"We know full well there’s just time"
Harry: Your last day of chemo really drained you. As you were wheeled back into your hospital room, you hear a faint deep voice, you knew it only belonged to one person, Harry. You opened your eyes slightly, seeing him and tried to smile. You hated that he always had to see you like this, in pain and depressed. “Hey Hazzy.” you mumbled as he picked you out of the wheelchair and placed you on your bed, him snuggling next to you. “Good afternoon, baby girl.” he said smiling, though you could tell he was breaking. Seeing his little sister, basically dying was hard for him. You looked over to him and sighed deeply. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, he placed his head in your neck and began to sob, as you tried to comfort him.
"It’s not about not about angels, angels"
Zayn: You were dying, plan and simple. The doctor told you family that you didn’t have much time left. So they all decided to bring you home, let you die in peace in the safety of your own home. You always loved to sing and play piano when you were well, so when you arrived home, there was your older brother standing next to a new grand piano smiling weakly at you. He walked up to you and took your shaking hand, “I bought this for you, baby girl. I wanted you to have it.” Zayn smiled, sitting you down on the bench. “Thank you Zayn.” you mumbled kissing his cheek. “Now, y/n, give it a shot!” he said sitting next to you, smiling. You cleared your throat and began to play shakily, but then got the hang of it. You began to sing, trying your best and ended the song easily, looking at your crying brother, hugging him tightly.
"Don’t give me up"
Louis ((his pov)): I didn’t know that all this was happening while I was performing on stage. I invited my whole family to the Manchester concert, including my baby sister who was near death with cancer. I knew she always wanted to see me perform before she died, so I did just that, getting her front row seats. I looked out into the crowd, seeing my mother on the floor with my baby sister, crying, screaming to her. I dropped my microphone as the boys looked to see what I was looking at and they all crowded around me, dragging me backstage. The concert was canceled early and the ambulance was called. I arrived to the hospital a little while after she did and ran into her room. I saw her, an oxygen mask on, her eyes closed and her face pale. I walked up to her, and held her hand tightly. “Don’t give up y/n! I haven’t given up on you!” I yelled and dropped my head onto her arm and cried.
"Cause what about, what about angels? They will come, they will go, make us special"
Niall: You lied in the hospital bed, unconscious, a breathing tube the only thing keeping you alive. Your family had decided that today was enough, your small body couldn’t take it anymore. Your brothers Greg, and Niall came in and cried as the tube was taken from your body and the heart machine started to go down. Niall sat in the chair next to you and sang, “Cause what, what about angles? They will come, they will go, make us special”. He heard the heart breaking sound, of a heart flat lining and screamed, crying over your now cold body.
"If your heart was full of love, Could you give it up?"
Liam: You were in need of a new kidney, and the only person to have the same blood type as you was Liam. You didn’t want him to give you his kidney, but without it you would die. The night before the surgery, Liam stayed with you and expressed how much he loved you. “Get some rest, y/n.” He whispered, pulling you head into his chest, as he began to hum. The next morning he woke up before, shaking your very pale body. “Y/n, babe? Wake up.” he whispered, and you didn’t respond once again. He looked up at the heart machine and noticed you flat lined. He became frantic and screamed, hitting the nurses button, holding you close sobbing into your hair.