Cancer / h.s.

11.

Jaymee

Last night was a conundrum. Harry would not stay in my house's guest room to save his life. He came in my room, wanting to sleep with me and honestly, I wasn't ready for that.

Along with the constant "S-sleep witttthhh Jay-mee?", Harry was also in a lot of pain last night.

Therefore, I hardly slept.

But now I'm fully energized dressed and ready for Dannisha's party. Harry was too, all dressed in white with homemade angel wings, resembling me.

We at in the kitchen five after the party started, waiting on it to get crazy before we went out on the dance floor.

Harry had gotten really comfortable with me since our kiss yesterday, and I'm not minding it at all. I'm normally not for people touching all over me, but Harry is an exception.

At the moment, he was playing with my hair and sloppily kissing my cheek at the same time. And I was loving every bit of it.

Repeatedly he would ask if "J-jaymee be mi-" but I stop him before he could finish, because I don't know how to answer the question that he's already tried asking about 7 times.

Will I be his. "Jaymee be mine?". Will I, Jaymee Aslyyne Richards be his, Harry i-dont-recall-his-middle-name Styles?. His? Mine?

The problem with that is that Harry is really sick. And I don't normally do well with situations like this. After researching that patients with the type of brain cancer Harry has have about a 63% chance of...passing, I didn't know how to deal with it.

But I also think about how sweet and caring Harry is. That every other guy in this fucked up town is out to get any girl in bed( and I fell for that...) And that Harry simply just wants a kiss and cuddle buddy.

I don't have a problem with that.

But I warn myself not get attached.

This time, I let Harry finish his question. "J-jay-jaymee b-be minnne?"

It sounded angelic coming from his puffy lips. His smile brought a bigger smile to my face.

"Yea. Jaymee is yours." I said softly.

Harry gasped loudly. "M-my Jaymeeee?" He scooted his chair closer to mine.

I nodded slowly.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by none other than Zayn, who I think was standing there the whole time we were here.

"Hey there, gorgeous." He came and began to stroke my cheek with his thumb. "How about we hit up one of Dannisha's many bedrooms?"

Now the next thing that happened made my heart beat even faster.

"Nooooo...m-my Jaymee." Harry said loudly, pulling me closer to him.

Zayn stared at me for what seemed like an hour before I finally spoke up.

"Yea. His Jaymee."

Zayn snorted. "Whatever. When he dies, come find me." Then he walked off.

Harry rolled His eyes. "N-nooo good f-f-for Jay-meeeee."

I smiled. "I know. Don't listen to him."

I leaned forward and went to kiss his cheek, but Harry moved so I ended up kissing his lips. Which was interrupted also.

"Get a room!" Dannisha's voice sounded throughout the kitchen. I looked up and saw her carrying a bottle a vodka and grinning evily.

After she walked out of the room, Harry said something that made me want to laugh, but I know we'll end up doing what he said anyways.

"Y-yea! L-ets Geeetttt a-a room!"
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Yup. They're getting a room next chapter!

Don't worry, they are not gonna have sex.

Hope you liked it!

-lewisyes(Jessi)