Torn - A Harry Styles Fanfic. (One Direction)

Chapter Two

Harry's POV.

~ 2 hours later ~

I wake up, to find that Amelia is still asleep, so I carefully get out of the bed, being cautious so I don't wake her up. I go downstairs and into the kitchen. The clock on the stove reads 5:38pm. They others aren't back yet so they probably went out to eat somewhere. So I decide to make a dinner for just the two of us.

I look in the fridge and find vegetables and some chicken breasts. So I put the vegetables in a pot with water and place it on the stove. Then I put the chicken breasts on a cooking tray and place them in the oven.

After about 20 minutes everything is cooked and I evenly serve it on two plates. I put them on the table, then, because I know, in about five minutes she'll be down here, because she has such good sense of smell it can bring her out of her sleep if it's a good smell.

And just I predicted, five minutes later Amelia comes down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hello sleepy head." I greet her.

"Hi, where's the food?" she asks. Then her sights set to the table and her eyes widen.

"You made this?" she asks as she walks over to the table.

"Yes, I did. You ready to eat?" I ask as I pull out her chair for her. She nods and sits in the chair and I push her in. Then I sit across from her and we begin eating. After we finish I get up and take our plates to the sink.

"That was really good HareBear." she says with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Thank you. I'm glad you--wait, HareBear?"

"Yeah, you gotta have a nickname you know."

"Yeah, that's true. You want some ice cream?" I ask as I walk to the freezer.

"Yes please, vanilla with chocolate syrup like always." she replies.

Then I hear a buzzing sound, which is probably her phone. And it was because she answered the call, then excused her self from the table and went upstairs to continue the conversation. Wonder what about.

Amelia's POV.

"Yes please, vanilla with chocolate syrup like always." I tell him.

After he gets out the ice cream my phone goes off constantly which means I'm getting a call.

"Hello?" I say into my phone.

"Hello there Amelia, this is Dr. Halbert, your test results came back earlier than expected." I hear.

I excuse myself from the table and go to my room. I close the door and continue the call.

"Okay, so what's going on?" I ask.

"Well, it's not swelling I'm afraid, you have a tumor. But luckily it's small, because we are able to give you the surgery you need for it. Either that or chemotherapy. Which ever you're more comfortable with." he tells me.

I'm completely frozen. Tears are starting to roll down my cheeks but I know I have to answer him.

"Uhm, I'll go with the chemotherapy. Thanks for informing me Dr. Halbert."

"Okay I'll put you down for next Saturday if that's okay?"

"Yeah that should be okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Good bye."

I hang up and just stare at my phone. Then in my mirror. Why me? Why do I have to have a tumor inside my head?! Then I realize Harry is waiting for me downstairs, so I wipe my tears away, stick my phone back in my pocket, and head back downstairs, just in time too because Harry just finished putting the syrup on the ice cream.