“Sean?” I clicked the phone on and felt my heart quicken.
“Niall,” his voice was full of tears and I choked up a little bit.
“Yeah?” I pursed my lips.
“I love you man, okay? And you’re going to get through this. And why am I just finding out now? I’m your best mate for christ sakes!” Sean yelled into the phone.
“Whoa, whoa. You just found out? Sean, I told the public, like two weeks ago. Why are you just finding out?” I pulled from Louis’ arms and sat down, my head spinning suddenly.
“I was camping for the last week in some state called Vermont in the US with one of my friends. We were packing all the week before. I guess I didn’t really pay attention to the news or what not,” Sean admitted slowly.
“So nobody even bothered to try to tell you before you left? I thought Greg told you,” I swallowed and closed my eyes in pain. Louis’ hand was on my back suddenly and immediate relief washed through my body.
“Greg just told me. He said he couldn’t get ahold of me before I left because he was too much in grief,” Sean nearly snarled at the end, “But I doubt that.”
“Calm down Sean,” I snapped, “Listen, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you know now and you should come visit. I need you.”
“What you need is some fun before you…,” Sean trailed off.
“I have a 70% success rate. Don’t talk like that!” I bit my lip and held back more tears.
“Fine. I’ll be down tomorrow and we’ll hang out as much as we can before I have to get back to work on Friday,” Sean sighed, “Promise me you’re happy.”
“Sean, I’ve never been more happy,” I looked up at Louis. His eyes stared down at me lovingly.
“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m catching a plane tonight,” Sean hung up before I could say anything and I frowned. He seemed more in pain than I did. Not many things bothered Sean to the point of tears, and I knew this was serious issue, but Sean would not have been that torn up about it. There was something else bothering him.
I guess I would find out about it later.
“Is everything okay with Sean?” Louis interrupted my thoughts.
“For some reason, he’s just finding out about me,” I sighed. Louis wrapped me in his arms and kissed me again, letting his sweet lips press against mine.
“I hope you know everything is going to be okay,” Louis pressed his forehead against mine and my heart skipped a beat again.
“Let’s go watch some TV until the boys get back for Wipeout,” I sighed. Standing up, I pulled Louis into Liam’s living room and felt my heart tear apart again. Nothing was ever going to be the same again, and I was going to have to deal with that.
“See you guys later,” Louis laughed as the door closed to Liam’s flat. He pulled me along the walkway back to my flat with his eyes glowing and a smile drawn on his face.
“What?” I asked, laughter bubbling through each word.
“Thank you for tonight,” his smile pressed on as he drew closer to me. Our lips met again and I sighed.
“I love you,” I whispered into his lips.
“I love you too,” he wrapped his free arm around my waist and kissed me again.
I rolled out of Louis’ arms and felt my eyes adjust to the dark room. The rustle of the wind against my window caused little to no help as I breathed out quietly from my utter lack of sleep.
I couldn’t keep my mind off of what could be bothering Sean. I know there was something else on his mind, but I couldn’t figure out what. He would tell me if there was anything wrong with him, but if there was anything wrong with anybody back home, he’d be way to torn up about it.
Why had it taken Greg so long to get ahold of Sean in the first place? I know Greg, and that does not even SEEM like him. ‘Too much in grief.’
Yeah, and I’m the freaking President of America.
Which that would be cool. I mean, I’d be Obama for Christ sakes.
That’s beside the point.
I needed to get home and figure out whats up. If I just saw them for one day before my chemo starts on Wednesday, then I’d be fine, but it just seemed like a risky trip. Even if I wanted to believe I was fine, I really wasn’t.
I hurt everyday. I had trouble breathing, and sometimes the worst part of it was I couldn’t even sit up after laying down all night long.
Was I getting worse, or is that just normal for leukemia patients?
I’d have to remember to ask Paul to look that up for me. If Louis or the rest of the guys found out that I’d be wondering about it, they’d flip out. I could only ask Paul.