8 Things-Harry Styles

Chapter Four

Evelyn's Point of View:

Harry came back shortly after my conversation with Dr. Garcia. We went to a few more rooms and decided to go back to my place. We walked in and we got changed into more comfortable clothes. I came back into my living room to find Harry sitting on my couch as usual. I sat next to him and he looked at me. I asked him, "What?"

His eyes turned sad and my throat choked up. He asked me, "Evelyn. Are you sick?"

Tears filled my eyes and I asked, "How did you find out?"

"I overheard you with the doctor at the hospital. You're stopping chemotherapy?" he asked with tears starting to form.

I sighed and told him, "I have intravascular lymphoma. This isn't the first time I've had it. I had it when I was 13. I was in remission for six years and it suddenly came back. But worse. We tried chemotherapy and radiation, but it just wasn't working. So we stopped."

"Do you know how long...?"

"I have about 2 years left," I cut him off.

"Is that why the things on your list are so specific?"

That's when my tears started to fall. I buried my face in my hands and I started to sob. Soon enough, I felt Harry's arms around me. He pulled me close to him and I wrapped my arms around his torso. I then buried my face into his shoulder and I continued to sob. He rubbed circles into my back and didn't say a word. Which was better than saying anything, because I knew it wouldn't be okay and so did he.

My sobs died down and soon I was just enjoying the comfort of someone other than my parents, Sophia, and Liam. I sniffled a couple times and Harry got up and came back with a box of tissues. He put an arm around my shoulders and held the tissue box for me while I grabbed one and dried my eyes and blew my nose. Harry stood back up and walked in the direction of my room. He came back with a familiar piece of paper and a pen. He sat back down next to me, put his arm back around my shoulder and asked, "Would you like to do the honors?"

I took the pen out of his hand and crossed off number six of my list. I commented to no one in particular, "Five more to go."

Harry read the list over again and asked me, "How do you plan on doing the rest?"

I sighed, "I have no clue. I could sign up for one of those dating websites. Maybe they have one for terminally ill 19 year olds. Not that it will probably happen."

Harry just looked at me, dumbfounded that I just joked about my cancer. I laughed, "I've basically come to terms with it. I just get worked up when I have to tell a new person about it."

"Who all knows?" Harry asked.

"My parents, obviously and my family. And Sophia and Liam."

"Well, I could try and find a good friend of mine to set you up with. To try and help anyway."

"You don't have to do that Harry. Like I said, I'll just sign up for one of those dating sites."

"I'd really like to try and help Evelyn."

I smiled and snuggled into Harry's side. He grabbed the remote and turned on the television and then Netflix.

Harry's Point of View:

I glanced down at Evelyn. Her ocean blue eyes were puffy and glued to the television. She has cancer. She only has 2 more years to live. She'll only live to be 21. She'll never get to start a family. That's when I decided that I was going to help her get through this list, whether she wanted my help or not.