She Is Beauty - Meghan Trainor one shots (currently on hold)

1.1 - Cancer

He was sick, she could see it in the way he moved. He was fragile. She tried her hardest, but Meghan couldnt understand what he was going through.

Not until the night her life changed.

She fumbled through the darkness for her buzzing phone. She answered. Four words you never want to hear in a middle-of-the-night conversation floated through the line.

"There's been an accident."

She rushed to the hospital, a million possibilities of what could have happened at 12:30 in the morning swirling through her head.

She was led to a room.

"Ms. Trainor, before you go in there, I would like to update you on Mr. Sabara's condition."

"What condition?" She demanded, her voice catching an edge of hysteria.

"You're unaware? Mr. Sabara has stage three intestinal cancer. He decided to discontinue his chemotherapy, which caused him to collapse."

"C-cancer?" Meghan's grip on the doorknob tightened. The doctor nodded grimly. She pushed the door open.

Daryl lay on the bed, his skin translucently pale. His lips were chapped and faded as she kissed them.

"Dar," she whispered, tears falling onto her cheeks.

"Meghan," he replied, his voice raspy. "I'm sorry."

"Why did you stop the chemo?" Meghan demanded.

"This isn't living! I'm counting down the days," he answered simply. "Can you please hand me that cup of water?"

She obeyed, unable to wrap her head around what was happening.

"Meghan, I love you," he whispered, squeezing her hand. She leaned forward to kiss him. She burned the feeling into her mind.

"I love you too, Daryl." He smiled at her, closing his eyes. Sleep fights cancer.

"Meghan?" He asked. She looked towards him. "I want you to keep my ring. I can't marry you, I want you to remember me."

"You think I'd forget?" She asked quietly, silent tears slipping down her face.

"Take my pillow, and cologne. Tell my mom to bury me in black."

That's where she lost herself. Her sobs rang through the room.

"D-don't talk like that." She pleaded.

"It's inevitable, Meghan," he whispered, holding her hand to his chest. "Don't be a fool."

"I can't lose you." Meghan crawled into the small bed with her lover, holding him. A quiet conversation woke her up. She didn't dare open her eyes.

"Daryl, you have two weeks," the doctor says. Daryl runs his fingers through her hair. "I'll bring your discharge paper work in."

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice cracking. She shuddered, a cry parting her lips.

"Meghan," Daryl says, closing his eyes.

"I'm going to miss you so much," she whispers, clutching his blanket against her stomach.

"I don't want to leave you," he smiled sadly, brushing the hair from her face. The door opens and a nurse walks in, holding a packet of papers.

"Mr. Sabara, this is your discharge paperwork. Once you fill it out and return it to the nurses station, you can leave."

As Daryl filled out the paperwork, Meghan gathered everything up.

In the car, Meghan held Daryl's hand as she planned out the last week of his life.

As soon as they were in the door, Daryl wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into the bedroom. He pushes her into the wall, tangling his fingers in her hair. Meghan wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling against his lips. He kissed her neck, turning around and walking her back into the bed. He lays her down, kissing her jaw. She sits up, straddling him.

"I love you." She whispers as she kisses him, fat, salty tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You're beautiful," he says, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She rolls off him, falling onto her back and sobbing.

"Shh, Meghan it's okay. I promise," he says, kissing her nose.

"But it's not, Daryl. You're going to die!" She yells, sitting up and glaring at him.

"Meghan, calm down. It's an inevitable part of life, okay?"

"But it's too soon," She sobs back, burying her face in her hands. He pulls her close.

"What's wrong?" He asks as her crying persists.

"Nothing," she insists.

"Meg."

"Nothing," she sobbed. Daryl let her cry.

"I really don't want to leave you," he mutters against her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears away. They didn't have enough time for tears.

"Don't torture yourself," she tells him, sighing.

Three days later it happened.

"Meghan," he wheezed, clutching his stomach.

"No!" She cried, dialing 9-1-1. After she hung up, she grabs his hand. He pulls her face closer, kissing her.

"Meghan, my baby," He whispers, holding her hand.

"God, I love you so much," she squeaks, kissing him desperately.

"Don't forget me," he begs.

"Never." 

His fingers fell from hers. She screams, burying her face in his chest. Paramedics rushed in, and she looked up, eyes red and puffy. She bucked and kicked as the pulled him away. They had to pin her down as they carried his body out of the apartment. Then he was gone.

(A/N: Hello my lovelies! Thank you so much for giving these one shots a chance! 10 Points if you can guess what my old account was. Faye you're excluded lol. Comment suggestions for future one shots! I'll try to give you guys what you want to read. Should the next one be Marlie? Love you all so much! Xoxo- Lau)