The List

7. "I hate this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it."

7. "I hate this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it."

EMILY'S POV-

I wake up by the sudden urge that I am going to throw up. I run to the bathroom half asleep, puking up my insides, until everything was out of my system.

But boy was I wrong; I throw up again straight away. I sit back down on the floor in front of the toilet, resting my chin on the rim, so weak I can't move.

HARRY'S POV-

I wake up to hear the bathroom door being slammed, instantly I get out of bed.

Horrified, I see Emily, sprawled in front of the toilet, puking up. However, I'm quickly snapped out of my trance and I sit next to her holding her hair back, rubbing her back.

She stops, before starting up again. I try not to gag, at the sight. I've never been good when others are being sick. Although, I man up and try and forget about it, my main focus being Emily.

Once she's completely finished, I pick her up, as she looks so weak, and take her back to her room, laying her back in her bed. She falls asleep, before I even put her head on to her pillow. I sigh.

I clean up the mess in the bathroom, and then take a shower and get ready, considering I'm already up and won't end up going back to sleep anyway. I've been given leave early from work, due to Emily, and the given situation.

I pick a sleeping Emily up bridle style from her bed and take her downstairs where I can look after her. Taking her duvet and pillows with me, I lay her on the sofa. She didn't even stir as I bring her down, but she was breathing fine.

A few hours later and she wakes up again. I am sat at her feet, catching up on stuff on my laptop. She yawns and rubs her eyes.

"Alright Em?" I ask her.

She nods.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

"No, but could I have some water please," she asks her voice croaky.

I put my laptop on the glass coffee table and walk over to the kitchen and taking a glass out of the cabinet above my head and pouring some water from the tap.

I hand it to her, and she takes a small sip, before reaching over to the table to put her glass down.

She suddenly looks a paler shade in colour compared to her usually healthy looking complexion. I grab the bin, which is on the floor next to her, just as she chucks up. I get a tissue and wipe her mouth once she's done.

Tears pool up in her eyes, a few rolling down her cheeks.

It breaks my heart to see her in this way. Why Emily? She is the most innocent person, she doesn't deserve all this. Sometimes I wish it was me, just so I don't have to see her hurting like this. It kills me.

I hold her in my arms, kissing her forehead, never wanting to let her go. Biting my own lip, trying not to cry with her.

"I hate this," she whispers angrily.

EMILY'S POV-

"I hate this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it," I whisper angrily. Tears again, threatening to spill, like droplets of rain, racing down a car window.

All this time, during the chemotherapy and now after the chemotherapy, I've been thinking. A lot.

"Harry," my voice breaks, but I continue anyway, "Haz, I don't want to do this. Please, I don't, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I say the tears now freely falling.