The diagnosis

chaper 43

Andy

I can't believe I'm sitting in on a talk show. "Hello! So you're Andy?" I nod shyly. "It is very nice to meet you! You're a very beautiful girl, I can see what Harry sees in you." I looked over in time to see Harry's eyes narrow at the guy. Louis put his arm behind me on the couch and smacked Harry so no one would see. Harry looked away from James, calming down.

"May I ask you some questions that I'm sure people are dying to know?" i thought that was kind of weird. Obviously I can't say no and I honestly don't think people are even that curious in me. "Sure." I said quietly. And then someone ran over and shoved a mic into my hands. "Sure." I repeated into the mic awkwardly.

"What's it like to be dating a member of the most famous boy band on the planet?" My heart raced and then I started speaking, hoping my answer was okay. "Well I'm not really dating someone from the biggest boyband onthe planet." I start. Harry looks at me curiously, not sure where I was taking this. "I'm dating Harry." I shrug my shoulders because it's as simple as that. James seemed to be a little upset by my answer so I continued. "You don't going around to other people and say I'm dating a fifth grad teacher, or I'm dating a plumber. So why should you put Harry's job title in his name? His job might be his name, and the other guys obviously, but his name is not his job."

The crowd cheered and Harry squeezed my hand. That's a good sign I think. Though looking at James, it didn't look like I was doing good. I think he wanted me to mess up or something. "I hear you have cancer and your entire family is dead. Is that true?" He blurts. The crowd gasps and the boys stiffen beside me. I respond with a strong confident voice that makes me proud. "Yes to both. I had cancer twice before in just small little integers. But this time it's worse. This time I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma which is a very aggressive cancer in some cases. As for my family, they passed in a car crash a couple weeks ago." I swallowed back tears. "But that doesn't mean I don't still have a family." I look at the boys sitting beside me and they all reach over to lightly touch my arm. Louis takes my free hand and gives it a small squeeze before letting it go again.

"They've been a big part in my battle against cancer." There were a few people in the crowd who wiped away tears and everyone clapped.

"At least we know now how the two came two be together." The whole room went silent everyone was shocked at how far the interviewer took it. It was clear that he was suggesting that I was a charity case to Harry and that he was a bank of treatment bills paid for me. My blood boiled. I knew I shouldn't say anything. The crowd was so confused and a few people booed.

Louis put his hand on mine again and shook his head when we made eye contact. But he couldn't stop Harry. "Excuse me?" Harry said. James shrank back slightly, but Harry was too polite and good of a person to beat the guy up on tv. James repeated my thoughts on how I was a fan who was sick and that's how we met. Laying it on real thick about how fake our relationship was. Harry abruptly stood. "Thank you for having us. But you will never talk about my girlfriend like that again, you got it mate? Thank you to our fans for supporting us, we love you." Harry grabbed my hand and we all left the show.

Harry was deadly silent the entire way back to the hotel, but he linked our hands and played absently with my much smaller fingers. When we all finally piled into one of the boy's room everyone took a seat but Harry pulled me into a tight hug in the corner away from everyone eyes. "I'm so sorry you had to get the brunt of that, most interviewers aren't that bad. Usually just curious but not as much as an ass as that w.anker." He said softly. I hugged him tightly knowing if I said it was alright it'd be a lie.

A manager walked in and told everyone to sit, except for me. I had to go wait in the hall. I felt like a child being left out of the conversation that was probably about me. I pulled out my phone and began surfing the web. Something I hadn't done since I first met Harry. I googled One Direction and was led to a lot of stuff being about me. Some bad though some people were standing up for me. I groaned and chucked my phone to the other side of the hall, which wasn't very far.

I just wanted to forget that this afternoon even happened. Picking up my phone again, I see that it's getting close to our flight departure time. So I get up and head to mine and Harry's room. I use my key to open it, and I start making sure everything is packed. I sat on the bed for a while and thought about my parents and brother. I didn't cry, but I did feel the gaping hole of pain created by the loss of my big brother and parents. Why did the interviewer have to bring them up?

I shook my thoughts to the back of my mind and continuer packing the few things Harry and I had in the room. Finally, I decided to change so I would be more comfortable on the plane. My leg ached and my eyelids felt heavy. I threw on a pair of my sweatpants and then sneakily grabbed one of Harry's t-shirts. It smelled like him which made me smile to myself as memories from this morning and last night flooded my mind. It still hurt to sit though.

A couple minutes later Harry burst through the door, worried about where I was. I apologised for not letting him know I left the hall while they were talking. Harry grabbed me one again in a tight hug that seemed to melt all my broken pieces together again. And we stood there for a while, just silently holding each other. Until finally, we were being escorted to the Airport with the rest of the boys. Time to fight some cancer. Let's hope I'm strong enough to win.