The Exception (Narry)

fourteen

January 5th

I don't think I have ever cried so much in my life. 

You know that feeling, when you're just waiting and when you finally find out the truth and you get that feeling of both relief and heartache. My heart was hurting so badly. I felt as if my whole body was caving in on me and I just couldn't understand... why him?

Why did he have to suffer. Why is the world punishing his good soul. He had done nothing wrong. People always saw him as a carefree person. Little did they know, that behind the fake smiles, was someone who was suffering and in pain. How could one who seemed so strong and so young and full of spark be sitting on the edge of life and death.  

Do you remember when you were a child and for some reason you thought that you would live forever. That you would live happy and healthy and never die? Me too. I always believed that I would grow old and get married but now I knew that life doesn't last forever and in a matter of moments it can be taken away from you. 

"I'm sorry" 

Was all he kept repeating to me as he cried into my arms. He had no reason to be sorry. It was not his fault this was happening. I just hated seeing him so broken, so worn out. We had been sitting on my couch like this for hours.

My mum had come home as soon as I texted her and took Theo out to the park so Harry could talk to me. I knew that she knew the news Harry was about to tell me wasn't going to be good. I could see it in her eyes as they softened when she looked at me. Before she left she pulled me close and told me she loved me and that everything happened for a reason. But this definetly did not have a reason. Harry had done nothing wrong and I knew that I wasn't going to enjoy the news and at first I was more than confused and my first inital thought was that he was going to be telling me how he had cheated on me and how sorry he was. 

But boy was I wrong.

Harry had walked inside my house as he tried his best not to start crying. I knew something was wrong, I could feel it in my gut.

He looked so tired and worn out. There were bags under his eyes and his hair was flopped all over the place. He looked as if he hadn't showered in days and his clothes looked as if he had been wearing them continuously for the past week. 

"Niall, you might want to sit down" Harry swallowed and fiddled with his fingers.

"Okay" I had replied quietly, not really knowing what to say or how to react to this situation.

"Niall, I'm so sorry" He whispered, small tears rolling down his cheeks as he sat next to me.

"I thought I was getting better…I was doing so well…but then the treatment" He took a deep breath, his voice shaky "It stopped working and I"

His tears soon became sobs as I held him close to me.

"I'm dying Niall!" He cried out.

I didn't want to believe it. He couldn't be. No. I refuse to believe it.

"I was getting better Niall! I was" He cried.

I couldn't respond.

There were no words to respond with. 

"The tumour had shrunk and I was fine but then the treatment…it wasn't working the way it had been…and now its back and they said they couldn't do anything about it"

Hearing the words leave his mouth, I began to feel myself dying on the inside but I had to put on a brave face...for him. Harry had never mentioned his illness to me before...no one had ever mentioned Harry's illness before. 

"I'm dying Niall! I'm dying" He cried into my shoulder. 

I held him close to me as if my life depended on it. I couldn't loose him. There was no way. 

"I-It'll be okay" I tried to sound brave but I couldn't. The words left my mouth in a stutter and I spoke barely above a whisper. 

"I'm dying" He whispered, I only held him tighter. "I'm dying Niall, I'm dying"

And then he fell asleep. 

He had been so worn out and tired that he had fallen asleep in my arms. He looked so peaceful as the creases on his forehead began to soften and soft snores began to leave his mouth. I didn't want to disturb him so I left him to sleep and I think we stayed in that position for a good few hours before I slowly drifted to sleep along side of him. 

I didn't know how much longer the two of us would get to share with each other but all I knew was that I needed to cherish every moment of it and that he wasn't going to give up without a fight.  

I loved him. 

and he loved me. 

Why is the universe so cruel?

I'm sorry. 

Don't hate me. 

vote and comment. 

this was very emotional to right and i cried a lot. 

sorry it's short but I killed you with emotions so I'm keeping it brief but emotional. 

Ily. 

Also dedicated to @FrickinNarry for the amazing book cover! love you xx

Also if you want a chapter dedication just comment or I'll just start randomly choosing people. 

Ella. x