Zayn POV

     "Mindy, what are you doing here?" My voice breaks through the disturbing silence, as I watched the black-haired slag (who used to be a frequent hook up), sitting on my bed.

   "Coming to see you, babe," she answered with what appeared to be a 'sultry' voice. Why had I ever thought that was attractive?

   "Look, Mandy-"

                 "It's Mindy," she cuts me off, in a snotty voice. Her 'sexy' facade cracking ever so slightly, giving me a harsh glare.

   "Right," I say while pushing both hands through my hair, pacing my room. "Of course, Mindy. You've go to go."

    "Why?" Her whiny voice makes me stop, giving her a look that I hoped said get-the-fuck-out-of-my-house-you-slag written on it. It seems that it didn't since she got off the bed - my bed - and sauntered over to me.

    "But Zaynie, you used to love it when I came over." She grabs the front of my sweater, her nails - or claws - digging into my chest.

     "Look," I say while pushing her away from me. "Get the fuck out of my house."

  "But bab-"

   "Out. Now," I practically yell at her, point at the stairs. The stairs that Niall had stomped down just a few days before. Taking the hint, she grabbed whatever stuff she had brought, and sauntered down the stairs - quite obviously moving her hips in a 'sexy' motion.

  Hurling open the door, she steps out before quickly turning around and 'tripping' right into my torso, forcing my arms around her. The next thing she did angered me even more than I already was.

   Her lips on mine felt out of place. They weren't warm, or soft. They didn't taste like pineapple.

                          They aren't Flo's.

  Pushing her away from me, she stumbles back slightly. "Never fucking do that again." I say, before something to the side caught my eye. There in Flo's driveway, Niall was crouched behind the car. I don't think he noticed her either, since he was giving me a glare.

 She was there, standing on her porch. Her body bundled up in winter attire, her button nose red and tears glistening in her ocean coloured eyes. She was crying.

 "Flo," I begin but she cuts me off, turning her back from me and running to her front door.

 "Ba-" The slag begins to say, placing her hand on my shoulder.

 "Shut the fuck up," I cut Mandy or what ever her name was, off.

  "Fine," she huffs before turning around. "You weren't a good fuck, anyways." Before slamming her car door and driving off. Meeting Niall's eye - who had stood up some time after Flo went back inside - and knew he was absolutely livid. His whole face was red, his eyes almost a black colour, filled with anger.

 "You fucking twat," he screamed. Surprisingly, he didn't take a step towards where I was stood on the edge of the driveway. He just stood there, fuming at me. Heaving in a breath, I walk up to him before stopping a couple feet away from him; a safe distance away.

 "Look Niall, she came on to m-"

  "You don't get it," he cuts me off, running his shaking hands through his brown roots before his crystal blue eyes met mine once again. "You don't get what the fuck you're doing, do you Zayn?"

    His form is still shaking, his hands balled up into fists at his sides. His eyes were ablaze, and his teeth grinded. He was more than mad at me. He looked like he could kill me, if he really wanted to.

    I raise my hands in front of me, before beginning once again.

 "I didn-"

 "You didn't what, Zayn?" Niall yells, cutting me off and throwing his hands in the air as he approaches me. "You don't realize how much you're hurting everyone!"

 "Can you fucking stop cutting me off," I yell back at him. He wasn't even a hair away, heat radiating through his body to mine. His anger - no, his hate - towards me was literally radiating through him. Pushing him away from me, I run my hands through my hair and take in a cold breath.

 Fuck, I need a cigarette. I think to myself, before digging into my pockets. Once finding the square box - filled with the only thing that could ever calm me - I opened it up, and put a cigarette in my mouth. Looking down at my brown construction styled boots and the slush-covered gravel, I forgot Niall was stood before me, until someone ripped the cigarette from my mouth.

 "What the fuck," I exclaim, before looking back up just in time to witness Niall squashing it under his runners. He's got to be kidding me.

 "What's your problem," I trudge towards him, keeping eye-contact with him. He couldn't just fucking do that. His blue eyes only showed one emotion - fury. I had never seen him so angry. He was usually so self-composed, keeping his emotions in tact. Niall never lost control.

    "You," his steel eyes bore into mine, before turns from me and began walking up the icy driveway. Confusion and anger built up in my chest, causing me to yell after him.

   "You can't just walk away from me!"

     "It's seems to be working," he angry yells back, not even giving me a glance. Cursing to myself, I angry walk up my driveway - careful not to fall on my ass like an idiot - and slam the front door. Breathing in a sigh, I rest my forehead against the wooden door, closing my eyes shut.

   What have I done?

Back to 3rd Person POV (because I can)

 Flo was muttering curses as she went straight to her bathroom after slamming the front door and getting out of her winter attire. Laying a hand on the banister for support, she trudge up the stairs and slugged into her bathroom, shutting the door quietly.

