Psycho {H.S.}

Twenty

*warning, this chapter is super sad!*

Harry's POV

"So Ben said what exactly?" I ask Niall under my breath. We are currently in the backyard so we can keep this conversation confidential.

Niall leans in closer to me and with guilty eyes, he says, "he knows about... Your condition."

I let out an angry sigh and clench my fists. "Well how did he find out!" I raise my voice and Niall motions for me to keep it down.

"He has his ways. He always has his ways. You and I both know that." He mutters in annoyance and I nod my head. Ben has always been the best at finding information about everything. He has eyes everywhere. In this world, you can't trust anybody.

"What condition?" We hear a voice behind us and Niall and I both turn around to see Louis standing by the back door with his arms folded. He has a concerned look on his face. It dawns on me that Louis doesn't know about...

"Louis, it's nothing." I try to wave him off, but he knows when something's wrong. He is almost like family to me, almost.

"Harry. Don't give me that bullsh*t." He says louder and I motion for him to keep it down, but he eggs me on further.

"Harry, tell me!" He shouts, at this point he looks like he's about to start crying and I feel a little bad.

I look to Niall for guidance, but he just looks at the ground. Thanks for nothing.

"Okay, I don't know how you're going to take this, but..." I stop momentarily.

Louis walks closer and stands in front of me eagerly.

"You know how my nose has been bleeding a lot, and I've been coughing up blood sometimes, and vomiting." I say and I have a feeling Louis already knows where this is heading.

"There's a reason I have so little time to do this, Louis." I say and my voice breaks when I see Louis start shaking his head in denial.

"Spit it out, Harry. What's going on?" He says and I look at the ground and let out a breath.

"It's a tumor. In my brain." I say bitterly. I choose not to look Louis' way when I hear him choke on his own saliva and he starts sobbing loudly. I knew he would react this way.

"Harry, we have to get you help! Immediately! How long have you known?" He starts panicking and I look at him feeling guilty for not letting him know earlier. Everyone else knew. That's just because they were with me when I passed at and they took me to the hospital.

"I was given three months. I refused treatment."

"How long ago." He asks and I swallow thickly and clench my fists.

"One and a half months ago." I murmur and Louis punches me in the chest, but he doesn't use much force, he keeps punching until he gives up and sobs to himself.

"I'm sorry, Louis." I try to say, but he turns away from me and runs into the house.

Niall is still standing beside me and he shuffles on his feet.