Chapter Eight

 (A/N) NOT EDITED.

"How are you today, Flo?" Nurse Rhonda peers up at Flo from across the table, gloved hands still flickering through the plastic bins and assortment of needles. Chuckling, Flo flattened her hands on the table.

 "A lot better, actually," she smiles are Rhonda, praying she'd buy it. She didn't.

 "Right," she quips, before going back to her handiwork.

 "So," Flo drawls, causing Rhonda to peer up at her once again. "How long do you think I have?" She knew Rhonda hates to be asked, but she was dying (literally) to know.

 "Well," Rhonda shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "The doctor has already set an estimation."

 "Really?" Flo practically yells, ecstatic about how her future was beginning to set in stone.

 "Yes," Rhonda curtly nods, nudging Flo's arm towards her. Sticking the needles in her forearm, she draws blood before continuing. "Three months," was all she said before packing up and walking out the kitchen door, leaving Flo in a bewildered state at the kitchen table.

 She only had three mere months of her whole life, to actually live. It was frightening, depressing, but it was okay. She was surprised, at how okay she was with it. She was okay with knowing when everything was going to end.

  She'd just have to make the best of it.

 Taking her variety of vitamins, she skimps up the steps and into her room, set on the plan she had made up yesterday. Today was the day she was going to confront Niall and Zayn. Together.

 Humming to herself as she quickly got dressed in her signature style of an over-sized sweater and sweat-pants, she set out to tell her mother what she had planned.

 "So, you're telling me you're going out to interrogate your two best friends?" Mrs. Johnson questions, clucking at her daughter's fiasco of a plan. "You know you're not in a good state to do this, Flo. Especially outside, in the winter. The freezing, cold, bitter winter." Her mother enunciates every word, as though it would convince her daughter to stay bed-ridden, inside her home.

 "Mum," she bickers. "They're my best-friends. I'm sick, yeah, but there's something going on and I need to find out. Even if it amounts to going through drastic measures." She huffs. "I will find out."

 She quickly kissed her mother on the cheek, before stepping into her winter attire - containing a toque, a scarf, a parka, and mittens. Slipping through her front door - not without throwing a cheeky smile at her mother - she trudges over the middle of her driveway, and stands there contemplating on what she should do (her plan wasn't exactly that furnished).

 Once she got an idea - something that would make both of her boys to either peer out their windows or run of their homes - she went at it.

   Flo screamed. Not a i'm-on-a-roller-coaster-and-scared-shit-less-but-enjoying-myself-scream, but a holy-shit-i'm-being-attacked-scream. She was surprised at how loud she was - panicking a bit for her lungs - but continued on, until she heard two doors slam. Not realizing she had shut her eyes, she opened them to be met with two bewildered teenage boys standing in front of her, shocked and confused expressions on their faces.

 "What the fuck, Flo?" Niall exclaimed, rushing over to her and caging her in his arms. "What's wrong? Why did you screamed?" His voice is rushed, filled with ambition and worry - making Flo feel only a bit bad (not much, though).

 "I think I know why," Zayn grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. "You were looking for attention, Flo?" He inquired, bending his head down to her level to look right in her eyes. It made her quite uncomfortable - since they had kissed just the other day, and then he broke her heart the next - but Flo quickly pushed away those thoughts, hiding them in a locked safe at the back of her mind.

 "Pretty much," she smirks at both of them, wiggling out of Niall's arms. "You guys are being ass-hats, so I am here to find out why," she states, crossing her eyes and giving them and intensive look.

 After a few minutes of them all just staring at one another - well, mostly Niall and Zayn glaring at each other - Flo huffed, kicking slush at them with the toe of her boot, until their pant legs were soaked.

 "What the hell!" Zayn bellowed, shooting Flo a pissed off look. "What's your problem?"  He asks, his chest heaving up and down with fury. He was done with her antics.

 '"You," she points at him. "And, you," she points at Niall."

 "At us?" Niall quirked, motioning between himself and Zayn.

 "Yep," Flo quips, tugging her toque over her ears. "I want to know what's going on, and why you guys are acting as though you both had rods up your ass'," she glares at them, shuffling over towards them.

 "Well-"

  "He's jealous." Zayn cuts Niall off, giving Flo an inquisitive look.

 "You've got to be kidding me, Zayn," she scoffs, stepping towards him until they're a hairs away. "He's not jealous of me, you idiot. Tell me the real reason," she snarled, pushing him away before stepping beside Niall.

 "I got angry at him first, Flo," Niall states, peering down at his shoes.

 "Why?"

 "Because he hurts you," Niall bellows. "And you don't do shit about it, Flo! You just walk away every-fucking-time, and I'm left there to pick up the pieces. I'm tired of having to clean up the mess' he makes," his little rant cowers towards a whisper towards the end, his hands shaking.

 "I-"

 "Don't, Flo. Just don't," Niall murmurs, before walking towards his house.

 "Niall!" Flo yells after him, reaching towards him, causing him to whip around.

 "What?" He snaps, instantly feeling embarrassed and ashamed of the way he was acting towards her. "I'm sorry," Niall murmurs, brushing his hands through his wispy hair. "I'm sorry," he sobs, before crouching down to the floor.

 Rushing towards his shaking body, Flo crouches down in front of him and wraps her frail arms around his body. "I'm afraid, too," she murmurs, letting her fingers caress the hair at the nape of his neck. Sniffling, he wraps his arms around her neck, nuzzling his nose against the crook of her shoulder.

 Feeling another pair of arms place around them, they both look up to be met with a teary-eyed Zayn, who's hair was mussed, biting his lip. "I'm sorry, too," he apologizes, before squeezing both of them against him. Sniffling, he begins to speak. "I'm afraid. When I wake up, I'm afraid you won't be there Flo. I'm so scared," his voice breaks towards the end, a sob escaping his throat.

 "I'm afraid of dying," Flo sniffles. "I'm afraid of going away, forever, and leaving you too. I'm afraid somebody else might take my place, you know? I want you guys to get along. I know it hurts you - you, both - to be angry with each other. I just-" she sobs, squishing the boys against her. "I just love you guys so much, okay? Just remember that."

 And they did remember that, because no one could ever replace their Flo Johnson. The little girl with curly, blonde pig-tails they both adored, and cherished. She would never be forgotten.

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(A/N) This is not - I repeat - this is not the end. This story might be around 15-20 chapter the most, so yay. 

Also, I'm going to try to make this story much more realistic from now on, since Cancer is such a hard thing to go through. Since Flo isn't going through treatment, things are only a bit less (ONLY A BIT) intense. Things will become much, much harder for her - and for her family, Niall and Zayn - very, very soon. 

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