The diagnosis

Chapter 7

Andy's POV

I didn't want to have to deal with Harry. How did he even find me? I slowly started to move away from him until he was so confused a had a second to bolt. I was already tired from treatment and just being sick like I was made it hard enough for me to run from Harry, but my broken teenage heart kept me going. I could hear Harry's feet pounding the floor behind me and getting closer by the second. My brain began to run through ideas of what might happen I he caught up to me.
Slap him? No I couldn't hurt him like that, even though he used me and broke my heart. Kick him where it hurts? No! That's cruel! Why am I thinking so violently? What I'd do for a pint of ice cream right now. My mind went blank for a second, leaving my thoughts confused until everything plunged into darkness.
I awoke to a dark room. How long have I been out? I couldn't tell. It was dark outside though, I could tell that much. I began to sit up and felt pain rip through our my body. I groaned. "Andy! Your alright! Thank god!" A familiar voice said. "Mel?" I asked into the darkness. The bed dipped slightly and a dim light flicked on. Suddenly the memory of what Niall said about Harry came back. Tears rose to my eyes. "What happened?" I asked in a shaky voice as I attempted to hold back my tears. "You fainted I believe. The doctor said that you put your sick body through too much." "But I was so far from this hospital wing, how did I get here?" Mel smiled slightly. "Harry carried you." I couldn't hold it in anymore. My tears spilled over as I mumbled a simple "oh." A moment of shock passed over my best friends face. She took me into her arms as I continued to quietly sob. I pulled away, remembering that it was her idea in the first place.
"What's wrong?" Mel asked in a worried tone. She understands how fragile a person as sick as I am could be and she was worried. "Leave." I said. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Wha-" "it was your idea, please leave." I cut her off. It killed me to make her leave, but I needed time to myself right now. Some drama-free time would be great. Her eyes grew more confused until she clicked on to what I was talking about. "Listen, Andy-" "No. You made Harry ask me out, I thought a guy finally took a liking to me, and Harry styles at that! But no! You just begged him too. I bet your the one he really wants to date. And don't try to tell me that Im wrong! I heard them talking about it and Niall saying that he didn't care, only wanted me to live and take treatment." My tears were coming more heavily now. Mel's mouth opened in protest. I pointed at the door. "Please." I whispered. She finally left and I was free to cry my heart out by myself. How it always will be because no one could every love me. Why did I believe that someone could? And Harry Styles at that! A famous celebrity that could have any girl he could ever dream of! Why would he pick me? The thought about stopping treatment filled my mind. No, I don't think I could do that to my family now, but I was definitely terrified to have to go through it alone.

Melody's POV

I walked out of Andy's room with one last glance at her heart broken face. It was around 11 so I headed over to the boys' room. I walked in to see them all sitting down with their heads hung. I guess Harry just told them what happened. Harry's head shot up when I walked in. The four other boys echoed his movement. "Is she awake already?" Harry said standing. I nodded. "Did you find out why she was so mad at me." His voice seemed slightly panicked which I didn't get because he didn't actually like her, did he? "She knows." I said. Harry looked at me in confusion. "I don't know how or when, but she said that she heard you guys talking about how I asked you to ask her out. She also said something about hearing that Harry doesn't care about her, only wanted her to take treatment."
Harry's face fell. I saw Louis look sharply at Niall who hung his head slightly. "I have to talk to her!" Harry exclaimed, heading past me to the door. "I doubt she'll let you, she kicked me out." I said. "And we have to leave in less then an hour to go to our show." A man coming out of nowhere said. Paul. I remembered his name from one of Andy's many lessons on everything On Direction related. Harry's face hardened an then left without another word.

Harry's POV

They think I could actually perform a concert knowing that Andy thinks I hate her or something? I'd rather miss the concert, I mean yeh I love my fans a lot but this girl I important too, whether the fans understand or not. I walked the few feet until I reached Andy's door. I hesitated before knocking quietly and then entering.

The sight before me broke my heart. Andy lay in bed on her stomach. She was holding onto a pillow and crying into it. She was so focused on her crying that she didn't notice my entrance. She looked like she was in so much pain. I took a step towards her. I saw a glimpse of her pinched face, eyes closed tight as tears fell from them. She was still magnificently beautiful with her crying face, but the pain on her face hit me like a dagger. I felt my own tears rise up as I thought about being the person to cause this pain.

I stumbled my way to her bed and gingerly took a seat. Her body jumped as she felt the weight. Her eyes darting open to take in my form. "Please let me talk." I begged. She looked hesitant, but as she bit her quivering lip, I didn't think she could speak without her voice cracking. "I know you heard Niall talking and I want you to know that only part of what he said was true, but I'm guessing that you left before you heard me yell at him for being wrong." I tried to add a slight smile but it didn't work. "Mel did ask me to ask you out, but I wasn't going to. No matter what the tabloids say, I'm not a heartless guy that plays with girls. I have feelings of my own." I paused for a breath but heard another voice as Andy attempted to speak with a steady voice. "I never believed any of the tabloids. I always believed, in my heart, that you were a good guy and that they were being cruel to you. Everyone spoke so badly about you and the other boys. It's inhuman and horrible." I smiled slightly. "Do you still believe that? In your heart?" "I'm not sure what my heart believes anymore." I nodded slowly. She has a right to feel that way.

Suddenly there was a pounding at the door, Paul's warning about leaving. "I'm going to tell them that Im not going to the concert. Your more important." I said getting to my feet. Andy quickly grabbed my had, pulling me back. A weird feeling tingled through my body where I touched her. "Don't miss a concert because of me. You need to be there for your fans, Harry. They've paid so much to see One Direction and it won't be One Direction unless your All there." I looked down at her hand that was still holding firmly to mine.
The contact of our skin felt to nice and comfortable. As she noticed my glance and realised that she was still holding my hand she dropped it and looked down. My heart saddened slightly.

"Ok, I'll do it, for you, but I have to say one thing before I go, i don't care if you don't believe me, but i need to get this off of my chest. I know it hasn't been long, but I think I'm really starting to like you, Andy. Even if it's only been a day." My heart raced as I said the words That I've been dying to get off of my chest. As they left my mouth I knew that they were true. Shock and joy filled Andy's face. She smiled her bright smile that I loved. Wait what? "I feel the same." She whispered. With that I leaned down and kissed her.

A/N
Sorry I haven't been writing lots, school just started and I had moved so I was going through the moving thing and starting a new school where I knew nobody. Scary stuff! Anyways
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