Cancer (Ziall Horlik) AU

Chapter 11

Niall's POV

I've been in the hospital for a week now, going through physical therapy and training on how to get around now that I'm blind. I hate saying that, but I have to except it... for now. Zayn had been coming in every day and talking to me. We've learned allot about each other. He learned about my passion for music and I learned he had a horrible time opening up. The closest he's gotten to telling me anything is that he's alone and has no family. But when he told me that, he started freaking out. I think that was an anxiety attack he had, but I couldn't be too sure. After that we stayed away from the topic.

Today I get to go home. My head was still healing from the surgery, but the doctor said they would check in a week if the cancer cells were gone. I really hope they are, if not then I lost my sight for no reason. They told me my sight should start coming back very soon. I don't know though, it seems like it should have by now.

"You ready to go home?" Greg's voice sounded through the room. I smiled and nodded.

"I want to go home so bad. I hate the food here!" I really did. It was disgusting, I've never eaten things that bad. Of course it was always a surprise of what I ate because I couldn't see it. Zayn would always tell me what I was eating. But he would always say it was "brown mush" or "ugly mush". He never could tell what it was. He was really funny with out even trying to be.

"Of course that's what you hate the most here." He told me helping me get dressed.

"Niall you could have at least worn underwear!" That's why it felt so cold when he took that hospital gown off.

"It's not like I had much of a choice. I mean they would be pulling down my pants every time they had to change my wee bag." I told him and he made a noise.

"That's truly disgusting, now pick up your huge arse so I can get these boxers on you."

"It's not huge! It's just squishy!" I yelled back, but listened so he could put them on. He helped me with my shirt and a pair of sweats.

"Thanks for that. I'm sorry I'm like an over grown baby that can't dress myself." I told him once I sat down on the bed. I felt him sit next to me and pat my knee.

"I like helping you. You're my little brother, I've been helping you my whole life. Plus, you shouldn't be apologizing for anything."

"I love you." I said pulling him into a hug.

"I love you too. Now stop before I cry again!" He laughed and cleared his throat. The there was a knock on the door, and the sound of it opening.

"I also think Zayn is hot as fuck, and I'm straight." He whispered in my ear. I laughed and I'm pretty sure I turned bright red.

"What did you you tell him, Greg?" Zayn's voice echoed through the room. I elbowed Greg and he laughed.

"I was just telling him he looks bad with the side of his head shaved." My brother said and I stopped laughing. Why didn't anyone say I had my head shaved? I wanted to keep my hair! I thought they could do the surgery around my hair. I felt tears fill my eyes and I put my head in my hands.

"Hey, Ni, I was just joking. I'm sorry." Greg said with guilt in his voice.

"Niall?" I felt someone sit beside me and wrap their arms around me. Greg got up and left the room. I smelt that the person was wearing Zayn's after shave. It was him. I wrapped my arms around him and started crying. I looked ugly now!

"You look beautiful. You could never look bad. You know, I never could tell you were sick because you always looked so good to me. I swear I have to complete with you when I get ready. You never look bad." Zayn told me. After he moved his hands to cup my cheeks, wiping my tears. I felt his lips on mine and I wanted more, but he pulled back.

"You're perfect." He mumbled against my lips. I pushed forward against his lips and kissed him. But again I heard someone clear their throat. We pulled apart, but I just leaned into his chest.

"Sorry about that, Maura." Zayn said awkwardly.

"It's alright, I was just here to say that he's free to go home!" Mum said happily.

"Mum, can Zayn come over?" I asked. I didn't want to let him go yet. I feel so comfortable with him. He makes all my problems go away.

"Sure, if he's fine with that then he can follow us in his car. Is that fine, Zayn?" She asked him and I felt him move a bit.

"Yeah, I walked here so I'll go get my car." He said getting up. I felt like crying again. I just wanted him! I don't want him to leave.

"It's okay, I'll be right back. I live just down the street." He told me kissing me. I nodded and heard him walk out the door. I broke down in tears.

"Niall! He's going to be right back! Don't worry, let's get you to the car. The doctors want you to walk there yourself." Mum told me wiping my tears. I hated not being able to see things. I just felt so usless.

I got up and started walking. I hadn't heard from Greg since what he said. My mum and dad were guiding me out to the car. I had no idea where we were going but I followed them. It seemed to take forever but my dad told me when we made it to the car. I felt the side of the car and opened the door. Inside, I was doing a victory dance because I did it by myself!

"Hey so do you just want me to follow you guys?" Zayn's voice sounded from outside the car. I got butterflies in my stomach and wished I could see him.

"Yeah, that would be perfect." My dad said. This is just so weird. Usually I can date someone without my parents knowing or even caring. That's how I've been able to be such a slut. Now my whole family is involved with my relationship. I can't wrap my mind around it.

Zayn's POV

I followed their car to a very nice looking house. His parents got out of the car first. Greg left in tears after making Niall cry. I told him not to take it so hard but he felt horrible. Next Niall got out. I got out if my own car and rushed to him.

"I can help if you need it." I offered. He gripped onto my arm. I took that as a yes. I looked at his head where the staples were and it was shaved. I felt bad for him to go through that but I needed to get over it. I started leading him to his front door.

When we got into the house his mum told me where his room was. I carried him up the stairs and to his room. He was laughing by the time I put him on his bed.

"I'm tired!" He whined. I laughed and sat next to him on the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waste and made me lay next to him.

"I want to take a nap with you!" He put his head on my chest and arms around my waste. I ran my hands up and down his arm and just looked at him. He soon, fell asleep. He's so perfect and he's with me. I looked at the clock in his room and saw the time. Usually I'm at home at this time, but looking at the boy in my arms, my daily schedule doesn't seem the matter anymore. Nothing but him.

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-Bri;)