The car ride back to camp is mostly silent until Niall says, "I had a really good time with you today, Ally. I'm glad we did this before..." he pauses. "Before I die." My breath catches in my throat. "What do you mean? Are you sick again?" I ask. He shakes his head. "No. But if I get sick again, there's a slim chance I'll make it." I look out the window at the passing scenery. "There's also a slim chance you'll get sick again," I reply defiantly. Niall is quiet for a minute. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I just don't want you to be caught off guard if anything happens to me." I pick at my nail polish. "I've been worried about something like that happening since I met your mom and she told me that the doctors didn't think you would make it." Niall's grip on the steering wheel tightens. "The doctors can be wrong," he says. "I know," I say. The rest of the ride passes in silence. When we reach camp, Niall pauses before getting out of the car. "Has Zayn said anything to you?" he asks. I hesitate. Should I tell him about the texts? I pull my phone out of my bag, and click it on. I pull up the texts, and hand the phone to him. He reads the messages, his face tightening in anger. "Niall, I don't know if they're from Zayn or not," I hurriedly add. Maybe I shouldn't have showed him. He steps out of the car and slams the door shut loudly. I groan and open my door. "No, Ally. Stay here," he says firmly. "I don't want you getting hurt again." I step out of the car anyway, refusing his suggestion. "No, I'm coming," I reply. "I want to be there. I deserve to be there." We head off toward Zayn's cabin where he usually spends most of his time when he's not doing his electives. Niall pounds on the door and a second later, the door flies open. When he sees both of us, he looks less than thrilled. "Can I help you?" he asks tartly, glaring at me. His gaze is so intense I have to look away. I study my shoes dutifully while Niall talks. "Can you please explain the texts you sent to Ally?" he says, his voice calm on the outside, but I can tell he's trying to hold it together, and barely succeeding. "What texts?" Zayn replies, sounding bored. "The ones saying that you were coming on our date, and that Ally would have more fun with you," Niall says angrily. "Oh, those," Zayn says nonchalantly. "So it was you!" I accuse, furious. Zayn shrugs and then nods a little. Niall clenches his fists at his sides and Zayn takes two steps back. "Whoa, I don't want to fight again," he says. "I just want Ally." I fume at how he talks about me; like I'm a prize and not a person. Niall opens his mouth to talk but I hold up a hand and silence him. "If you like me, that's fine," I say. "I don't care. But don't go kissing Emma and making her think you like her, and most certainly don't kiss me." Niall looks at me, shocked at my outburst. "You think you're so great, Zayn, but there's nothing great about you," I continue, unabashed. "You're just a filthy, lying, disgusting bastard! I wouldn't be surprised if no girl ever wanted to date you. You're a creep, and you need to learn where your boundaries are, or if you even have any." I'm shaking with anger by now. "And don't talk about me like I'm a prize and not a girl, you sexist pig! I'm a person too!" I whirl around and stomp off, leaving a stunned Niall and Zayn in my wake. I find a quiet area of the camp where I've never been before and sit with my back against a tree. I'm seriously debating leaving camp. I'm not sure how much longer I can do this.