We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Little Secret

A/N: Is it wrong that I cry on almost all of these chapters? Wattpad is my happy place, but these chapters are making me sad. Thanks a bunch for voting and commenting so much over the last few chapters. I love each and every one of you for sharing your views and encouraging me to keep writing.
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"Pregnant?!" I practically shriek. "Y-You said that I can't conceive."
"I-I don't know why." Dr. Ross says, and I can hear the worry and helplessness in his voice. "Cancer patients are too weak to conceive and they usually don't. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize." I say, sighing. "What should I do? You know that I don't have enough time to bring this child into the world."
"Abort it."
"What?! No. I-I can't do that." I shake my head at the thought. "That's not a pliable option. Give me another."
"There's no other option. It's either abortion or childbirth and we both know that you don't have the strength or time to bring this child into the world."
"There must be some other way. Can't you prolong this? Give me some medicines? Anything!" I'm panicking. My heart beat is racing. I don't know why, but I want to bring this child into this world. Maybe my decision isn't the best because he will grow up without a mother and a mother is the most important being in a child's life. However, I can't just kill him.
"Mus, they're ready." Harry says, entering the room. I see him and hastily end the call. He looks at me, furrowing his brow. "What're you hiding?"
"Nothing!" I say hastily. Harry crosses his arms over his chest and looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I've seen you lie to me many times and now I know when you're lying. Spill!"
"I'm not!" I defend myself. "I-It's nothing."
"Your voice has a higher pitch, your palms are glistening with sweat, and I can tell that you're nervous with the way that you're moistening your lips constantly with your tongue." Harry says, walking toward me. He leans down, placing his palms on either side of my head. "Are you going to tell me willingly, or do I have to force it out of you?" My heart rate increases even more, due to our intimate position. He's too close, and whenever Harry's close my heart loses control.
"Hmm?" Harry says, placing a finger underneath my chin. Gosh, he's doing this purposely because he knows the effect that he has on me.
"I-I," I stammer. Harry's finger trails down my jawline. My breath hitches and I lower my gaze, following the movements of his finger. "D-Don't do this."
"Do what?" Harry says innocently. "This?" He takes his finger near my neck, and traces a small circle on it. Suddenly, the door opens and the doctor enters, alongside a nurse.
"Well, we're ready to make the shift." The doctor says, too busy with reading some papers to even look up at what we're doing. However, the nurse does and her eyes widen. She coughs, trying to get the doctor's attention. However, she doesn't even care. Harry acts as if we don't even have company and he keeps tracing his finger slowly down my neck, and my breathing and heart rate keeps increasing.
"Harry, we have company." I say through gritted teeth.
"I know, but they're not a bother. Plus, I don't think either of us wants to stop." He's doing this on purpose, and I want to smack him. Suddenly, a light bulb turns on in my brain. I scrunch up my face, as if I'm in pain. Immediately, Harry stops, and moves back.
"Are you okay?" Harry says, concerned. I manage to keep that expression on my face for two seconds, before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Harry looks at me incredulously.
"You're so easy to fool. Harry, you should've seen your face." I say, still laughing. Harry smiles and shakes his head.
"We're ready to make the shift. The doctor repeats, finally looking up. "Shall we move the stretcher?" God, this will be one long and tiresome journey.
"I'll carry her. It's going to be too much of a hassle to move the stretcher, and then put it into an ambulance and drop it off on the tarmac." Harry says, sliding his arms underneath my knees. The doctor looks at us hesitantly.
"Okay." She says, when Harry already has me in his arms.
"Thank you for everything." I say gratefully. The hospital staff has taken such great care of me. No amount of thanks can define just how grateful I am. The nurse and doctor smile at me. Harry pushes the door open with his shoulder. With all the strength that I can muster, I wrap my arms around his neck. The warmth of Harry's body always comforts me. People stare at us as we pass by them. I'm sure it's a weird sight; me being in Harry's coat, which is far too big for me, and with no shoes, looking so fragile and pale. However, Harry doesn't care. When I look up, his eyes are fixated on me.
"What're you looking at?" I ask him.
"Just how gorgeous you will look in..." Harry trails off, shaking his head. "No, I can't tell you." He laughs.
"What can't you tell me?" I say, pouting. Gosh, I hate it when Harry keeps secrets from me. Wow, I'm a hypocrite.
"I...hey, you aren't telling me either. You tell and I'll tell." Harry says, a smug smile on his face. How do I tell him that I'm pregnant? He'll hate me. I'm dying and that's fine, we've all come to terms with that. However, I'm also taking an innocent life with me.
"Harry, I'll tell you in the plane. Promise," I say.
"Why not now?"
"Because I think we should be alone when I discuss this topic with you." Harry opens his mouth, but then shuts it.
"Fine!" He huffs.
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"Voila!" Louis says, entering the plane and bowing. I laugh at his silly antics. Somebody pushes him from behind and Louis stumbles, landing on a seat that's opposite to the door.
"Hey!" Niall greets me. He's lugging a hand carry behind him and a coat is draped over his left arm.
"Hi," I say. Niall leaves the hand carry in the center of the aisle, and he wraps his arms around me.
"You look good." Niall says, pulling back.
"And you don't look good lying."
"I am not!" Niall says dramatically. He places his hand over his heart.
"Yes, you are." I say, laughing. These boys will never grow up. It's funny though, because they're gangsters, and gangsters are supposed to be dangerous. But the gangsters that I know are such softies, and comedians. Harry enters next, followed by Liam. Louis winks at the air hostess, as he sits down beside me. Flirt!
"I'll take Mus into the room. She needs to rest," Harry says. "And you need to tell me that little secret of yours."