Text Messages // H.S

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I have no idea how long this book is going to be lol. But don't you just love snapchat :')

I'm not good at writing sad stuff. Aha sorry.

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Harry: I got the results

Me: okay

Me: how did it go?

Harry: I need you to come over

Me: I'm in class Harry

Harry: please

Harry: I need you

Harry: I need to tell you in person.

Me: okay I'll be there in 20

"Mrs Flack, could I please go to the restrooms?" I ask, putting my arm up.

"Yes, you are dismissed," she said handing me my pass.

I went straight to my locker and grabbed my things before starting my walk to Harry's house. Luckily, today it wasn't raining so I stayed dry. It's about a ten minute walk from Harry's house to school, if you walk at a fast pace. I'm probably going to get in trouble for this but Harry seemed stressed and upset. I hope nothing's happened, he doesn't deserve bad things to happen to him. He serves everything good to happen to him.

I knock on the door and step back. A red eyed Harry opens the door. I immediately hugged him and he pulled me inside. My arms wrapped around his neck as he sobbed into my shoulder. He kept crying and sobbing for at least ten minutes. I'm not entirely sure if this is because of the results, but God I hope it's not.

"It's going to be okay," I whispered, as I felt tears slip through my eyes.

"No it's not," he screamed into my shoulder, causing me to break our embrace.

"What happened?" I ask, searching his face.

"I have a fucking brain tumour, Liana. Nothing's going to be okay," he cried.

I felt myself start crying as I processed what he just told me. No, he can't have a tumour. This is just a sick joke. This isn't funny. No. This is just a nightmare and soon it'll all be over. I'll wake up and Harry will be fine. I'll be fine. We'll be fine and everything will be back to normal. But this is reality. Harry's got a tumour. He is crying into our hug. I'm crying. He's sick. Oh god. Why does this have to happen?

"I'm dying Li," he whispered as we laid on his bed.

"I don't want you too," I whine.

"Neither do I," he says, moving to spoon me.

"Do your parents know?" I ask.

"I called but they won't pick up and they don't get home until Monday," he sighs.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"S'not your fault," he replies.

"I know, I just don't want you to be in pain," I say, kissing his lips lightly.

"Stay with me tonight?" He asks.

"Okay."

After texting my mother to tell her I won't be home tonight, we decided just to watch reruns of Friends while cuddling. Harry seemed off but that's understandable. He should be living his life to the fullest with the time he has left.

We fell asleep on the couch, me on top of him. In a non-sexual way. It took a while for me to fall asleep but Harry was out cold straight way. He must have been so exhausted. I was too but my body was resisting the sleep. I couldn't sleep knowing the love of my life is dying.

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In the morning, I had to go home to get ready for school. I didn't want to leave Harry but my mother threatened to ground me. Harry drove me home. He only talked a little but was mainly distant. I would kill to know what was going threw is head. I know the thoughts won't be good. I decided to text him in class all day because Harry is more important than my education.

Me: hey

Harry: hey

Me: how are you?

Harry: not good

Me: I know :(

Me: I love you, okay?

Harry: I love you too

Me: when do you plan on telling the boys?

Harry: I'm going to tell Louis after I tell my parents

Harry: then I'll tell the others.

Me: if you need anything I'm here for you, okay?

Harry: thank you

Me: I love you.

Harry: i love you too

I felt as if I couldn't stop telling him. He needs to know he's not alone in this. He said there is the option of surgery but he needs to tell his parents before he makes a decision. I've met Anne before and I know how much she loves her son. I know that she will want to get the surgery done as soon as possible.