The Beach House

Prologue

Hi guys :) It's that time again. New story time!

I don't know why I'm happy, 'cause this isn't exactly the happiest story in the world :/.

It may be a bit sad at the start, but I promise you it's not that bad.

I just really wanted to post this story :) I hope it's long enough, and good enough. 'Cause I've spent my time on this!

Oh! And do you guys like the cover? It took me a while to make it, and I have like... three rough versions of it aha.

Oh yeah, "Over Again" is on the side because I was listening to it whilst writing and I love it so much :3

This is a really long A/N...

Aha well, this is... The Beach House.

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.:Chapter One:.

Being told your best friend has leukaemia isn't exactly the best thing in the world. We'd all just finished sixth form when Harry got ill. Very ill. He started showing a lot of signs of the illness, but no one really took any notice of it. I still hate myself for it. If I'd noticed sooner, I could've prevented Harry from becoming so ill. I can still remember every detail from the day we got told Harry had cancer.

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It was probably the worst day of my life. Of all of our lives, actually. We hadn't expected it at all, and to say we were all crushed would be a huge understatement. I think back to that day and every time I do it brings fresh tears to my eyes each time. I mean, it was only two months ago.

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"Harry, you need to relax, okay? Everything will be fine!" Liam tried to assure the curly haired boy. I sat next to him on one of the uncomfortable hospital benches in the clear hall way.

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"Yeah, but what if it's not fine Liam? What do I do then? What if I find out possibly the worst news ever in there? What if-" Harry rambled on hoarsely. I could tell the poor boy was close to tears in worry. I'd never seen the boy so nervous before. I wrapped my arm around Harry's shoulders and he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

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"Haz, you'll be fine," I whispered to him, my voice cracking ever so slightly in my own worry. I couldn't let my nerves show, for Harry's sake. I had to remain standing strong to give him some hope. Of course I was nervous for my best friend. It was kind of hard to stay thinking positive, though, with Harry sniffling into my neck.

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"Harry, where's your Mum?" Niall asked, obviously trying to distract our younger friend. Harry looked up at the blond boy and wiped away a few stray tears that had escaped his eyes. He cleared his throat before replying, "Um, she said that she would see what happens today and then catch a train down here depending on the outcome," he managed to choke out in a hoarse whisper.

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He turned to look at me and I smiled weakly at him. I suddenly heard footsteps coming quickly around the corner and heavy breathing. "Guys! I'm so sorry I'm late! My Mum wouldn't let me out of the house until I had done my chores and then my car broke down and-" Zayn rambled, every so often stopping to pant a little.