AL's POV
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I stayed in my room for a week. I didn't go to school, they didn't make me. I just texted Darren and my friend's while they were in class. I also texted my adult friends. Such as: Liam, Niall, Zayn. Most of my life they've been my best friends. They're wives mever really liked me though. I don't know why. I never did anything wrong. They just naturally don't like me. I wasn't going out of my room. Harry left a plate of nourriture outside my door for every meal. He didn't open my door. He knows how sensitive I can be. How I really wanted to talk, but I wouldn't ou they'd just wait until I told everything I felt to "Uncle" Liam and he would tell Harry ou Louis. And so, thats the way it goes. They find out everything. The only one who won't tell my dads anything is Zayn. I can trust him. But Liam's my favori to talk to. He has the funniest, best advice, and he cares a lot. Of course, Liam might tell Darren things. I worry about that a lot. 

DARREN's POV
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She wasn't in school all week. I was so worried. I haven't talked to her since I told her I loved her. She had a horrible day, it was too early and not the right time. She must hate me now. I flipped my light brown curly-ish hair to get it out of my face. Out of my tears. It was Saturday. 
"Dad! I'm going out."
"Alright. Don't be out to late!" Liam called.
"I won't!" I called back.
I ran out the door with 10£ in my pocket. 
I ran to the fleur shop. I got a bouquet. I ran to their door. 
I knocked. 
"Hello." Harry said.
"Hi." 
"Liam?" Harry asked. 
I looked exactly like my dad. I even had that birthmark on my neck, but in a different spot. And I inherited the kidney problem from my dad too. We both had rough childhoods. But it's okay now.
I could tell Harry had been crying.
"It's Darren." 
"Oh. You've gotten so tall. Have toi come to see Al?" 
I nodded.
"In her room." He a dit pointing up the stairs.
I ran up and knocked. 
"Don't come in."
"It's me."
"Darren?"
"Yeah."
"Come in."
I handed her the flowers. She smiled. Probably the first time all week. Her cheeks were shiny and damp. Obviously she'd been crying. Her eyes told me she was actually happy. She leaned her head against my chest. She obviously needed comfort after being alone for a week. I could feel her tears sinking through my shirt.
"Don't cry. I was born with a bad kidney. It hurt a lot. But it's okay now. It was taken out. And now I only have one kidney, but toi can live with one. Just like you. toi had cancer, but now toi don't. And it's all okay now. You're fine. And toi won't get it again."

"Thank you." she said, my chemise muffling her words, "I l’amour toi too." she a dit as she picked up her head and looked me in the eyes. Her eyes. They way they looked into mine. She was serious. 
"You're the best guy any girl could ever have. You're so supportive. I l’amour you. Please, don't ever go. You're too perfect. Everything about you... Everything."
I smiled brightly.
"I l’amour toi too. I won't leave. I promise." 

AL's POV
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I didn't know he could sing. But apparentally he can. He started chant Louis' favori song. Look After toi par The Fray.
"Oh, oh, oh be my baby. And i'll look after you." he sang quietly running his fingers through my curls. I had an empty vase in my room. I plopped the bouquet in there.
"Hey now, steady love, so few come and don't go. Will you, won't toi be the one I'll always love." He continued to sing quietly.
"Yes." He was chant the line. But I knew he meant it. 
He smiled. I truly loved him. I was feeling my worst 20 minutes ago.
He lights up my world like nobody else.