Until That Time {h.s au}

chapter eight

~Greyson Clarke~

There are some day where I wake up and everything seems as though it is okay. My mind wakes up when my eyes open and my body moves with just as much joy as I feel in my heart. My words come out the way I want them too and the smile that falls onto my face is one of content.

But today is not one of those days.

Dr. Andrews told my brother about this, warned me for weeks that this was going to come quicker than we realize. That there was going to be one day where I'm okay and then the next I'm not. He said it was going to take longer for the good days to come back before they simple vanish forever, just like I will.

My head is pounding so loudly I feel like everyone around me can hear it. My palms are cold even though I feel like I have stepped into the pits of hell. My eyes feel heavy, like opening them is now the hardest thing I can do as I desperately try to signal to someone that I am still here. But I can't. For some reason, it is as though I am frozen in time.

But then I think of Harry.

For some reason — while I'm laying in my bed terrified out of my mind that today is going to be the day where I say goodbye — my thoughts roam to the curly headed boy a few doors down.

Like magic my eyes open, it's a small blink at first. Finding myself trying to adjust to the light that is peaking through my opened curtains. My head feels like it is on fire, pounding through my skull like a drum as I let out a shaky breath.

"Hey, love." I hear his deep voice echo through my ears.

He looks so soft, so cuddly as he has on a pair of old sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I want him to climb into the bed with me, letting my pounding head finally feel a comfort on his chest. His hair was in front of his face, still wet from just getting out of the shower. His smile was wide on his face, making me feel as though my eyes fluttering open was the best part of his day.

"Harry," I say softly, turning my head slowly to look at him as a smile falls onto my face. "What are you doing here?"

"Look what my mum brought," he smiles, lifting his hand up as he holds a box with 'The Office' written across.

"Where did you get that," I whisper, trying my hardest to sit up as he runs his hand across my forehead and down onto my cheek.

"My aunt lives in the States," he says softly, his hand never leaving my face as he flashes a dimpled grin. "Had her ship it to me as quick as she could so we could watch it together."

"I don't know if I can watch it today," I say slowly, the words jumbled in my head.

"Are you okay," he asks, his voice flooding with concern as I smile weakly.

"Yeah," I promise, closing my eyes as his cool palms feel like heaven on my clammy skin. "Just have a headache."

"Want me to get Stevens?" He says, already reaching towards the small button behind my head to try and signal to the nurses station.

"Medicine makes it worse," I sigh. "It's me sick. I can deal with a headache, but I hate throwing up."

"Okay," he whispers, taking his hand back onto my face as he softly strokes the side of it. "What can I do?"

I turn to look at him, his eyes holding pity as I flash him a small smile. I move slightly to the right on my bed, ignoring the pounding in my head as I lay it back down onto the pillow. He is watching my every move intently, narrowing his eyes together in worry before I look at the empty spot beside.

"Lay with me?" I asks, my eyes locking with his as he lets a smile spread onto his face.

"Yeah," he breathes, practically crawling beside me.