Cancer / h.s.

8.

Jaymee

Dannisha had found Zayn back at school early the next morning with my car. And let's just say, he damaged it. Bad.

I caught a ride with student body president, Roger Gavin, and arrived about 10 minutes before the first bell rang.

I noticed first that my windshield was cracked. As I approached to get a closer view, I noticed a huge dent was in the front.

Officially pissed off, I marched into school and found Dannisha yelling at Zayn in the Freshman hallway.

"What did you do to my car?!" I pushed Dannisha aside as I screamed at Zayn.

He shrugged causally, as if the only thing he did was put an air freshener in there. "I was drunk."

"And you drove my 2 million dollar vehicle?!" Our scene was attracting many students attention, but I didn't care at this point.

He paid for it. Literally. $800 in fact.

That was almost a week ago. My range rover is fixed, and Zayn will not be touching me or anything of mine ever again.

In the middle of my Geometry homework, my phone rang loudly, causing me to jump slightly and break my pencil.

"Hello?" I answered the unknown number.

"Hello. Is this Miss Jaymee Richards?" A familiar female voice came through the other end.

"Yes."

"Okay. This is The Orange County Medical Center. One of our patients, Harry Styles, is having a major issue, and we were wondering if you could perhaps come in." The woman explained.

I stood up abruptly, already grabbing my keys. "Of course. May I ask what exactly is wrong with him?"

I was already out the front door by the time she replied. "There's blockage in his lower stomach that preventing him from digesting anything. We have a tube down his throat."

Gross.

"Thank you. I'll be there in 15 minutes." I hung up once I buckled up in my car.

With a heavy heart, I steered out into the temperate California night.
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"Miss Richards-"

"Is he okay?" I cut off Dr. Gill when I approached Harry's door, not really caring if I was rude or not.

"Yes. The blockage has passed but he still won't eat. Keeps mumbling things about you." She said, eyeing me down thoughtfully.

Great. Now I feel really horrible. I haven't seen Harry in a week because I was trying to get over the fact that he likes me. Now he probably thinks not his friend anymore.

"Can I go in?" I asked.

Gill nodded, opening Harry's door for me right away.

Harry's eyes shined when I stepped closer to his bed. "J...Jayyy-Jaymee."

I sat down next to him, noticing that his eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks weren't near as hollow as they were last time I saw him. He seemed to have gained a small amount of weight in the week I didn't see him.

"I'm so glad your okay." I said, "Sorry for not coming."

Harry nodded slowly, reaching for my hand.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Harry's stomach growled. Loudly.

"You need to eat, Harry." I said, grabbing the bowl of soup on his bedside table.

"F-feed H...har... Harrryyyyy?" He tugged on my hand, bringing me closer to him.

He was weak. Extremely. And he needed my help. Never again will I run away because of his feelings for me.

Or the small feelings that is blossoming inside of me at this very moment.

Its not safe. We both could get hurt. He could...leave and I would be forever heartbroken.

But, as I look down into his big, beautiful, green eyes, I start to wonder that maybe, just maybe, this could possibly be the start of a beautiful relationship.
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Sooooo....?

Guess what I'm about to do?

DOUBLE UPDATE!!!!!!

I will hopefully write Chapter 9 well enough today so that I can publish it also.

See ya later!
-Jessi