Louis

I walked into my hotel room and set my bag, phone, and coat on the dresser. I showed no emotion, like I was completely shut off from anything and everything. I walked over to the window and looked down at all the people on the streets.
Everyone was going on enjoying their lives like they had nothing to worry about. People shopping, people smiling, people drinking $5 or more cups of coffee… it all made me feel sick.
The realization finally hit me, and it hit me hard.

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“It’s bad Y/N” the doctor told me with a bit of sympathy in his voice.
“How much time do I have?” I whispered, not really wanting to hear the answer.
“About 2 months” he paused and looked at me, expecting me to breakdown. But I wasn’t going to. Not here. Not wasting time on that when I was getting closer to death with each second.
I just nodded and thanked him and left. I don’t even remember walking back to the hotel or passing all the fans outside asking for an autograph.
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I heard a knock on the door followed by Louis’ voice.
“Y/N it’s me. Can I come in?”
I walked over to the door and opened it to a very worried looking Louis.
He stepped inside and shut the door behind him and just looked at me.
My face was expressionless. The earlier news just shocked me. I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything right now.
He looked down at the floor as he spoke. “You know, we’ve all been worried about you.”
He looked up, searching my face for something, anything. I kept my straight face.
“You won’t talk to us about it and in interviews or when you do talk to us you’re just…” he searched his mind for the words.
“It’s like you’re somewhere else. It’s like you’re here but…. you’re not really here. You’ve been so distant.” He reached out to touch my cheek so lightly, like I was made of porcelain and he didn’t want to break me.
“You’re scaring me Y/N” he whispered, coming stepping close enough to rest his forehead against mine, his hand still caressing my cheek.
I looked into his blue/gray eyes, tears just about to brim over the edge. It broke my heart. Maybe even more so than the news from earlier. It wasn’t right to be keeping this from them. I only had 2 months. 2 Months to spend the rest of my life with the 5 most important people in my life.
“I’m so sorry Lou” I whispered, tears threatening to pour out of my own eyes now.
“Just tell me what’s wrong. Please Y/N. I miss you so much” Louis whispered back, tears staining his cheeks now.
I pulled back a little so I could look him in the eyes.
“Cancer” was all I could mutter before the tears streamed down my face.
The look of shock and heartbreak on his face was too much to bear. I walked over and sat on the edge of my bed and put my face in my hands and let the tears fall. I felt the bed dip to my right and strong, warm arms wrap around me, pulling me into him. He deserved the full story.
I managed to calm down enough to tell him when I first found out almost 3 months ago and how they said they could try radiation but it might not work. Then they tried the chemo and Louis mentioned how the boys all thought I was on drugs or something because I got so skinny and my hair was falling out, but he never believed it; he knew me better than that. I told him how the chemo just made me too sick. The hardest part was telling him what happened today. It was just too hard. How do you tell the person you love so much that you would literally do ANYTHING for them that you have 2 months to live?
I looked at him and rested his face in my palms.
“I have 2 months, Louis. At the most.”
That’s when all the life went out of his eyes.
“Y/N…” he whispered, not really knowing what to say.
“I love you Louis.”
Louis and I never spoke about our relationship out loud. We both knew how we felt about each other, but we never did anything about it. We just accepted it and figured it will happen naturally. We didn’t want to force anything because we were both happy just letting it pan out on it’s own.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about this sooner, but…. I just didn’t know how.” my voice broke.
“Y/N” he whispered, taking my face in his hands and kissing me slowly, but passionately. He didn’t want to break me, but he showed me just how much love he had for me.
He gently pushed me back on the bed and right after that first kiss, we made love for the first time. It was amazing and beautiful and I’m ashamed to say that we both cried a bit throughout.
Louis made me feel loved. He promised we’d make everything out of the next 2 months and he’d never leave my side. Eventually the public found out and the fans were heartbroken. I did everything I could to reassure them that this is just life. These things happen. But they were happy Louis and I were finally together.
About 3 months later, the doctors told me they couldn’t find any signs of the cancer. They couldn’t figure it out. It was like my body just healed itself.
Louis and the boys and I all cried so much that night, with joy. Liam was the one that mentioned maybe it was fate. After all, the cancer did bring me and Louis together.
6 months later, Louis proposed to me in Wembley arena in front of all our fans. I said yes.
5 months after that, we got married at the Rover’s stadium in Doncaster and took our honeymoon on a sailboat to a small tropical island.
It is now 1 year after our marriage and we are expecting our first child. A baby boy.
I still live each day as if it were my last and I’m so glad to have Louis right by my side.

Notes

I'm still making the a Liam one.... For the girl who requested it (:

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