"Niall, what are you doing here?" I ask sleepily, rubbing my eyes as I stand with the door wide open.
"I came to see if you were okay."
I stare at him for a bit.
His hair is flat, not in the usual quid he has. His eyes are filled with concern and worry.
How did I get here?
How did I manage to fall in love with Niall Horan.
Gosh, my life sounds like some shitty fanfiction, written by a 9 year old.
With the cancer and Niall, it doesn't seem real.
Oh but it is.
"So, are you?" Niall asks me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Hmm?" I mumble, forgetting what he's talking about. My head is so consumed in everything.
"Are you okay?" Niall asks again, stating at me blankly.
Am I okay?
Do I look okay?
I shake my head and stand aside, letting Niall in my house.
My mother had to go on a business trip. She couldn't postpone it, or not go.
She's gone for a week or so.
I lead Niall to my room, closing the door behind is both.
"What's wrong?" He asks me, running his hands through his blonde hair.
"I feel like shit. I just want to sleep all the time." I admit, shuffling my feet in the grey carpeted floor.
"It's the cancer yeah?"
My heart stops.
He actually knows.
I guess, it could be the actual cancer and not the time I have left.
"I-"
"It's fine Hanna, I guess I'll have to deal with you dying. I mean, there's nothing I can do to stop it. It's not like you're gonna go back on the chemo." Niall shrugs fiddling with his fingers as he looks around my room.
"How did you-"
"You shouldn't have told Harry. He can't keep a secret to save his life. Especially when he's always old me everything." After a long silence, Niall finally speaks up again. "You know, we all care about you Hanna. Every single one of us, have been trying to see you. You're always asleep.. Which I don't blame you for, of course not."
"Niall, I didn-"
"Blah blah blah, you didn't know Harry would tell me. No surprise there. But Hanna, I don't like the fact you've only got 12 days left. I also don't like the fact that you don't feel the same about me, that I do to you. Hanna, I'm in love with you." Niall breathes, looking at me, waiting for an answer.
What?
"Niall..." I sigh and breathe in heavily. I walk over to him, and sit myself on his lap. "I love you."
Niall smiles and glances at my lips.
He starts to lean in.
This can't be happening.
I press my lips against his, wrapping my hands around his neck.
Never in a million years, did I think I would be kissing Niall Horan.
Our lips move in sync, his smiles against mine.
I pull away, searching for air.
"I really do Niall. I love you."
And for a moment, I forget about everything, but Niall.
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Ha.
They're so cute.
IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN
Enjoy my lovelies!
xx
