"When did this happen?" Gemma said with a straight face. But inside she had a gush of emotions. Emotions that she could not tell apart. A thousand thoughts were clouding her head. A thousand questions to be more precise. Her head felt like it was being banged against a wall. Tears were clouding her eyes as she tried to restrain the dam from flowing . Her hands were shaking and there were knots in her stomach.
Even with all of this happening, she managed to keep a straight face.
Just like Harry had asked her to do.
Yes.
Gemma could very distinctly remember her last conversation with her brother.
It had been carved in her head, for millennium.
But the one thing that made her mouth flinch into a small smile.
A broken smile, but a smile.
Was that she got to say goodbye.
She got to tell Harry how much she loved him.
She got to kiss his forehead and call him a frog just like she used to when they were five.
"You look like a frog even more when you are sick!" Gemma exclaimed as a pillow flew to her face not letting her say what she was going to next.
"You're a bitch." Harry said laughing.
"Am I?" She said as she sat at on the stool besides Harry's bed.
"Mhmm." He said nodding his head in agreement.
Gemma's face softened up. Seeing Harry in his avocado jumper. His messy hair that had been left uncombed for more than a week. His lush green eyes matching the outfit he was wearing for the third day in a row.
It brought back memories.
"So what did the doc say?" Gemma asked with a slight tone of concern in her voice.
Harry, who sensed that tone quite easily, turned his body towards her and began "Gems I am not going to lie. Things are not getting better and I am glad the doctors are being honest with me because I do not want to be told that there is progress and die the next day"
He saw as Gemma tried to interrupt him.
"No Gemma let me complete. Yes things are not going that great. But I am happy. I went to the fair with mom yesterday and I think I am having a good time! I mean they sell delicious tacos" he tried to fake an Italian accent which only caused Gemma to giggle. "I mean yeah I am around the people I love, you are there, mom and dad are there, Niall is coming back from Ireland tomorrow and then there is lia- "
Harry paused.
"Are you still thinking about that hazza?" Gemma asked as she extended her hand to cup harrys face.
" please tell me you will not show you're emotions in front of mom when m gone. Please tell me you will stay strong and live a long wonderful life. Please tell you will marry some guy, or girl" Harry said as he winked which only caused Gemma to hit him on his head. "Promise me that you will be there for mom."
"I promise."
Gemma said pulling Harry into a tight hug.
Gemma has seen this side of Harry after a long long time.
The same five year old who baked cookies with mom and played pretend tea party with his sister.
"Yesterday evening." Anne replied. "We rushed him to the hospital but it was too late." She said looking down at her feet.
