What will we do?

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My alarm blasted me awake.

Hang on. That isn't my alarm. It's my phone !

'Harry <3 calling'

"Hello?"

"Georgia? Where are you ? I went to the house but your car isn't there and you weren't there and your stuff... Where are you?" He rambled on

"I'm home Harry"

"But I-"

"No.Im in London Harry, home."

"You're not supposed to be home for a few more weeks when I left ? We were meant to leave together ?"

"I know Haz. But the hospital called."

"What!? What did they say?"

"They want me home earlier so they can start chemotherapy"

Harry was silent.

I thought he had hung up...or passed out.

"Haz?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for not telling you. I was scared you would leave me" I was about to say 'like you did' but I decided to leave that bit out.", I thought you would get angry with me for not telling you"

"I'm sorry for walking out when you needed me most, I was a coward."

"No you aren't Harry"

I missed him already.

"When do you start chemotherapy ?" Harry questioned

"Tomorrow" I mumbled

"I can't come to see you" he sounded sad "management won't let me come back to London until a few weeks more" now he sounded angry when he mentioned Management.

"It's ok , I'll just wait until you come back"

"That's the thing Georgia, when we do come back we have to go on tour"

"Why didn't you tell me this?"

"Same reason you didn't tell me , I was scared" fair enough.

"How long will you be away for?"

He paused before answering

"8 months"

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 15, 2013 ⏰

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