now." (OH MY GOSH YES LIKE YOU WOULD KNOW THAT)

I smiled weakly. Right on my birthday. (Convenient)  And my dad's death aniversery. (Some dramatic bittersweet coincidence that would never happen in the real world. Also, SPELLCHECK) Wonderful. (I know, right? It's about time you get a death sentence)

"Do I have to stay here?"

He just shook his head. (ONCE AGAIN, HE WOULD TELL YOU MORE THAN 'YOU HAVE CANCER AND YOU DIE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY') I walk out.

"Hey" Liam said. "Have you been crying?" (Yes. Tears of joy. My character is finally going to die!)

Hm, should I tell him or no? (I say you should stab him with a needle then yourself)

"Swear not to tell the lads." (... Stupid British slang imposter)

He nods his head, "I swear." (Freaking bobble-head)

A tear leaks (like a pipe) from my eye. "I'm going to die on my birthday." (YAY!)

***LIAMS P.O.V.***(Shoot me. Please)

"What?" I gasped, shocked. (What, did you stick your finger in an electrical socket?)

Alex smiled weakly. "I have lung cancer." (After being abused your entire life, then getting run over by a car, you somehow manage to still be living, yet you find out you have lung cancer... Only in fan-fiction, folks)

I gasped again. "Don't they have some type of suregery?" (I'm surprised everybody is asking about surgery. Isn't cancer know for chemotherapy? Anyway, SPELLCHECK)

She shook her head.

"Oh, Alex. I'm so sorry!"

She just shrugged."Not your fault. Now c'mon. I wanna go have some fun." (... Yes, this is everybody's reaction when they are diagnosed with a life-threatening disease.)

I followed her out to the car. "Sure you don't want to tell them?"

She nodded. "I'll tell them later." (In my family, later=never)

I shrugged. Her choice. We hopped into the car. (Like a pair of bunny rabbits... Or goats. I have a goat. I named her Echo. She's cute)

"Don't you have to stay at the hospital?" Zayn asked. (So annoying to see spellcheck telling me that 'Zayn' is spelled wrong. Like, I know how to spell so back off. Then again, look at all the typos in this story...)

She shook her head. "I'm free to go!" (Like jail in Monopoly)

They all laughed. Except me. How can I laugh when she's going to die on her birthday? Everyone gasped. Oh no, please tell me I did NOT just say that out loud. (UGH NOBODY DOES THAT EXCEPT STUPID FAN-FICTIONS WRITTEN BY TEN YEAR OLD GIRLS)

"Alex" Zayn whispered. "You're dying?" (Yes. Finally)

Alex glared at me. "Yes, I am. And it was SUPPOSED to be a secret!" (Number 1 Rule of Fan-Fiction: nothing is secret)

I looked down. "Sorry Alex."

She sighed. "So, yes everyone. I am dying. Apparently I have had lung cancer for 7 months. There is NO surgery for it. I die in 8 months, right on my birthday."

Niall's eyes tear up. "That's awful." (No, it's freaking amazing)

She shrugged. "So, while I'm alive I want to have fun." (Once again, somehow she is the most rational person in the world)

"Sure thing, but how 'bout we get you settled at our flat first?" I proposed. (Why do Brits call their house a 'flat'? Like, do you have a flat roof? I do. It's red. And tin.)

"Okay, but I want to stop at my place to get my stuff first." (The one fan-fiction where the girl ACTUALLY goes home to get her things)

I looked at her shocked. "But won't your mum be there?"

She laughed bitterly. "No, she'll be at work."

Her face looked haunted (Like the Taylor Swift song)  when she says "work." I wonder what her mum does.

"Where do you live?"

"Just around the block."

I told the driver where to go then I turned back to her. "So, what does your mum do for a living?" I question.

"None of your business!" She snapped. (Sharing is caring, sweetheart.)

I look at her, shocked once again. Then the driver announces that we're here.

Her face brightened. (Like a lightbulb) "Be right back!"

And she hopped out, the question left unanswered. What does her mother do? (She gives caramel to old people then laughs when it gets stuck in their dentures)