Forever My Heart

Chapter 11

Melanie's POV:

Today, Harry has to come and see me. It will not be the first time I have seen him, but I am still nervous. It is true, it is not given to everyone to receive a visit from a singer recognized all over the world.

I decided to stay soft, black pants and a yellow blouse. I also chose to leave my hair natural and detached. And as usual, I do not wear makeup. Not because I do not want to, but I think my skin is in good enough condition that I do not cover it with makeup.

I sit at my desk writing in my diary, I write all my life in it, so that there will remain a trace of me in this world and I will bequeath it to the person closest to me at the right time. I jumped in my chair when I heard knocking on my bedroom door. "Come in!" My door opens to a handsome Englishman wearing a skinny black jean, a grey t-shirt, and a long black coat. He tied his curly hair in a bun. My smile widens at the same time as his, revealing his magnificent dimples.

Me: Hi!

Harry: Are you okay?

Me: For once yes.

Harry: Good then.

Me: You can come in, you know, I don't bite. Behave as you were at home.

He hesitated for a few seconds and decided to enter. He removed his coat and shoes and carefully laid them in front of the coat rack. He then sat beside me on my bed.

Harry: I'd rather see you like that.

Me: What do you mean by that?

Harry: No tears and a smile.

I began to blush with shame, it is true that the last time he saw me I was not to my advantage. I was all sweaty, in tears because of that stupid injection.

Harry: Sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Me: No don't worry, it's just that I really wasn't to my advantage.

Harry: By the way, do you want to explain to me what this disease is all about? I feel like it is more complex than I imagine.

He gave me a slight smile, a compassionate smile. Maybe to encourage me to tell him everything.

Me: OK. So where to start... I was diagnosed with illness when I was one year old. After several bouts of shortness of breath, the doctors thought I had asthma but when the treatments didn't work, they did the more tests. They realized that I was suffering from heart disease. How simple, if I didn't live here, I could die at any moment. The treatments don't cure me, but they save me time.

Harry: Time for what?

Me: Time to find a donor, only the transplant will allow me to live. I run out of breath very quickly, that's why I can't go out without a doctor. If I don't take my medication at specific times, my heart may stop beating at any moment.

Harry: It must not be easy, and it must be painful for you.

Me: Honestly, it depends, sometimes it's unbearable, like last time ... And other times I think it could be worse.

Harry: I understand, at least if you need help, I'm here.

Me: Thank you, really. But I warn you, if we're going to see each other again and eventually become friends, there will be rules.

He raised an eyebrow as a sign of incomprehension.

Harry: And can I know which ones? He said in a teasing tone.

I smiled at him and went on:

Me: First, having pity is prohibited, or to look at me as you do!

Harry: How do I look at you?

Me: With a compassionate air, I don't want it, I want to be normal through your eyes.

Harry: OK, second rule?

Me: Always have a smile. And finally, no secrets between us, we have to say everything whether it's positive or negative.

Harry: That sounds pretty good to me, where do I sign it?

Me: There is nothing to sign idiot!

I give him a pat on the shoulder, and we start bickering. I love his joking and teasing side! We spent the rest of the day together and it was even going to get Asian food so we could eat together in the evening. I must admit that I appreciate it because hey, the hospital food is borderline. He also categorically refused to let me pay my order, but I told him that next time it was for me, he told me that this is what we were going to see so I think it will be a constant fight between us in the coming times.

By the time he left, I was a little sad, but he promised me that he would come back and that they would try to negotiate to get me out of the hospital so that I could go to his house, accompanied by Trudy of course.

Me: You send me a message when you're home.

Harry: Count on me, see you soon!

He took me in his arms and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek before leaving.

I think I am starting to play a dangerous game, that of getting attached to him and even developing feelings that I had refused to have until I was guaranteed to live long.