One Direction Short Stories

Saying Goodbye PART 2

(Warning this is very very sad)

1 month later

Louis' POV

After his first incident, many more had come. I had taken up the role of his caretaker, never leaving his side. I was so worried about him; the doctors weren't even able to determine what had happened. All we knew was he was seriously sick.

"Louis." He groaned from beside me. I freed him from my grasp and let him sit up against the headboard of his bed.

"How are you feeling Li?" I asked hopefully. I took concern as I stared at his pale body. We haven't performed in this depressing month, we agreed that we won't perform without him. Even if the boys went on, I knew I just couldn't bring myself to.

"Honestly, terrible." He croaked out. I sighed, my eyes instantly filling up with tears. I was hoping he would've felt better, we all were. Why did it have to be this way? No one deserved to be this sick, especially not Liam. He has been there for us through thick and thin, but the one time he needs us, we can't do a thing. He breathed heavy, uneven breaths and shifted around.

"Don't cry Lou, I'm fine." His voice was soft, but you could hear the pain in it was he spoke.

"Don't lie Liam!" My voice rose. He looked a little scared, so I cooled down a bit.

"Tired?"

He nodded weakly in response, closing his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his motionless body, and stayed silent until I heard little snores escaping his mouth. I sighed again, letting the tears leave my eyes. I have to be strong, for Liam.

Harry's POV

We were all crushed when we found out about Liam. It was quite sad seeing him get sicker and sicker by the day. Niall was more upset than me and Zayn; considering Liam was his best friend. But Louis had it the worst. For some reason, it devastated him to an extreme. Even though him and Liam fought the most, I think Louis was in shock at the thought of losing one of his best friends.

I was sitting on the couch of mine and Louis' living room, with Zayn beside me and Niall across staring at the wall.

"Hey guys. I think we need some fun. We've been cooped up inside our houses ever since Liam got sick. Let's go to a bar or something, we don't even have to bother asking Lou because he'll want to stay with-"

"Harry, no. We can't afford to go to some bar now, Liam's sick. How could you even want to go get drunk with the thought of you're best friend being on his death bed?!" Niall snapped at me. He was not taking this well.

"You're no fun. It's not like you even care about Liam anyways." I shot him a deadly glare but instantly regret it when his eyes filled up with tears.

"Oh Niall...I didn't mean it like that."

"You really think I care Harry? Like I would believe you. You're a screw up, that's all you are. Don't think that alcohol can drown you're sorrows. And how dare you say I don't care about Liam, I care about him more than you will, you heartless-" He got up off the couch, tears springing from his eyes, unable to finish his sentence. I was about to say sorry when he darted past Zayn and out the door. When will I stop screwing up?

Niall's POV

I ran out of Harry's house, the cold air hitting my bare skin like knives. I didn't even bother grabbing a coat...just another thing I regret. Where was I even going? I couldn't see Liam, it would make me too sad. I wiped the pathetic tears from my eyes. My thoughts drifted to a life without Liam. It was cold, empty, lonely. I let out a loud sob, followed by a round of tears. My vision was clouded and I could barely see through the tears. I leaned against the wall outside Harry's flat, barely audible to move. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that these were our last days with Liam.