Niall's Cancer Battle: A 1D Fanfic

Chapter Sixteen: Emotionally Unstable

**A/N** OHMYGOD. Sorry sorry sorry for the stupidness of this chapter. I have no idea why it was saying weird things like >| height|

Chapter Sixteen: Emotionally Unstable

**Niall's POV**

Mammy grips my hand for support as if she's the one dying as we walk out of the X Factor building. She knows about my now developed diabetes but she doesn't know about my cancer yet. I promised myself I'd tell her when we got to the hotel.

"Are you okay Mammy?" I ask her even though I know the answer.

"How could I be okay?" She asks back, her voice small. "I just watched my son go through some kind of diabetes hell and I couldn't do anything. How could you ask if I'm okay?" Mammy is really upset and I bite my lip, not knowing how to answer that question.

The lads are all walking in front of us. Louis has head down, his back bowed and he walks as if his legs weigh a ton each. Zayn and Harry are talking rapidly but quietly to eachother, Zayn looking angry and tad bit too aggressive. Liam is somewhere in front of them all, probably already at the car waiting for us.

The familiar urge to pee hits me. "Hey lads where's a restroom?" I ask out towards them. The lads stop walking and allow Mammy and I to catch up. "Where's the restroom? I need to pee."

"There's a hallway for the bathrooms and a small lobby a bit back towards the stadium," Zayn answers easily. He must of had to use the restroom earlier.

"Alright," I let go of Mammy's hand and started walking back.

"Where are you going?!" Harry asks and I turn around but keep walking.

"I need to pee, Styles. Celebrities pee you know!" I chuckle at him. I can hardly stand still, the urge to pee becoming more and more urgent.

"You want someone to come with you?" Louis asks, looking at me calmly. "There could be people there."

"It's a bathroom lads. I'll be fine. Just wait for me outside at the car. I've got to pee!" I exclaim and bolt away from them, not waiting for another answer. I have to pee and I have to pee now.

It takes me a good solid minute to figure out how to retrace my steps towards the stadium. One of the doors are wide open, probably left for some janitor in order to clean the large room. I sprint past the door and head towards the hallway that says restrooms/lobby.

I've never been so glad to see a restroom. I can't remember the last time I peed today. I rush into the restroom, my pants already slid down a bit and stand in front of a urinal, finally letting out my awaited pee.

I sigh contentedly once I finish and flush the urinal, securing my pants once again. I wash my hands, avoiding my reflection across from me, and dry them on a couple paper towels. They should really get some hand dryers, much better for the environment.

Happily humming, I walk out of the bathroom. There's seriously no better feeling than after you've peed.

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE! THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED!" The sound of a couple girls screaming "What Makes You Beautiful" at the top of their lungs drifted to me through the open door of the stadium.

My interest getting the best of me, I walk over to the open door and slide into one of the far back seats. They don't even know I'm in the same room as them.

There's three girls on stage pretending to sing into microphones, their hands. The middle one's wearing a bright pink outfit and the others are in blue. "YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!" The middle girl sang out and everyone erupts with giggles.