We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Matters Are Getting Out Of Hand

"I'll just change and come." I tell the boys, as I head toward the room.
"We're waiting," Louis says. Today is the day that we attend the La Tomatina festival. To say that I'm excited is an understatement. Atoms of excitement are buzzing throughout my body. I grab my phone off the bed and shut the room door. Thank God, Harry has gone down for a swim. I've finally got time to call Dr. Ross and tell him to seal his blabbering lips. I dial his number and a few rings later, he answers.
"Hello." Dr Ross says.
"Hi, it's Mus." I say, trying to sound as neutral as possible. It's pretty hard because I want to yell at him for almost telling Harry about my condition.
"Mus! Is everything okay? Have you been taking your medicines?"
"Yeah, everything's fine." I assure him. "I didn't call because something's wrong with me, I called for another reason. The other day, I heard Harry - my fiance - talking to you."
"Yes, Mr. Styles called me."
"I hope you remember what we discussed at the hospital?"
"Yes, of course I do. However, he's a very persistent man."
"I agree, but you can't tell him about my condition. Please, I beg of you." Dr. Ross doesn't say something for a few seconds.
"Mus, I know that this is your personal life, and it's none of my business. However, I have to say this; from what I deduced the other day, Mr. Styles loves you a lot. It's common knowledge that you have a child as well. With all do respect, him being your fiancee, and the father of your child, should know about your disease. It's only fair to him, and to you." Dr. Ross says. "However, if you're still unwilling to tell him anything, so be it. I'll respect your wishes, and keep my lips sealed."
"Thank you, Doctor. For everything," I say.
"No problem. Call me anytime." Dr. Ross says, ending the call. Sighing, I place my phone in my pocket. I look up to find Harry standing near the room door.
"Harry!" I exclaim, startled. He steps into the room, lips pursed.
"Let's go, otherwise we'll get late." Harry says, turning around and taking my hand in his. There's something off about his tone. Did he hear my conversation with Doctor Ross? I search his face or body language for any sign that he heard our conversation, but I can't tell.
"Harry, I thought you said that you'll meet us at the festival." I say, intertwining my fingers with his.
"Yeah, but then I had a change of mind. Decided to drop by the hotel first," Harry explains. He lifts our intertwined hands and kisses mine. I smile at his sweet gesture. I'll never get used to the romantic moments that I share with Harry.
"Harry," I begin. I know you've told me not to say this to you again and again, but I can't help myself. Thank you for everything that you're doing for me. I don't what to do that will repay all of this." I wave my hand around the suite as we exit. Harry chuckles, and shakes his head.
"Mus, you don't have to think about repaying me. What's mine is yours. Just like that, when you're happy, I'm happy. And since your happiness is in completing your wishes, I'm happy too. Honestly, me doing all of this is such a selfish act. I'm doing this for my own good." Harry pauses, staring at the floor, as if he's thinking something. Suddenly, Harry stops moving, and leaves my hand. Instead, he moves his hands to my face, cupping it. Harry stares into my eyes intently.
"I just want your trust, and complete honesty in our relationship," Harry whispers. His cool breath fans my face, and our lips brush against each other. I'm momentarily swayed by our closeness. However, I quickly recover as my conscience comes crashing down on me. Harry wants one thing; honesty and I'm not even able to give him that. I'm a fool. I'm a pathetic person, who is hiding something from a man that loves her so much. Tell him, my conscience says. I can't.
"Can you be completely honest with me?" Harry asks me. In a daze, I nod my head curtly and Harry places a deep, and passionate kiss on my lips. I kiss him back, letting my mind forget about everything else. Somebody clears their throat, and I pull back hastily. I turn around to find Louis smirking.
"Firstly, yuck!" Louis says, fake gagging. "Secondly, we're getting late. Let's go." He grabs my arm, and pulls me behind him. Laughing, I let Louis guide me. I turn my head to see that Harry's close behind my heels.
Bastard, Harry mouths. I laugh and shake my head, hoping that Harry understands the fact that I don't enjoy him insulting Louis. Harry falls in stride beside me, and takes my other hand in his. A warm sensation immediately floods my body. Honestly, I don't know why my body reacts the way it does whenever Harry touches me. I should be used to it by now, but I'm not.
"We're here!" Louis sings, as we step out of our hotel's lobby. Right outside, there is a massive crowd of people, who are covered with tomato juice. Most of them are wearing white, and crushed tomatoes are flying everywhere. One piece of a crushed tomato comes and hits Louis, square in the jaw.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." A girl apologizes, flustered. "I didn't mean to."
