Move Along (Larry Stylinson/Niam Horayne)

Chapter 10: We Need Some Luck

Niall’s POV

Today’s the day. Today’s the day that Harry is having surgery to try and remove all of the cancer. You can tell he’s fucking terrified; actually, all of us are right now.

Nobody’s knows what’s gonna happen. The doctors say that it’s a fifty/fifty shot with the surgery. If they remove it all, he will be perfectly healthy again and might just need check-ups every once in a while. If they don’t remove all of it, it could spread and become worse, so he would need chemo almost immediately once they discovered that they didn’t remove it. Basically, this could either work, or it’s not going to end well.

And I think the latter option is the one that’s on everyone’s minds. Harry has barely opened up to anyone besides Louis and his mum and Gemma for the past week, and whenever I see him he’s always in tears. I know he wants to be strong for everyone, but if I was in his shoes I would be doing the same thing.

At the moment we are all actually sitting around his hospital room. Louis was in one of the chairs, clutching Harry’s hand like if he let go he was going to disappear. It was actually really odd. The past day or so Louis and Harry have been close. And no, I don’t mean like how they normally are, but like really close. They keep on giving each other these longing looks, and Harry actually opens up a bit more whenever we’re here now, but only if Louis is holding his hand. And on top of that, Louis hasn’t let go of Harry once. He’s either running a hand through his curls or holding his hand or something to that nature. It’s really weird, and something tells me that-

“Hello Harry,” the doctor walked in with a small smile on his face and a tray with a bunch of equipment in his hands. Ya know, after a week or more of being here everyday, I probably should know his name by now.

“Hi,” Harry’s voice was small and all knowing of why the doctor was actually here.

“Alright, well your surgery is scheduled for two this afternoon, so in about three hours. We need to get you prepped though alright? That just means that I need to give you a few shots and then we’ll wait until the actual surgery to knock you out and put you on painkillers alright?”

Harry slowly nodded, squeezing Louis’ hand gently. Louis nodded towards Harry, meaning that Louis probably know what Harry meant. Good thing he did because I sure as hell didn’t.

“What are the shots you’re giving him right now?” Anne piped up, gently running a hand through Harry’s hair.

“Just the basics that we normally do before a surgery. Don’t worry it’s nothing to be worried about,” he made his way over to Harry with the tray of things he needed to give him the shots. “Don’t worry, there’s only three.”

Harry nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, gripping Louis hand tightly. Louis gently squeezed his hand back, using his other hand to gently run up and down Harry’s arm. Yup, there’s definitely something going on between these two.

“Ow,” Harry squeaked, squeezing his eyes shut tighter. If we were in any other situation but this one, I probably would have been laughing since Harry, an eighteen year old teenage guy, was in pain because of a few shots.

“Alright and we’re all good,” the doctor smiled, wiping off the spots where he gave Harry the shots. Harry’s eyes slowly peeled open, a relieved expression making it’s way onto his face.

“Thanks,” Liam smiled, while Louis was too busy running a hand through Harry’s curls, telling him it was gonna be okay. Anne had a curious look on her face, probably having the same though I was having earlier, but she was trying to hide it with a small smile as she watched her baby boy.