 Shrugging out of her clothing - ignoring the bruises strewn across her body - she turned on the shower, stepping in to the foggy cubicle once the water was warm enough. She knew she shouldn't have been under the scalding water just after going outside, in the freezing cold. She knew that, but she didn't care.

  After quickly washing herself, making sure to gently go over her bruises with the soapy loofah, she turned off the water before stepping out into the drafty air. Shivering, she huddled into a warm, fuzzy blanket before clearing the fog from the mirror.

   She hates herself.

  She wasn't perfect - far from it, actually - and she didn't like knowing she wasn't enough. Her once curvy, petite figure is now referred to as a skeleton, purple bags under her sunken eyes, and no hair. None at all.

   No wonder Zayn doesn't like me,  she thinks to herself. Pacing out of her bathroom, she walked in to her bed room to be greeted with a figure sat on her bed, in a cocoon of blankets. Her blankets.

 "Niall," she speaks his name out from her spot at the door. Looking up, he saw a tiny figure huddled up in a long towel.

  "Flo, you okay?" He asks, blue eyes piercing into her eyes. He knew she was far from okay, but he had to ask. Smiling, she walks into her closet before poking her head out at him.

 "Peachy." She smirks before closing the door behind her.

  Getting off he and out of the abundance of blankets, he shuffles to the closet door before knocking, "Flo?" Hearing muffled sniffles from the other side of the door, he wrenches it open and looks down at her shaking figure. She was now dressed in a Harvard sweater and dark leggings. "Why are you crying?" He asked, before nestling down beside her and wrapping her shaking form into his arms.

  "H-He doesn't l-like me, d-does he?" She asks him, looking at him through her tears.

 "I don't know," Niall answers her, swallowing the tight ball beginning to form in his throat. Tightening his arms, he continues. "I don't know anything about him, anymore." He mumbles to her.

 After she calmed down, they both sat silently in each other's arms on the floor of the claustrophobic closet. Cutting the silence, Flo began to speak.

  "Niall?" Startled from how loud her voice seemed to be, his eyes meet hers.

  "Yes?" He asks, confusion lasing through his tone of voice. Adjusting his position, he lays his back against the wooden door before gently hugging her tighter to him.

  "I'm sorry," she sighs before laying her head on his chest.

 "What for?" He sets his eyes on a box on the top shelf of her closet that read, 'memories; do not open.'

 "Ruining things for you," she sighs again. Pushing herself away from him, she nestles her head on an oversized panda bear (that she won at the town carnival when she was five), and kept her eyes on his. "For taking your life away. For getting cancer. For falling for him." Her voice is quiet, almost inaudible.

 "W-What do you mean?" Niall asks again, both angry and confused. Angry because it wasn't her fault she got sick, and confused as to why she was saying these things. Wringing his callused hands in his laps, she reaches towards her and takes her dainty hands in his.

 "You fell in love with him long before I did," She states, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Flustered, Niall closes his eyes and shakes his head.

 "I-I" He begins, but is cut off when skinny arms wrap around his shoulders.

 "It's okay Niall," she mumbles in his ears before giving him the comfort and love he needed. "Please don't cry," she says when she leans her head away from him. Not even noticing he was crying, he shakily wipes them away.

 "How?" He begins, before heaving in a breath and sniffling. "How did you know?"

 "I'm your best friend, Ni," she gives him a tired smile. "I just knew, and I'm so sorry for kissing him and liki-" Noticing her monotonous voice and the bags under her eyes, he cuts her off.

 "It's fine, Flo," he says before heaving them both off the dusty ground. "Why don't you take a nap? You seem tired." He gently coaxes her out of the closet, and on to her bed, making sure to bundle her up in every blanket. Kneeling down beside her, he sets his chin on his palms and looks at her. Really looks at her.

 He had been noticing the changes, even before she was diagnosed with cancer, but he kept dismissing them. She would always be his Flo. Always be his best friend, so he ignored it. Right now, though, he realized it was a mistake. He should've taken note of the fact the cancer was taking her away. Everyday, her bones keep on appearing more prominent, her hair - which was already gone - in no sign of coming back for a while, and her eyes tired. Always tired.

 The illness was taking her away from him. It was making her disappear, and he really didn't want that. It was far from what he wanted. He wanted, no, he needed, his best friend by his side. But, he knew their time was coming to a close.

 Niall knew he had to push his problems with Zayn away, for at least a little while, to focus on Flo. And that, is exactly what he intended to do. 

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(A/N) I really hope you guys don't mind the constant change of POV. I'm thinking of sticking to 3rd person for the rest of the book, so please give me feedback as to which one you'd prefer. This ISN'T EDITED, except I did try something new with the spacing out of things.. again, please give me feedback about it! 

I've been trying to update every other day, and noticed this chapter is almost at 100 reads! It's so exciting! Thank you so much for reading (especially you, Juliane) and sticking wih me! I'm not sure if I'll be able to update Sunday, since I have a thing Saturday, so please bare (bear?) with me! 

Gif on the side (Annasophia) is who I imagine Flo looks like (except with no hair). →→→

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