I'm FaceTiming with Niall a couple of days later when Harry bursts into my cabin, startling me. "Have you seem my journal?" I'm caught off guard; I didn't even know Harry had a journal. "No, Harry, sorry. I didn't know you had a journal. What does it look like?" I reply. On my phone screen, Niall makes weird faces at me, and I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. "It's brown..." Harry pauses. "You know where it is," he says accusingly, pointing his finger at me. "You're trying not to laugh." I shake my head vehemently, cursing Niall. "No," I explain. I hold up my phone, screen facing toward Harry, and show him that I'm FaceTiming. "Niall kept making funny faces at me while you were talking," I say calmly. "I honestly didn't even know you had a journal until now. Maybe Emma knows something?" Harry tenses up. "It's probably one of her stupid pranks," he says, his voice not as threatening now. I nod. "Most likely. I know she and Lacey were planning something the other day." Harry apologizes, and leaves. I turn back to my phone. Niall looks worried. "I hope it's just a prank. Harry writes everything in that diary." I shrug noncommittally. "How do you feel today?" I ask him. Niall hesitates. "Um," he mumbles. "Niall," I say sternly, even though I feel like throwing up. "How do you feel?" He licks his lips, stalling. "Bad," he finally says. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Ally," Niall says before I can say anything more. "I don't know if I'm going to make it this time." A lump forms in my throat. "Liam and your mom both said the same thing," I say slowly. "Will you please tell everyone else?" Niall asks, his eyes pleading with me. "Lacey, Emma, Kat, Aubree, Harry, Zayn, and Louis all need to know. You and Liam are the only ones who really know the extent of it. Could you tell them tonight?" I swallow. "Tonight?" I repeat. He nods. "In case..." The words are like a punch in the gut. "Of course, Niall." I check the time. "I have to go, but I'll come see you later, okay?" I promise. He blows me a kiss, and I do the same thing back. When I set my phone down on my bed, I feel empty inside. The rest of the day, I move stiffly, not feeling much, or hearing anything. I feel like a robot, void of emotion. Please, God. Don't let him die. He can't die yet. He's too young. I love him too much. Please help him get better.
I'm at photography when a girl taps my shoulder. "Are you the girl who's friends got in a car crash?" I turn around. "Um, yeah, that's me. I didn't realize I was famous," I say icily. The girl doesn't notice my tone, or if she does she doesn't care. "Hey," she says. "You're dating Niall!" I nod. "How is he?" she asks. "How do you know him?" I reply, without answering her question. I don't want to talk to some girl who barely knows him. "I don't," she admits sheepishly. "But he's so hot!" I walk away, disgusted. Who does she think she is? Niall could be dying soon, and she's completely oblivious to everything except for the fact that he's hot. An unexpected surge of anger rushes through me, leaving me feeling paralyzed. Why is this happening to me? I get shipped off to camp and I meet an awesome guy who kisses another girl behind my back but I still love him, and then I find out he has cancer and might die, and meanwhile my dad has a tumor, I have another sister, and Ansley almost drowned. I pick up a rock and fling it as hard as I can. "I hope that didn't hit anyone," a familiar voice says. I pivot. To my complete and total surprise, Ava steps out from behind a tree. She smiles. "I came to see you," she says. A million questions run though my head. The thing she says next surprises me even more. "You must be heartbroken that Niall broke up with you," she says. What? "I went to the hospital, pretending to be you," Ava goes on. "And told him some things he didn't want to hear. And he broke up with me. Well, you. He thought I was you." I'm shocked. "Why?" I manage to choke out. "Why not?" she replies. I pull out my phone. How can I fix this?