For Angel's To Fly (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter One~ Diagnoses And Tears

Alannah's Pov

The cold hard chairs. The glossy white walls. The smell of medication and plastic latex gloves. The faint beeping from the distance of the heart moniters. The stress of waiting to be told your bad news.

All things I hated and feared.

Having to sit here and wait for your test results to come back.

Nothing that I had ever expected I would have to go though until today.

With Niall to the left of me, one hand on my back rubbing comforting and reasuring circles into my back trying to clam my nerves.

Tapping my foot anxouisly against the hard white tile flooring.

Doctor after Doctor emerging from the many different room's, telling the strangers around us there bad news.

All sentances starting with the two words "I'm sorry..."

The endless nerve racking wait.

Another Doctor emerges from one of his sations and stands directly infront of me and Niall.

His sentance starting with the all too familiar words....

"I'm sorry to inform you...but you have Lung Cancer. The tumor was detected to late and has already start to spread to other areas such as the Heart, Pancrios and Liver.I'm afraid you only have roughly a stedy 10 months to live."

My face gives off a shocked expression as my eyes begin to brim with tears.

My tears begin to fall freely as Niall brings me close to him leaving kisses on the top of my head.

"Your going to make it threw this I promise." Niall says threw a shaky and raspy voice.

I don't reply. I have been silenced. I'm at a loss for words. There was nothing I could say. I was shocked.

My mind was running over a thousand thoughts.

What about the baby? Would this mean it would die? Would I soon be to weak to even give birth to my own child?

I didn't know. All I knew was that I wanted to make my last moments of life unforgetable.

Leaving the hospital my head was throbbing from all the stress. I rest my head on the car window as Niall drove away from the dreadful building not taking a single glance back.

Taking one of my hands in his giving it a gentile squeeze. Keeping it there for the rest of the way home rubbing the palm of my hand with his thumb.

Arriving at our fairly large home in the city, I open my car door and walk along the short stone walkway leading up to our front door.

Walking inside, more tears threatening to fall as more and more thoughts run threw my head. I walk in silence up the stairs and into the washroom. Closing the door behind me, I turn on the tap waiting for the water to go a room temperature. Cupping my hands I place them under to running water to collect a small handful as I bring my hands up to my face. Feeling to cool liquid on my skin, letting it run down my blankend face. Not an expression on it.

There is a soft knocking on the bathroom door followed by a calm and quiet familiar voice.

"Lannah, you doing okay in there?" Niall asks me concernd.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say fighting the lump that had formed in the back of my throat. Making my voice come out raspy and un-easy.

"Can I come in?" He asked in a worried tone.

I let out a sigh and unlock the door opening it a bit as I step back letting Niall emerge into the room.

"Listen to me. Okay? I want you to know that, no matter how bad things may get. I'm alway's going to be here. I'm not going to leave you all alone like this. I want you to know that I love you and I'm here to stay and that you are going to make it threw this, because I know your a strong girl." Niall tells me wrapping me in a long and meaningful hug.