Cancer / h.s.

6.

Jaymee

"This place smells like death." Zayn complained for about the hunderth time today.

I rolled my eyes and waved at a blond nurse who's name I couldn't recall. Screw Zayn and his impatient ass. He wouldn't shut up about how my car was overly clean and overpriced. And he said that I'm too nice and shouldn't be wasting my time with someone who's going to die anyway.

That pissed me off.

Needless to say, I wasn't talking to him. And I'd like to keep it that way. After this.

I halted right outside Harry's door and swiveled around on my heels to face Zayn. His biker jacket and navy blue T-shirt made him appear as a bad biker boy, and I didn't know how Harry was going to take him.

"Zayn, Harry's not doing well, so its best if you stay-" I began, but Zayn put a gross finger to my lips to shut me up.

"Sweetheart. Its fine. I'm actually quite kind." He smirked and stepped past me, opening the door.

Zayn was already talking to Harry when I managed to walk in and not strangle Zayn.

"-awful! And that knock-off ginger ale your drinking- uch!  How long was it been since you've bathed?"

"Zayn!" I hissed and threw my overweight purse at him. Harry looked depressed and was about to burst into tears.

I stared at Harry, softening my glare, and noticed that something was completely awful about him.

His hair was matted down with sweat, his eyes were blood shot, and he was twitching. Bad.

"I'm sorry about Zayn."I said to Harry, shooting Zayn a nasty sideways glance. "He just likes to say what's on his mind."

Tears slowly rolled down Harry's cheeks. "B-boy-boyfriend?"

Before I could say "absolutely not", Zayn answered before me.

"Yes."

Harry made a strange gurgling sound with his throat and cowered back from Zayn, seemingly crying harder.

I crossed my arms and looked and Zayn. "Please leave."

His eyes widened, shocked. "What?"

"Go to my car. Here's the keys." I threw him my keys and turned back to face Harry.

After what seemed like forever, Zayn sighed and finally left.

"Harry-"

"D-dont like Harrryy? W-wh-why?" Harry screeched, causing me to jump.

"What? No, of course I like you! I wouldn't be here if I didn't like you! Why would you think that?" I said, confused.

Harry threw his head back, hysterical. "N-no-nooo! Harry th-thought- Harry thought...JAY-JAYMEE IN LOVE!"

"I am not in love, Harry!" I exclaimed. "I'm not dating Zayn."

Harry stopped sobbing just enough to whisper out "No?"

"No. He just said that because my best friend set me up with him last night. Frankly, he's an ass." I laughed.

Harry smiled. "O-oh."

"Why'd you get so upset about it?" I asked.

"H-harry like Jayymmeeee." Harry blushed.

It took me a minute to realize that he meant like. Not, "Hey, your pretty cool. I like you." But, "Whoa, your pretty. I like you."

I blinked. "Oh."

Harry grabbed my hand and kissed it sloppily. His cannula softly brushed against my knuckles,causing me to wince slightly.

Harry noticed and pulled away slightly, confused. "S-so-sorry! Harry does n-not know how to kisssss."

"Your fine." I said somberly.

"Teach H-harry?"

I blinked rapidly, taken by surprise. Did he just ask me to kiss him? Why, that slick little boy...

"I'm sorry. I don't have that much experience either." I made an excuse, not wanting our relationship to be weird.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "No K-ki-kiss Harrryy?"

"I'm sorry."

"Kisssss."

"Harry..." Now I was starting to feel bad.

"M-make H-harrry feel sooooo mu-much better if Jay-jay-jaymee kisssss Harry."

I suppressed a groan, bent down, and tentatively kissed His cheek. Harry wrapped his arms around me and whispered a small "thank you" before purring into my neck.

My heart was beating extremely fast. Thinking it was just my anxiety about Harry "liking" me, I looked out the window and changed the subject. "What a pretty view you have."

As I continued to stare out the large window, I noticed a very familiar car pull out of the hospital parking lot.

It was my car.

"Oh my God." I moved to the window and punched it, mentally cussing myself out for giving Zayn the keys.

"Jay-mee?" Harry slowly sat up and reached for me.

I grabbed hold of his hand whilst pulling out my cell phone to dial Dannisha's number so she could pick me up.

Smiling at Harry, I laughed, "Hopefully after you meet my best friend, she'll kill Zayn for stealing my car."
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Wtf Zen.

OK so I really need a new cover for this book. Pleeeaasee someone make me one or tell me how to make one :(

Until next update!
-Jessi!