He didn't talk to me for the rest of the week. I'm not sure why but I wasn't going to over think it. Just right now I saw him walking out of school with his mom.
A kid laughed, "What's wrong with Styles? He got diarrhea or sum?"
Some other people laughed too. I didn't really laugh because I was sort of worried. I almost laughed because he said "sum" instead of "something".
The people at my school don't really pay that close attention to me. Like people think I'm nice but not popular. Or nice. I just decide not to talk because I might stutter by accident or something. I get embarrassed easily.
•••••••••••••••••••••••
Me: hey
Harry: hi
Me: why'd you leave early today? From school?
Harry: I had a chemo
Me: oh
Harry: I'm sorry I didn't talk to you for so long
Harry: I thought you would be mad at me
Me: for what??
Harry: for crying
Me: oh no
Me: why would I be mad
Me: that's so stupid
Harry: i don't know I though that I made you uncomfortable or something
Harry: did I?
Me: no
Harry: ok
Me: okay
Harry: hey
Harry: we're just like hazel and Augustus
Harry: except I'm the only one who has cancer here
Harry: hopefully
Me: stop I'm going to cry
Harry: it's good for you
Read at 6:36 pm
YOU ARE READING
text me • h.s.
Fanfic"who is this?" "who do you think?" in which a sick boy falls in love with a troubled girl through text
