{Saturday, July, 11th. 1:30 pm}

Days like these are the reason I remember I have cancer. Driving to the long, white, huge building filled with dozens of cancer diagnosed boys, girls, men, and women. It's just a sad place to go, and a place never wished I had to go. It gets worse though. When I walk in and get to go back to see my doctor my doctors feedme doses of cytostatics, which if were being completely honest doesn't help. Well it helps the cancer , but not my looks. It causes me to lose my beautiful brown hair and just feel so horrible. It makes me feel like I'm dying. Well, at least it's calming my cancer down and helping me from not actually dying. After the chemotherapy the vist to 'City of hope' doesn't get better. I have to walk down the hall only to go get radiation thephy. Ugh. I didn't sigh up for this life. I'm looking down the whole time walking to the radiation room. I day dream the whole way there not looking up since normally the halls are cleared at this time. But this time I accidently bump into a curly hair man who was exiting the room.

Me: "Oops, sorry I wasn't looking where I was going."

The curly boy, with amazingly bright green eyes chuckles. And my eyes widen at the deepness of his voice

Harry: "Hi, I'm Harry. I see you're a bit into day dreaming"

I nervously chuckle

Me: "Yeah, sorry. I'm louis"

Harry nods. "Well I really should get going, my mum is waiting in the lobby for me. Maybe I'll see you in support group on Friday?"

I gasp and forget to breath for a spilt minute. As soon as I see Harry move to walk to the lobby I let out a breath.

Me: "wait, how do you know I'm in support group?"

Harry smirks.

Harry: "The blonde guy who sat beside you is named niall. He's my mate. He told me he saw a beautiful man named louis with eyes as blue as the sea. I assumed that's you?"

I turn as red as a tomato and nod. Harry smiles the widest and brightest smile I've ever seen.

Harry: "I'm coming to the next support group with Niall. Hope you're there."

I nod and Harry slowly walks away towards the lobby. As I walk into the room the get my second treatment of the day all I can think about is the curly hair man I just met. And how much I can't wait till the next support group meeting.