"So how was Ireland?" Liam asks from where he sits on his bed in his bedroom
"Good" I set his tshirts back in his dresser helping him unpack from the hospital "it was good to see my family outside of the hospital" I tell him
"That's good" he smiles "I know we were upset with you for leaving and not telling us where you were but I think it was good you went you seem less tense."
I smile happy that he's not pissed at me " thanks I think so too. Hey do you have any clothes that are too small for you I could have? All mine are too big and I feel bad wearing Louis' all the time" I ask him
"Um yeah I may have some in back of my closet you can check" he nods
"Thanks" I walk into his closet looking through his racks of clothes
"Why don't you just buy some more?" He asks confused
"I hate clothes shopping" I groan thinking about it
"Why don't you online shop thats what I do?" He suggests
I pull out a plain grey tshirt that looks too small for him and hold it up to my self "because I've lost so much weight I have no clue what size I am anymore"
"Right" he nods "you should go to the gym more. Muscle weighs more than fat" he tells me as I pull off my shirt
"I can barely get up the steps with my shit lungs let alone lift weights for hours" I tell him sliding the shirt on careful of the staples in my chest
"That looks decent on you. Better fitting than most your clothes" he tells me
"Yeah? Mind if I take it?" I ask him
"Nah go for it"
"Thanks" I take it off and continue going through his clothes "how's your leg by the way?" I ask him
"Alright. Doctor said I need to use crutches most of the time but those are a pain" he groans
"Oh trust me, I know,I had to use them for moths after my knee operation" I shake my head remembering how annoying that was
"Do you still hear from Zayn?" He randomly asks me
"Um no why?" I ask confused
He shrugs "just wondering. He's making solo music ya know?"
"Mm so I've heard" I mutter uninterested
I pull out a navy blue polo that looks small and start buttoning it on "hey" I hear Louis
"What you lads doing?" I hear Harry ask as they both walk in the room
"Nialls going through my clothes to find some that might fit him" Liam says picking at the cast on his leg
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Louis pretends to be hurt
"Nothing I just feel bad stealing your clothes all the time" I tell him
"Well we should have new wardrobes coming in for tour within the next month here" Harry adds
"Oh yeah I completely forgot about tour to be honest" I say walking out of the closet and sitting on the bed with them all
"Me too. Feels like we just ended the last tour" Liam agrees
"'M not ready for tour I'm tired just thinking about it" Louis groans
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Just Breathe
FanfictionI'll never forget that day. That day the doctor told me, I, Niall Horan, had cancer. Cancer. That awful, deadly disease that we all pray we never have to live with. I had it. It was there. Living, growing inside me like a weed. Tearing me apart, suc...
