afraid of the end ~ l.s.

chapter ten

When the movie is almost over, I notice Harry shifting uncomfortably and feel his body tense.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask him.

When he makes a noise of pain I ask again, "Harry, are you okay?

Harry opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

I feel the other boys' gazes on us when I ask him once again, "What's the matter?"

Harry makes a gurgling noise, color draining from his face.

"Harry? Hey, hey, let's sit up, okay?" I move out from under him and sit him up on the couch.

I put a hand to his cheek, "Talk to me."

Harry whimpers. "F-feel f-f-fuzzy.."

"Fuzzy?" Niall asks, confused.

I put a hand to his forehead and sigh when it feels a bit heated.

"I think you've got a fever, love," I tell Harry.

As a response, Harry's eyes start to roll back and he falls unconscious.

"Woah, woah, Harry!" I exclaim. I put my hands to his cheeks, "Wake up! Wake up!"

"Louis, it's okay. It looks like he passed out. I think he's going to be fine," Liam says.

"W-why?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's like a symptom of the cancer."

Zayn presses a hand to Harry's forehead. "It can't be good for him to have a fever. Does he have some kind of infection?"

"Oh god. I don't know. I hope not. I really hope not," I say, my voice shaking a bit.

Zayn puts his hand on my shoulder. "Let's wait for him to come to. It might be good to get him to the hospital tonight."

"Okay, ye-" I start to agree but then I realize how much he's going to hate that. I shake my head. "No, we're supposed to go tomorrow. He wanted one more normal night here. He just wants to sleep in his own bed tonight. Please."

Zayn frowns. "I know he does but, I don't know what's wrong with him. It might not be safe for him."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I sigh.

"Let's just try and get him awake."

"Okay, yeah."

"Harry, wake up." I gently pat Harry's cheek. "Wake up, baby."

Niall grabbed hold of Harry's arm and shook it for a couple seconds. "Come on Harry. Wake up."

Harry whimpers in response, his face twisting up in pain.

"Can you open your eyes, Haz?" I ask gently.

Harry's eyes peek open, pain evident in his eyes.

"Is it your legs that's hurting you, sweetie?" I make sure to speak to him in a gentle tone as he looks a bit disoriented.

Harry shakes his head.

Liam taps my shoulder. "We have to get him to emergency. He shouldn't have a fever."

"O-okay. Uhm let me get his wheelchair," I say and hurry upstairs to get it.

I return back to the couch and say to Harry as I grab his arm, "Come on, let's get you in the wheelchair now. Did you hear what's going on?"

Harry shakes his head, letting out soft whimpers. "G-going?"

"Yeah. We're going to the hospital, baby. You don't feel too good, no?"