* 2 Weeks Later *
I was finally well enough to go home. As I stepped inside my front door, there was nothing more that I missed than the comfort of my home. I couldn't wait to cook a decent meal, as much as I loved take away, I was starting to get sick of it. It would also be nice to have some time to myself, with the exception of my friends and family coming to check up on me every now and then. I still felt drowsy, and I didn't have that much energy.
I stood in front of my mirror, the one where Harry told me I was beautiful many times. I smiled and looked down, as if he was here telling me it right now.
I didn't believe him before and I definitely don't now. I ran my hand over the smooth hairless surface of my head, my throat hurt from choking back my tears.
Just a simple thing like this made me upset. My mother always styled my hair for me up until the age of around 15. We always spent that time laughing and talking instead of actually doing my hair. My mother was always there for me, at my weakest times and at my strongest. She was always proud of me and I imagine even up in heaven she still is.
I grabbed a bandana from a glass bowl sitting on my vanity, bright yellow it was. I wrapped it around my head, securing a knot at the back of my head and tucking it underneath.
Looking into the mirror, I let a tear slip down my cheek, watching it fall off my chin and onto my sweater. I wiped away the wetness from my face and smiled.
Those are happy tears, I can finally say that I'm Cancer Free.
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As I said I would, I cooked up a stir fry, and invited Kyla, Harry and Dad over for dinner. Just us four eating dinner together, as a celebration I guess. The three people I love the most, celebrating with me. I know Mum is here too, of course.
I ended up falling asleep on my couch watching some reality show with the others, I was just so tired. Dad carried me up to my bedroom like he always did when I was a child.
A note sat on my bedside table, telling me all this. He ended the note saying Kyla will be around in the morning and closed it with three kisses. He always did that, one for Mum, Dad and I.
I had a quick shower and dressed into my favourite creme sweater and dark washed denim jeans. I made my way down stairs to be greeted by Kyla, not to mention, she scared the bejeezes out of me because I thought she was a robber.
She handed me a cup of coffee, as we sat down on the couch together. We were watching The Ellen Show, "You know, Niall is so good in bed," she extended the 'so'.
My eyes widen because I couldn't believe she just naturally came out with that. She still just stared at the TV, like she said nothing. Then her lips crept up into a smile and she started giggling, I punched her lightly in the arm.
"You're so dirty," I said and giggled, as she rubbed the pain away.
"How are you and Niall? Apart from that," I screwed my face up, not wanting to picture them in bed.
She laughed, "Yeah, we're great," and she left it at that.
We both continued watching the TV, taking sips of our coffee.
"You know, Harry is so good with his head between my legs," I laughed so hard my chest hurt.
Kyla returned a punch to my arm, "and you call me dirty."
We laughed together, it's been a while since we've had some alone time together, and, I never knew how much I missed it.
"Will you be okay for Friday?" Kyla asked, looking at me.
She had to bring it up, didn't she? "Hophelly," I replied.
"It'll be okay," she rubbed my arm, "I'll be there with you, saying a final goodbye to your mother." I smiled at her, then we hugged.
She slapped my leg and stood up, "Come on, you got to go get ready."
"Ready for what?" I frowned.
"Your ultrasound today," she grinned, "oh, you don't mind if I come right?"
"Absolutely not, is Harry coming?" I asked hophelly.
"Yeah, he'll be here soon," she smiled, "so, come onnnn, I'm doing your make up." She jumped.
I groaned, "Ok, just for you."
We spent the afternoon in my bedroom, giggling and laughing, as she applied my make up, that we were almost late for my appointment.
Everything went well at the Ultrasound, the baby is quite healthy. I'm starting to get really nervous now, it's going to be so difficult for me, I'm only 18, and I'm going to be having a baby. Crazy.
Harry spent the night at my house and acted as my cuddle buddy. Nothing sexual, just cuddling and talking. I never thought I could find someone so perfect for me.