Rumors

Breathe in. Breath out.

Today I'm getting tested to see if I have the genes for Alzheimers. Harry actually has somewhere to be but he wanted to be here for me. I can't think him enough. They did a lot of tests throughout the day. Harry never left my side, and tried to keep the press to a minimum. But there was a lot of press outside. I don't know if anyone has said anything to them about what's going on, but I hope not.

Harry got next to me on the bed and said, "We never talked about the engagement. Do you still want to marry me?"

"I need time. I can't just pretend that that fight was nothing. Both of us are on edge around each other. I can tell by the way you touch me. You touch me like I'm broken. You touch me as if your afraid that he touched there too. Things can't just be picked back up were they were before," I said and took a deep breath. He has changed the way he acts around me. He barely kisses me. He used to kiss me like a wild animal, now he seems scared.

"Okay. I guess we both need time," Harry took my hand.

The doctor came in and said, "I'm afraid all I have is bad news and bad news." I just looked at him. "You are positive for the genes. You're not old enough for us to tell if you have it now. It progresses with time. You should came back for another MRI in the next year or so to compare the MRI's. Also," He paused. "We did a head CT and found a tumor."

"Cancerous?" I asked. Harry held my hand tighter.

"I'm afraid so. It is removable with surgery. Doctor Wen is one of the top neurosurgeons in the country. It shouldn't be a hassle at all. I'll bring in Doctor Wen for you to talk about possible surgery's," He left the room and I breathed out.

I only hurt Harry. I'm such a mess and he sticks by me. He really shouldn't. I'm broken and he's going to step on my glass and fall. I don't want him to fall apart. "Harry you should leave me. I only hurt you and I don't want to do that to you,"

"I'm not leaving you," He shook his head.

I fell apart and started to cry. He held me in his arms. I held him tightly. "I just don't want to hurt you." I said softly though the tears.

"You're the one who's hurting, and I want to heal your wounds," He whispered in my ear.

We just sat there in silence, holding each other. We were like that until a doctor came in.

"Hi Ms. Hastings, I'm doctor Wen. I believe doctor Smith told you of your tumor." He spoke. "So it is removable. However, where it is can be a little dangerous. If I miss it I could damage your temporal lobe and can cause memory loss."

"What if I don't do the surgery," I asked knowing that I have already made up my mind to do it. My mom wrote about this is some of her journals I got when she died, but I asked for Harry. I knew he was too afraid to say anything.

"The tumor will grow and you'll start having hallucinations. Even with chemo and other techniques, there's still a chance that it will damage your memory.

"I'll do the surgery," I nodded my head.

"No. Cara," Harry just looked at me.

"This is my choice. Baby, I love you, but this is my life. You can't change my mind," I said lowly to him. I turned back to Wen and repeated, "I'll do it. When will it be?"

"I can do it tomorrow." He then told me all of the things I'll need to do before surgery. I agreed to the conditions and he left.

"Cara. You can't do this. Just do the chemo," He said. He seemed kinda mad.

"The way that I look at it; if I do the surgery there's a chance of memory loss, if I do chemo there's a chance of memory loss. And having the genes for Alzheimer's can cause memory loss. Either way, this is a dying game. I'd rather do the surgery now then wait and it get worse and worse." I told him.

"Okay. What do we tell the public?" He asked. I had been wondering the same thing.

"I'll let Anne deal with it. I'm not going to say anything," I said after some thought. Anne can deal with it. I should tell her what's going on.

The night was full of rumors. Some of them where that I was pregnant. Glad to say that's not true.I haven't told anyone yet. What do I say to them? I got a text from Louis of all people. Louis wasn't that close to me. I'm surprised it wasn't Liam. He wanted to know what I was doing at the hospital. I texted him that I would tell everyone once I'm out from surgery. I plan to bring all the guys here or just have a video chat with them to tell them.

"I'm going to get something to eat. Want anything?" He asked.

"I can't eat remember? I have to fast for surgery," I jogged his memory.

"Right. I'll eat downstairs them. I love you," He kissed me slowly and left. I asked if all the guys were with him and he said yes. I said he should facetime me. In a matter of seconds Louis facetimed me. I could see the rest of them with him and Stormie as well. Stormie had been texting me.

"Hey guys," I said.

"What's going on Cara?" Stormie asked.

"Well. I came in to have a MRI on my head for Alzheimer's and it turns out I have a brain tumor," I tried to say as happy as I could.

"Oh my gosh," Louis said. "How's Harry?"

"He's alright." I said looking down.

"What's going on?" Stormie asked over Louis shoulder.

"Well, he doesn't kiss me the same. He touches me like I'm going to break. But I'm going in for surgery tomorrow," I said changing the subject.

"Aww good luck, Cara," Niall said with his cheerful tone he always has. I admire him for that.

"Yeah. We just want you to get better," Liam said.

"Well. I should get going. I'm starting to get tired. Please don't tell anyone about this," I said to them.

"No problem," Louis said to me. He seems like a cool guy.

"Bye, Cara!" Stormie said. They all said bye and so did I. I put my phone back on the table next to me.

Harry came back with a cup. He ate that fast.

"Are you getting tied?" I asked as I saw him yawn.

He walked to me and sat on my bed. "I love you. You know that right?" He asked.

"I love you too," I smiled.

"You're so hot even in that night dress," I saw a little sight of lust in his eyes. It was killing me. I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted his animal side to come out when he touches me again.

"Promise me we'll have animalistic sex after I get out. Promise that we'll go to a club and feel the heat of each others bodies. Promise you won't treat me like I'm broken for that night," I asked.

Harry let out a huff for a laugh. "Sure thing babe," He got closer to me and said, "Till then."

He put his hand on the back of my neck and kissed me hard. His tongue ran through the inside of my mouth. I couldn't breathe but I didn't care. Harry pulled at my hair and I let out a moan witch made him kiss me harder. My body moved closer to him as a reflex. My heart was beating so fast, and I loved it. My hands ran though his long hair and he started kissing me slower. He broke the spell by parting his lips from mine.

"Tease," I laughed. "You should go home and sleep," I said to him. "I'm starting to get a little sleepy."

"I'm not going anywhere," Harry took off his shoes and laid next to me in bed. He spooned me as we slowly started to drift to sleep.