Charlotte’s P.O.V.
(Bold=Niall’s text, Italics=Charlotte’s Text, Underline=Zayn’s Text)
New Text: Unknown Number
Hey it’s Zayn! Niall gave us all your number so just wanted to give you mine!
Hey! And thanks for letting me know!
Hows it goin?
If I was being perfectly honest, I was in a huge amount of pain. All the needles that I had in me were starting to give me bruises, and I could barely move my arms without screaming. Tears had been streaming down my face after the first hour. I only had about a half hour left until I was free to go home for the night, but I was starting to believe that time had frozen. Niall was still texting me and he made me laugh a lot, which helped to take my mind off the pain. I still hadn’t responded to Zayn, it had been about five minutes since he texted me, I couldn’t find the words to say. I didn’t want to tell him, but I didn’t want to lie. He seemed to notice my hesitation.
Charlotte?
I’m okay, the needles just hurt
He responded within seconds.
NeedleS? As in plural? Why do have so many needles in you?
Oh, uh yeah, it is plural, and umm I guess they just need to run a lot of tests
You have been there for almost four hours. What else have they been doing to you? Have they only been shoving needles in you?
Again I hesitated, I didn’t know what to say, after the first couple needles they had put the drips in and then left me alone. So technically that is all they have been doing…
Oh, no they left me alone for a little bit while they did some tests.
Do you still have needles in you?
no
Bullshit
I cringed when I read his text. He knew I had been lying. Fuck. What was I going to do? I didn’t want him to tell the other guys.
Please, don’t tell the other guys
I’m on my way over there
No, please, I don’t want any of you to see me like this
None of the other guys are coming. I can just say I am running to get a new pack of cigs. And you need help, I’m on my way.
I read his last text and a muffled sob escaped me lips. He was being so nice; I just hope Niall doesn’t ask any questions. I couldn’t bear if any of them had to see me this way. I can hardly bare Zayn seeing me, but it is better than having them all come to pick me up.
Thank you.
Hey are you almost done? Sorry my phone went dead for a few minutes until I found my charger.
(To Zayn) Niall just asked if I was almost done, what should I tell him?
Tell him you still have about an hour left that should give us some time
(To Niall) I have about an hour left L Stupid tests!
Boo! I wanted you to see this! Harry and Louis are trying to do this crazy dance they found on youtube! Here’s a video!
I clicked the video and saw Harry and Louis acting like male strippers while Miley Cyrus was playing in the background. It was hilarious and made me laugh so hard that one of the nurses came to check on me to make sure I was ok. The video ended with Niall in front of the camera, wiggling his eyebrows and making stupid faces.
(To Niall) THAT WAS HILARIOUS!!!! I almost just died from laughing!!!!
Hey I’m here
(To Zayn) Ok, I’m not done yet. I will be in ten minutes. Will you please wait downstairs for me?
…ok. I don’t like it, but I will. Text me when you are done
At that very moment I was glad that Zayn didn’t try to argue with me. The doctor walked in and started to take out my needles. While he was doing so he started to talk to me.
“So how did the first treatment go?” His voice was soft; he saw the tears on my face and the bruises forming on my arms. He bandaged the spots where the needles went in with gauze and medial tape. There were six different places that were taped. Both elbows, on the inside of both of my wrists, and on the backside of both of my wrists.
“It was extremely painful. Is it always going to be like this?” I asked, my voice cracking as I bent my arms and felt the pain that the needles left behind.
“We hope not, but it all depends on how your body handles the medicine. However, I do know that the medicine will start to make you feel nauseous quite soon. Those symptoms won’t normally affect your body until about five hours after the medicine first enters your system, so I would assume you will feel the effects in about an hour.”
I grumbled, I hated the nauseous part of the medicine the most, it made me feel filthy.
“I have a couple more things to tell you before you go. Obviously, these sessions will make you tired, so make sure to get a good night of sleep. I know you are still underage, but only for a few weeks, but you should know that it isn’t wise to consume alcohol 48 hours before, or after a session, as it will react poorly with the medicine. Lastly, the new medicine will make it so that your hair falls out faster. I would give it about two more sessions until your hair is gone completely. I am sorry.” I let out a whimper, I knew that was coming, but I didn’t know it would happen so fast. “I would suggest that you get a wig, but if you would like to not wear one, that is fine too. But whatever decision you make, be proud of it.” He gave me a smile as he gently squeezed my knee. “You are free to go. We have e-mailed you a schedule, so just refer to that.” With that he got up and walked out of the room.
