Change My Mind

What If

The doctor told us that we caught the cancer in its earliest stage and that Aubree had a great chance of living if we treated her right away.

We scheduled an appointment with a specialist for next week and left the hospital. Harry held my hand the entire way home, and he stayed at my house for a while.

I put Aubree down to sleep and trudged back to my room where Harry was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

I crawled onto the bed next to him and rest my head on his chest. "I'm so scared." I whimpered. Harry ran his fingers through my hair and sighed.

"What if she dies, Harry?" I asked. Harry groaned slightly. "Please, Liv, don't say that. There's no 'what ifs', okay? She either will, or won't be okay." he mumbled.

I nodded and blinked back tears. "I'm worried about her. I don't want her to go through any of thay horrible stuff. She's barely three years old, and she's a baby." I cried.

Harry turned over on his side and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "Try not to think about it. Act as if Aubree is the same baby she was yesterday. She won't change. She'll love you just the same." he said.

I closed my eyes and snuggled into his side, hoping to fall asleep. It's not like I was enjoying laying on my bed with Harry. I just needed him there right now.

"I should have told you about Aubree sooner. If something happens to her, Harry, you don't even know her." I forced the words out as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Olivia. Just stop. You're thinking about things you shouldn't be thinking about. Just clear your mind. Do you want me to call Emma... or Niall?" he asked, painfully.

I shook my head. "Not right now. I just want to go to sleep." I replied. "Okay." Harry said. 

I closed my eyes again and breathed in deeply. I fell fast asleep and woke up a bunch of times during the night.

Every time I did, Harry's arms were around me and he was holding me close. I didn't want to move, afraid I'd wake him up, so I just went back to sleep.

Him being there for me and Aubree really helped me out. 

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My eyes shot open. "Aubree?!" I screamed. Harry jumped upright in bed and looked at me. "What just happened?" he asked, worry in his eyes.

"It must have been a nightmare." I concluded, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It was then that I noticed Harry didn't have a shirt on.

His abs were chiseled and his jeans were sagging a little. I turned away and hopped out of bed. "I'm going to check on Bree.." I said.

Harry nodded and pulled his shirt over his head. 

I hurried to Aubree's room to find her gone. "Elizabeth?" I called, as I ran downstairs. Elizabeth was in the kitchen feeding Aubree.

"She was fussing." Elizabeth said. I smiled softly and walked over to her. Aubree smiled in her highchair.

Lizzie wrapped her arms around me. "I know this is tough." she said. I sighed. "I hope she'll be okay." I replied.

Elizabeth tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You better go make all your phone calls." she said.

I groaned and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. This would sincerely SUCK.