Was it All an Accident? (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction, Book Three)

Part Three: Stop It, Whytnie!

(Whytnie’s POV)

My parents were silently working in my bedroom, and I knew Harry had to suspect something along the lines of what I was going to do. Well, I didn’t even think I had a choice. I was going back to America, going back home. I didn’t like it. I wanted to stay here. I wanted to go back to school like the past couple days never happened. I wanted to smile and actually be happy. I want my family and friends to act normal and joke around like nothing was wrong. I wanted them to not treat me like an invalid.

            Nobody was even listening to me anymore. I tried to make the conversation light and happy but nobody smiled. Everyone kept to themselves and didn’t say anything. Well, it wasn’t like I had limited time or anything, right? It wasn’t like my whole life was changing! It wasn’t like this could have been the last time I’d ever see them and nobody was going to pretend to be happy for me!?

            Without thinking, I stood up from the couch and walked out of the house. I was a few blocks down before Harry caught up with me. He laced his fingers with mine and squeezed to somewhat reassure me, but he didn’t talk. And I was fed up with nobody talking to me.

            “Can you just stop, please?” I started, but once the words started flowing I couldn’t stop them. “I’m tired of you acting weird around me now! If you want to help then you’ll start acting like yourself! I can’t do this if everyone is afraid I’ll die if someone says the wrong thing! I don’t need you to be indifferent about this! I need you to care! To yell or do something! I need you−”

            His lips were on mine, stopping my crazy rant. I ignored the sudden pain I was feeling. I ignored the world around me, the people staring or the ones whispering. I ignored the fact that I was leaving soon. I ignored the fact that I hadn’t told Harry yet. I ignored everything that didn’t matter. In that moment all that mattered were Harry and I. The two of us were in our own world as I kissed him back. I felt like I couldn’t breathe without him, nor could I breathe with him on me. There was a hunger there that seemed to consume the both of us.

            I forgot all about the hospital. I forgot that I could have leukemia. I forgot that my whole life was never going to be the same. I forgot about the street we were on. I forgot to worry about school. I forgot what I was wearing. I forgot my hair color. I forgot my name.

            In that moment, none of it mattered.

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(Whytnie’s POV)

The sun was setting. Harry and I were sitting outside, wrapped around each other. I don’t know how long we sat there like that, enjoying each other’s company and not talking. This silence was different than before, it wasn’t forced or awkward. We didn’t need to talk now.

            Well, actually we kind of did.

            Now was probably as good a time as ever.

            “I’m going back to America,” I replied quietly as Harry tightened his grip around me.

            He sighed and whispered in my ear, “I assumed as much.” I twisted around so I could look at him, but he kept his eyes on my nose.

            “My parents told me they’re gonna let the doctors over there test me.”

            “Yeah, they will.” He still wouldn’t meet my eyes. There was this sort of intense pause before he finally said, “And I’ll be there every step of the way.”

            Um, what?

            “But, Harry…?”

            “No, buts. I’m going.” He met my eyes then, and I knew he’d already made up his mind. Well, I couldn’t just let him do that. He had to think about all the things he was going to have to give up to come with me. I couldn’t let him do that. Not because of me. I pulled away from him to try and make him understand.

            “What about your career, Harry? Your upcoming world tour? You’ve known me for, what, like a year now? How long have you wanted this dream? Now you’re living it. Why would you throw away your future for some girl you’ve only known for, like, a year?” I watched his face scrunch up and he looked mad.

            “Stop it, Whytnie!” He almost never yelled at me. He knew I hated getting yelled at. You might as well just stab me then. “Nothing you can say is going to make me change my mind. I’m not going to sit by and watch the love of my life die!”

            Neither of us moved. Neither of us breathed. All you could hear was the sound of our hearts racing. Neither of us looked away, willing the other to falter first. I didn’t want to lose this battle. Neither did he. I couldn’t let him do this. Could I? God, I wanted him there.

            I was the first one to finally let down my guard. Harry’s arms went around me and pulled me closer to him. I leaned my head against his chest and bawled my eyes out. After everything that was happening, to be honest, it was a relief to know that Harry was going to be there with me. It didn’t mean I liked it though. I mean, he was throwing away his future, his career, for some girl. Granted that girl was me, and I was kind of secretly happy that I wouldn’t have to go through this without him. I really didn’t want to.

            But why would he just throw away his future just like that? And why was I too selfish to stop him?