"These glasses are so expensive." Louis groans, taking them off and handing them to Niall. Lying asshole! He got those glasses at a night market, for less than ten dollars.
"I-I'll pay. I'm really very sorry." I feel bad for the girl.
"It's okay, he's a jerk." I say, smiling. She smiles back, but the concerned look doesn't leave her eyes.
"Hey! I got hit, and I should be the one deciding if it's okay or not." Louis says, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll forgive you on one condition; you will let me hit you as well." Louis smirks at her. Cocky asshole. He's trying to flirt with her. Gosh, Louis needs to change the definition of flirting in his dictionary. His way of flirting is messed up.
"Sure!" The girl says, grinning. "Let's go toward that side. There are crates filled with tomatoes. But you must crush them before hitting someone with a tomato, otherwise it hurts." Louis follows her, turning around and wiggling his eyebrows at us once her back is turned. I role my eyes, turning toward my left to face Harry. However, he's not there. I furrow my brows, scanning the crowd for him. Suddenly, something hits my back. I make a three-sixty degree turn to find him standing behind me with his hands overflowing with crushes tomatoes, a smirk adorning his face.
"This is going to be so much fun." Harry says, throwing yet another tomato at me. However, I duck and it hits Niall. Squealing, I run down the steps, in the direction that the girl led Louis.
"I'm coming for you!" Harry yells from behind me, and I get hit again. There are crates and crates of tomatoes lining the side of this street. I grab a handful and aim one full, non-crushed tomato at Harry. It hits him on his arm. Harry drops the crushed tomatoes, and rubs his arms, looking hurt.
"Hey, she said to crush them, otherwise they hurt." Harry says, pouting.
"Aw, did I hurt Mr. Tough Guy with a tomato?" I say, laughing and aiming yet another at Harry. He catches it with his right hand. Suddenly, a mischievous gleam flashes in Harry's eyes, and I make a run for my life. Before I can cover much distance, a heavily tattooed arm wraps around my waist, lifting me slightly off the ground. Laughing, I slap at Harry's arm, squirming in his hold.
"Not so fast, baby." Harry says, rubbing his hand all over my face. "You wanted to come to the Tomatina Festival, remember?" Suddenly, Harry's face goes out of focus. I blink my eyes a few times to remove the blurriness from my eyes, willing them to focus back on Harry's gorgeous face. However, they don't comply. I divert my gaze toward the crowd and they come back in focus. My right hand, which is still filled with crushed tomatoes, smacks Harry in the face. I laugh as I see his red face and scrunched up eyes.
"Mus!" Harry whines. "You're spoiling my perfectly crafted face. I must look like Satan's more good-looking twin."
"In your dreams!" I say, turning around and running down the street. I want to grab more tomatoes. Once again, my vision goes out of focus and I stop in my tracks, feeling highly uncomfortable because I can barely see anything. Someone bumps into me.
"Oh, hey Mus!" Louis says, sounding very excited. I feel him smacking crushed tomatoes on my face, but I don't care right now. This vision disorder is not putting me in the best of moods. I try taking a step forward, but my foot hits something and I stumble into somebody's arms. Judging by the brown, straight hair, as that's all that I can make out, I'm presuming it's Louis.
"Mus, are you okay?" Louis asks me, his voice laced with concern. I try to utter a word, but nothing comes out. Instead, I resort to nodding my head. "You sure don't look okay, though. Harry!" Suddenly, as if I'm not dealing with enough, I feel a warm substance trickle onto my upper lip. I think it's coming from my nose. I think it's blood.
"Harry!" Louis yells again. I blink my eyes and then widen them, trying my best to gain focus. However, I can't. Suddenly, I feel my breakfast coming up, and I lurch forwards, and throw up on the street.

A/N: Guess what? My math exam went pretty well, and I'm sure it's because of all of you guys. You all were so supportive yesterday that you made me believe that I'll be fine and my exam will go well and it did. Thanks for saving me from having a nervous breakdown. I love all of you. I hope your exams go well too. I wish you all the best of luck. If any of you ever need anything, I'm here. Don't hesitate to message me. I hope your exam went well Emily_776 I'm sure it did. I want to thank Cutie_0852 KAS_Is_AWESOME Shravani307 harry9d4 Styles_In_Dark Clarissa2468 DAHLIA_ROSE_14 Emily_776 for commenting and praying for me, and it's all because of you guys that I didn't have a nervous breakdown. Happy Mother's Day to your mother too loubeargurl sorry I'm a bit late in wishing.