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I am going to be changing my cover eventually because in school I'm taking Digital Design and one of the units are photo shop, I.e right now, so STAY TUNED.
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After eating in some silence, Niall and I sparked up another conversation.
"So, Niall. If I may ask, what are you in the hospital for?" I leaned forward as I ate to listen.
Niall snapped up at me, and stopped chewing. I watched in slight horror as he dropped his bacon back on the plate and leaned forward. With the most emotionless, and serious face he could muster, he simply said "M'homeless. I snuck in." With that he smirked, leaned back and resumed eating.
I leaned back and sat there in shock, still trying to process what the bloke had said. The words were simple yet I couldn't fathom them. At last I looked up in awe at Niall. He was watching me with an amused look on his face.
Finally, he bursted out laughing. I didn't think sneaking in to a hospital for food was very funny, but he thought it was hilarious.
"it's not funny," I said, glaring at him. He dropped his bacon and began to do hand motions, signalling no.
"No, no, no. That's not why I'm laughing," he breathed out as he chortled. I raised an eyebrow. "Then what is it? Come on, spit it out."
I leaned over, holding his stomach as he breathed out again " You fell for it, you fell for it!" He let out another loud laugh, enough to probably disturb everyone in the cafeteria. I thought for a second about what he said.
Finally, I slumped my shoulders. "It's not funny," I grumbled. His laughter finally died down a bit. "You're right, it's hilarious." I wiped a tear from his eye, as a smile broke through onto my face.
"Okay, Niall, why are you actually here?", I asked again, amused.
"Okay, okay. You deserve to know." I nodded, smiling.
"Well, I have breast cancer. I was diagnosed almost a month ago. I was devastated. Unfortunately, though, I had no shoulder to cry on, because me dad had left us when I was four and took me brother with him, and mum died of breast cancer earlier this year," he spoke at a whisper, clearly heart broken.
I brought my chair beside him and rubbed his back. I told him "Well, if it helps, I can be your shoulder to cry on," I said softly in his ear.
He suddenly grabbed me and cried in to my chest, soft gasps and breaths escaping his mouth. Everyone in the cafeteria avoided eye contact, giving us privacy.
After a good five minutes, Niall stopped crying and sat up, rubbed his eyes. He whispered "Thank you."
"Anytime, Niall," I cooed. I slid my tray of food over to me. We finally both began to feast again.
After a good few minutes, I would have missed the question Niall squeaked out.
"So, why are you in the hospital?", he whispered. I swallowed my bacon and began to explain to his the journey of how I ended up in the hospital, of course leaving out the details on Louis Tomlinson.
By the time I finished telling my tale, Niall had sat up, forgetting his troubling problems, and listening to mine with interest.
He stared at me in awe, finally commenting after one minute.
"Mate, that bumps," he spoke, unsure of what to say. He stuttered. "I'm sorry, Harry, if I could help I would, but I have no knowledge or experience with P.O.T.S. I mean, I have experience with another kind of pot, but in your case I'm no help," he said solemnly.
I chuckled. "That's alright, Niall. I didn't expect you to help me, or even know how. I appreciate the thought though."
We nodded at each other with smiles and began to finish our food.
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OKAY I KNOW IT'S ALMOST BEEN A MONTH. I LOVE YOU, DON'T HIT ME. IT'S ALSO AN EXTREMELY SHORT UPDATE... ILYILYILY.
What has happened since the last update:
- 568 VIEWS!!!!!!!! Dafuq I remember when I screamed about 10 views. :')
- I updated the cover twice, and let me just say the recent one IS HERE TO STAY FOR A LONG LONG TIME. <3
Okay that's all. I LOVE YOU ALL. BYE LARRIES. MUAHMUAH
~Sidra
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Immobilized (AU) (Larry Stylinson)
FanficI'm a volunteer, and he's a patient. We both stay at the local hospital as if it's a second home. I would read to him every day. Books from Robin Hood to Peter Pan. He may be a few years older than me, making him twenty two. Although, they were my...
