Dark Turns To Light: Harry Styles FanFic

Chapter 12

"I have to keep my eyes on you." He says still looking at the road. He grabs my phone out of my pocket and texts himself. So basically, he has my number.

That was an experience, all I wanted to do is go grocery shopping. The drive home was silent and I was traumatized that if I hadn't gone out of the car I could have witnessed murder. Harry went absolute crazy, I don't even want to look at him I'm afraid his eyes are still darker.

We park into the driveway and I make my way to the trunk of the Range Rover and I grab all the bags inside in the kitchen. Harry puts the butter in the fridge and I see his jaw bleeding and his knuckles scratched up and bloody. I almost feel bad for him. I grab him by his forearm and lead him to my bathroom in my room. I pull out the alcohol and a wet rag.

"You don't have to do this." He laughs.

"This is my way of saying thank you." I smile at him and his smile fades away when I out the rag on his jaw. He squeezes his eyes shut trying to fight the pain. Yes, this stuff stings a lot.

"I'm so sorry." I feel so guilty, I caused this.

"Babe, you didn't do anything, those faggots started it." My heart drops because of the way he called me 'Babe'.

I dip the rag in alcohol and I place it onto Harry's knuckles. He doesn't seem affected by it, he's probably used to it due to how many fights he's been in.

"Why did you keep hitting him?" He looks into my eyes shocked of my question. His leafy green eyes staring into my hideous brown eyes.

"He hit you, I swear if I see those pricks again-"

"Stop, it's over now." I say to him and Harry scoffs, he knows it's not over yet.

As I wipe the blood of his fingers his blood-free hand comes to my cheek and brushes my skin, my heart is beating out of my chest. This guy right in front of me has changed. I thought he hated me and I thought I hated him. Harry leans forward and we are one inch away from each other. The sound of my phone interrupts our... I don't know.

I reach for my phone out on the back pocket and look at the screen and I see the doctor is calling me. My heart drops and Harry knows exactly who it is.

"Hello?" I answer calmly.

"Hello Ariana, I have some great news." As soon as those words leaves his mouth, Harry is smiling so big I start to tear up and I start smiling myself.

"No cancer you're fine and healthy." I am happy as a child on Christmas. "But remember anything can cause cancer so if you notice any signs you need to call cancer center." I tell him my 'okay's so I can just hang up and hug Harry.

I can smell his cologne 'Bleu De Chanel' . My father used to wearing that all the time. I inhale the scent and smile into is shoulder.

No Cancer! Yay!

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Sorry it's such a short chapter, and if you like the story so far please VOTE and COMMENT! I could always use some ideas and use some of your accounts has characters in the story.

For all of you cancer fighters:)

You beat Cancer's ass. Point. Blank. Period. You're here and your living<3