Little Secrets (h.s. au)

sixteen

“Brandi?” Harry whispers, his fingers holding mine.

“Yes?” I ask, rolling my head to the side to look at him.

“I have to go to work,” he whispers, my head nodding. He helps me sit up and I kiss his lips before he walks out the door. I turn the TV on and the nurse walks in, helping me take my medicine and setting oxygen under my nose.

We do chemotherapy and I end up falling asleep after I eat something, my body curled into a blanket. I’m so cold and I hope Harry comes back soon so he can warm me up.

Two warm arms wrap around my body and lay beside me, my hands grabbing Harry’s and holding them to my chest.

“How are you today?” he whispers, kissing my cheek.

“I’m fine,” I sigh, “just tired.”

He kisses the back of my neck and I allow his hand to set on my waist, bringing me closer.

“Then I will let you sleep,” he says, my eyes closing as he lets go of me.

But I pull him back, his lips releasing a laugh as he pulls me back into him.

“I love you,” I whisper, his hand pulling my beanie back as he kisses my forehead.

“I love you too, baby,” he whispers, my lips curving. I’m asleep in seconds.

A cough escapes my lips and I sit up, Harry sitting up too. My hand grabs the trash can and I empty my stomach, Harry holding me in his arms.

“It’s okay beautiful,” he whispers, his arms lifting me up and carrying me and my oxygen to the bathroom. He sits me on the closed toilet seat and helps my needs, wiping my mouth and taking a washcloth to my hands. He places toothpaste on the toothbrush and I brush my teeth, his hand taking the brush when I’m done. Once I spit the toothpaste, he hands me water and I grab his hand as he kisses my forehead.

My body is lifted into his arms and he sets me on the bed once again, his fingers running along my back.

“I want to talk to you,” I say, coughing slightly. I have a cold, which isn’t helping me feel any better.

“Okay. What’s on your mind?” he asks, my lip taken between my teeth. I don’t want to say what I’m about to say but I need to say it.

“I want you to find someone aft-”

“No. You are not talking like this,” he nearly yells, my eyes closing. I knew he’d be this way.

“Harry,” I test, but he shakes his head.

“Brandi, we are going to get through this. You are going to be fine. The new treatment starts soon and you’ll get better. I will never speak to another woman the way I talk to you,” I say, my hand over his heart.

“You will have to. For me,” I say, his eyebrows frowning.

“I will not because you are the one I love. You,” he says, setting his finger over my heart.

“Harry, I want you to find someone you will love. You have to promise me,” I say, his lips frowning. Tears begin to well in both our eyes at the inevitable conversation being spoken between us.

“Brandi, I only love you,” he tears up, my hand wiping his tears as he wipes mine.

“I know you do, but you will find someone you will love long after all this,” I say, kissing him softly.

He frowns and cries, so upset with me as I knew he would be, but he shakes his head. Burying his face in my neck, his curls brush my skin and he kisses my skin lightly.