"Niall, what the hell are you doing?" I screamed as I walked through the reception area. He was pulling out all of his injections and wires that were connected to him, the ones that were keeping him alive. I was scared for him, you know, because I didn't want to loose him. I nearly did and I'm glad he was ok, but there is never a second chance for him because he's been through so much. The thought of him being hurt made me cringe.
"Niall, mate. I wouldn't do if I were you" I warned him, with a calm tone, steping closer to him slowly. "They're keeping you alive" I held my hands out to his arms to stop him, but he pulled away.
"I want to leave this horrible, horrible place. And live a happy, normal life for once, without all this drama. But I can't, and will never be able to because I'm going to be behind fucking bars for ages!" he shouted with fear, looking up at me with tears in his eyes. "And I don't care if these bastards are keeping me alive. They're really annoying. Imagine having these things jammed inside your..I'm not even going to go there, mate! The only person who's keeping me alive is.." he paused, nervousness filling his eyes.
I frowned at his sudden stop, "Who Niall? Who's the only one keeping you alive?" I whispered, stepping a bigger step towards him. I want to help him, with anything. Whatever his problem is, I will do anything to help him through it. He must be terrified inside that little body, with everything that has gone on, I know I would be. But I'm stronger than him, he would never beable to go through all of this on his own without any one by his side.
"I doesn't matter" he growled looking away from me. His eyes were glued to the floor, as if something really big was bugging him.
"Niall you can tell me any..."
"Ahh Mr Horan. It's nice to see you ready and up" a voice inturrupted me, the voice Niall had been dreading to hear. I turned around and saw Matt Smith, the police officer, standing there, his hands in his pockets and learning against the door frame. He was playing with something in his pocket, but wasn't sure what, maybe a phone or something.
"We are in the middle of a conversation. Can't you see?" Niall said rudely, pointing between the space between me and him. He glared at Matt, still standing behind me, as if he was a piece of dirt. To be honest, I would be more than happy to see him, because he's taking Niall away from this place, that is what Niall wants, isn't it?
"You don't have time for any talking, son" Matt said, walking towards Niall and grabbing his shoulder, "Come with me, please" he looked down at Niall with disgrace. Those two walked off to the door to the police car that was parked neatly outside the hospital. I didn't get a chance to say good bye to him, and I remember Noah sayings that Niall had something to tell me. I guess I'll give him a call later on, but then again, he'll probably get his phone taken off him when he gets into the police station, so there isn't really any point.
I was alone, in this quiet, scary hospital. The quietness made it seem more scary and freaky. Behind me, I heard foot steps walking closer to me. I started to panic and my heart rates increased, but when I turned around I calmed down a bit. It was Noah. Only Noah. I'm kinda glad it was him, despite the fact of how much I hated, but only knowing him for a few minutes, I knew I could trust him. He held something in his hands, but I wasn't sure what it was. He handed it to me, and it was a piece of paper with long paragraphs scattered among the page. I started to read the first few sentences and my heart began to beat faster with every second. I looked up from the paper, and up to Noah, who still had his eyes on me. I frowned, with a little bit of tears appearing in my eyes. He can't be serious.
Oh my god.
This can't be happening.
Harry has brain cancer.