We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Close Call

"All packed?" Harry says, entering the lounge. He's wearing a white shirt with maroon flowers on it, and khaki shorts. I bite my lip to suppress my laughter, and my tongue from commenting.
"Harry, did Mus change her wish list?" Louis says, giving Harry a once over. Harry furrows his brows.
"No. Why?"
"Ah, okay. Basing the situation on your outfit, I thought that we are going to Hawaii. Thanks for clearing it up." Louis smiles at Harry as innocently as possible. Harry flips him off.
"Very funny, I forgot to laugh." Harry rolls his eyes. "So is everyone ready?"
"Yeah!" We all say in unison.
"Everyone down in the lobby in five." Harry says, snapping his fingers and heading back toward our room.
"Geez, I never knew that we are going on to Spain with our father." Louis says, rolling his eyes.
"Tell me about it." Niall huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Since yesterday Harry has been worked up for some reason, and he's irritating the rest of us as well. Though I'm not complaining. I know he's just stressed because he wants to make sure that we reach Spain in time for the La Tomatina festival. Harry is doing so much for me. Changing routes, plane tickets, and booking hotels in less than a week is definitely not easy. However, he's doing all of that for me. Harry honestly makes me feel like a queen. The La Tomatina festival always takes place on the last Wednesday of August each year. Fortunately, the last Wednesday of August is next week. I don't know how, but Harry managed to change our plane tickets, and book us rooms in a hotel in Bunol. He's a miracle worker. It definitely beats me as to how Harry manages to pay for all of this, even though he's not been going to work for weeks. Then again, I have no idea how much dough Harry has. We've never discussed his income, but I do know that Harry's loaded.
"Mus!" Louis says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Let's go!" Louis grabs my hand, and pulls me up from the couch. "I've got your bags. You just need to get your butt down with Niall and Liam, before Mr. Control Freak, has a nervous breakdown." I giggle at that and Liam, and Niall chuckle.
"Be nice!" I say to Louis, trying to sound stern. However, my words will never affect Louis. Heck, I don't think anyone's words can affect Louis.
"I'm always nice." Louis winks at me, and hands me my sling bag.
"Thank you." I say, pulling it over my head, and letting it hang on my shoulders. I unzip it to ensure that the camera, diary and pen are in it. Yes, they are. Niall, Liam and I make our way out of the suite, and toward the elevators.
"This is really important for Harry, huh?" Niall says, as we wait for the elevator.
"Yeah, it is," I say.
"Why, though? I mean, you guys have until what, age eighty to complete all of this. Then why such a rush?"
"I don't know." I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. "I guess we've realized that life is unfair, and you can never be too sure about it." I look at Niall, trying to decipher his expression. Gosh, I hope he's satisfied.
"Wow, you guys think too much. Learn to live in the moment." Niall says, slinging his arm over my shoulders. I laugh at his carefree attitude. I wish I could be like him after everything that has happened in these past few months. It's changed my life. It's changed the way I treat life as well. Yesterday, Harry called Darcy and they chatted for a long time. However, I didn't have the courage to do so. Not when I'm going to be leaving her very soon. I feel as if I'm at fault. Maybe if I had treated myself better - health wise - I wouldn't be in this situation right now. God, I wish I could turn back time, and somehow avoid this from happening.
"Finally!" Niall sighs, as the elevator dings and the doors open. He removes his arms from my shoulder and enters. I follow suite, and Liam is right behind me.
"Mr. Styles is officially having a nervous breakdown." Louis says, heading toward us. I put my hand between the elevator doors, stopping them from shutting. I step out, concerned about Harry's state of mind. I can understand just how worked up he must be right now because we've been seeing him since the past two days.
"What happened?" I ask Louis.
"Harry's going ape shit because he can't find the pouch with all of the passports." Louis rolls his eyes.
"That's because I have it in my bag." God, Harry and his bad memory. "I'll go and soothe out his tension. You three should head downstairs." I walk back toward our suite. As I'm about to reach the suite, my foot turns, and I fall.
"Shit!" I curse, placing my hand on my ankle. A searing pain shoots through my foot, and travels onto my leg. Goddammit!
"Not now," I mumble. My ankle is covered in bruises, and it's swollen. The doctor said that my whole body will be getting affected, but this is too much. Plus, my medicines are over, and I can't go to a pharmacy to buy more because Harry is always beside me. With the help of the wall I get up. Trying to ignore my pain, I head toward the suite. As I'm about to enter, I hear Harry conversing with someone.
"I need to speak with him! Now!" Harry yells, sounding highly frustrated. I near the door, and peek into the suite, wondering who the heck is angering Harry to this extent. He's pacing back and forth in front of the kitchen, his left hand tugging at his hair. His right hand is holding his phone next to his ear. Looks like whoever it is has pissed Harry.
"Yes, Doctor Ross! Are you deaf?!" Shit! My eyes widen. That's my doctor. Harry's onto me, and I need to do something.
"H-Harry!" I exclaim, entering the suite. He turns around, and lowers the phone immediately. "I-I've got the passport pouch." Harry looks at me for a few seconds, and then he sighs.
"Thank God, Mus. I was so worried. You're a miracle worker." Harry says, grabbing his coat off the couch, and his hand-carry. He presses something on his phone's screen, and then puts it in his pocket. "Let's go, Mus. Otherwise, we'll run late." Harry says, placing a hand on my shoulders, and guiding me out of the suite. It's been a long time since Dr. Ross, and I had a conversation. Looks like I need to call him and refresh his memory about patient-doctor confidentiality.
A/N: Guys, I have my math exam tomorrow, and I think I'm going to fail. Every time I sit and try to study, my mind gets distracted and I end up writing a chapter. What am I going to do?! Gosh, I'm failing. Please pray for me. Take care and thank you for everything.