(To Zayn) I’m on my way down
I’m outside in a black car
My body was still adjusting to the medicine, and I was really weak, so I stumbled along the hallways and had to hold on to the sides of the elevator just to stay standing. I slowly walked out of the hospital. It was 8:30 and fairly dark out, the sun was casting the slightest bit of light as it was in the last few minutes of setting. I spotted Zayn’s car easily, he was parked in the same spot that they had dropped me off in. I staggered over to the car and saw Zayn inside looking at his phone. I gently tapped on the door and he quickly looked up. When he saw me he jumped out of the car and ran over to my side. He helped me into the car and closed the door behind me. He got back in the car and pulled out.
“Than—” He cut me off before I could finish.
“Wait until we are somewhere more private. I want to talk to you, but not where we could be spotted.
I understood and closed my mouth. My eyes slid shut, and about five minutes later I felt the car slide to a stop. I opened my eyes to see the beach staring back at me. A smile crept onto my lips. The beach was always one of my favorite places to go; it always helped me calm down. Unfortunately I had lived in Colorado which was landlocked, so I didn’t get to see it very often.
I looked over to Zayn and saw him scanning my body. I hadn’t put my jacket on at the hospital—it was too hard to put my arms through the sleeves without bending them, which hurt like hell.
He took my hands and gently pulled them closer to him. I shifted my body so that I was facing him. He was staring at all the bandages and bruises.
“What did they do to you?” He mumbled, loud enough for me to hear him. He bent down and placed his lips ever so gently on each of the bruises. That’s when I lost it. I went into hysteria mode, tears falling so fast they looked like a waterfall, sobs racing through my body as I flung myself into Zayn’s arms. He held me and stroked my thin hair. Whispering things in my ear that I couldn’t make out because of my sobs. I cried for at least ten minutes straight before I was able to contain myself a little bit. I pulled away, and curled up on the seat. Zayn moved to the backseat and pulled my gently with him. I lay on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. I sobbed even harder; I hadn’t had someone do this for me, or even broken down like this since Kylie.
I pulled away again and Zayn put his finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes held thousands of questions that I knew he was dying to know the answers to. I looked at him with blurry vision, and nodded, giving him permission to ask.
“What is the real reason you came here?” His voice was very soothing, and I knew that he wouldn’t say anything if I told him. I knew I could trust him.
I took a shaky breath as I explained. I talked in short bursts, and sobbed every few sentences. “About two months ago I was diagnosed with CLL. It is a very serious illness, and I was growing weak. The doctors told me about a special program they have here, with better medicine and a better survival rate. I begged my mom to let me go. It is true I’ve always wanted to live here, so I didn’t lie to you guys.” I didn’t look in his eyes while I was talking, but after I finished I glanced up. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. That was the look most people gave me before they told me that they were sorry—which I hated. But surprisingly he didn’t. Instead he pulled me into a gentle hug.
“I’m gonna help you with this. I will be here for you every step of the way.” I broke down again. I knew, deep down in my heart, that he meant it. I was glad; I needed someone to be there for me. Zayn was going to be the male version of Kylie. I smiled at the thought. Zayn gently pulled away.
“I only have two more questions. What does CLL stand for?”
“Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia.” Zayn’s eyes got even wider. I saw his eyes start to tear up a little and I was glad that he cared about me so much.
He nodded, and then asked is second question. “Earlier today, you said you wanted to move on from some things. Is this what you were talking about or is there more?”
I swallowed. Kylie was what I had mainly been talking about then. I took a deep breath and told him Kylie’s story. From the day she cut herself when I had my first treatment, to the letter, to the day of her funeral. I had never really talked about it before and it was nice to be able to talk to someone who had never known her, so he had an unbiased opinion. “…and I’m just so mad at her for leaving me right now. She was spot on in her letter—I am mad at her. She WILLINGLY took her life, and here I am fighting for the opposite! How could she do that to me?!!” I screamed, finally letting off all the anger I had towards her. “I miss her terribly, but I’m angry with her. I knew she had her reasons, but why now? WHY NOW!?” I was screaming at Zayn, but he knew why, so he didn’t try to stop me.
I finished my story, and before he could stop me I opened the car door and walked out to the sand. This beach didn’t look like it was surrounded by houses, or towns, and I didn’t see anyone on the beach. I lifted my head to the sky and let out a scream. A scram filled with so much pain, and anger and frustration. I sunk down to my knees and was caught by Zayn. I buried my head into his chest and wept and wept.

Notes

Ok, I cried a little while I wrote this, so I hope yyou guys find it as emotionaly as I did. I really tried to put a lot of emotion into it. Just so you know I am sticking with all One Direction's current girlfirends. Liam and Danielle, Louis and Eleanor, and Zayn and Perrie, so nothing will be happening between Char and Zayn.
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