Chapter 1:
I kicked the football in frustration at the net.
I hate myself.
I can't seem to ever be fine.
The ball sailed through the net at the top right corner.
Stupid doctor.
Always ruining things.
I thought that I had gotten rid of that stupid tumor but no, it's still there.
Cancerous tumor that is.
I have a tumor in my left arm.
It's type four too.
I hate chemo.
I had just gotten better as well.
My hair started growing back and I started to gain more weight.
Now two years of physical training down the drain.
I hate my life.
"Hey Em!" I heard a voice call.
I turned around to see my twin brother running towards me.
"What is it Niall?" I asked, my bad mood causing me to snap at him.
"We're leaving soon. You might want to get ready, yeah?" he told me.
I groaned and we both walked inside.
"Our flight leaves at 7." He reminded me before I sprinted up to my room.
I kicked off my cleats and put my combat boots on.
I shed my shirt and picked up my Aeropostale sweatshirt.
Before I put it on, I looked in my full length mirror.
My fingers traced over the scars on my abdomen.
I had kidney cancer when I was six.
That wasn't too bad, because they just took my kidney out.
My hand traveled to my left arm.
It's always sore at the touch.
I winced as I traced my fingers over the scar.
It travels up my whole arm.
The doctors thought it would be smart to make an incision like that because the tumor traveled up my whole arm.
I guess they didn't know that it would come back, stronger than before.
I looked up to my face.
I can't believe my hair grew back blonde.
It was brown before they discovered the tumor in my arm.
I guess I'm now the splitting image of Niall.
I even wear my hair like his sometimes just to fool people.
My hair is just about as short as his.
I sighed and pulled my sweatshirt over my head.
Sometimes I feel bad for Niall.
Our parents were constantly helping me because of my sickness.
He usually never gets the spotlight.
Even Greg wasn't the favored child, and he's the oldest.
We don't really get along that well because of that purpose.
"C'mon Emily! We don't wanna be late!" Niall shouted from downstairs.
I quickly grabbed my phone and ran back downstairs.
I went to grab my suitcase, but he stopped me.
"Here, let me take it." He insisted.
"I'm not helpless Niall." I took the bag from him.
He flashed me a smile and we both walked outside to his car.
We got in and he backed out of the driveway.
"When do you plan on telling them?" he asked.
"I won't." His eyes averted from the road and to me for a quick second.
"You know you're going to have to tell them. Or else they'll find out." he stated, "you know how Harry is with you."
I sighed.
He's right.
Harry is very overprotective of me.
Ever since we met we just clicked.
I remember him sending me letters while they were on tour and I was in the hospital.
We're best mates and I don't know what I would do without him.
"You packed your medicine, right?" he asked.
I nodded.
He's always looking out for me.
I rested my head on the window.
I'm actually quite excited that we get to see the boys.
I just don't know how they'll react to my big news.
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