Harry Styles Imagines

Sparrows

"Harry I know this is hard for you but we have to try the new treatment even if it hasn't been tested yet... It's Y/N's only way to a cancer free life." My sister muttered.

Harry turned to her, and held her shoulders lightly. " You don't realize how hard this is for me. I don't want to lose Y/N... not after I lost Ryleigh." Silent tears were pouring down his cheeks and I knew this hurt him. It was the kind of pain you didn't want to feel, the kind that ate you alive everyday, the kind you blamed on yourself.

I shook my head and laid back down on the hospital bed. "I'm sorry Harry, but this is my decision to make. I realise that you have gone through this before and have felt immense hurt and sorrow but I need this. I don't have much more time. You heard what the doctor said, this treatment is my last chance... My last chance at a cancer free l-life..." I choked a sob.

Harry came rushing over to me and held my face wiping my tears away. "I know baby, I really do,"

He hesitated. " So I support you and I'll pay for your treatment."

I smiled slowly at him, and reached over to his face, slowly using my thumb take off the stray tears that had fallen from his eyes, which were watery and nodded.

"Thank you Harry and don't worry I will survive.I will fight for this, for us." I whispered and intertwined our hands together.

"I know you will," and he kissed me one last time before I was whisked away into the doctors office who was telling me all about the treatment, with Harry right by my side and 6 hours later I was being pushed into a different part of the hospital to try the new chemo treatment out.I crossed my fingers and prayed to God that this worked.

A few years Later...

Harry walked down the stoned pathway before pushing the gate in front of him to enter the cemetery.

Flowers in hand he walked towards the familiar gravestone almost at the end but paused looking at a father and his young daughter visiting his wife's grave.The father kneeled down with a bunch of white roses in his hand and placed them on the stone while him and his daughter prayed. He then stood up, wiped his tears and then holding onto his daughter's hands waved a quick hello to Harry and walked out of the cemetery.

6 years.

6 years.

Tightly clutching the bunch of daisies in his hand Harry approached the gravestone and bent down gently placing the flowers on and seating himself down as well.
He blinked back the tears that threatened to fall and cleared his throat before he began speaking.

"Hi" he smiled. "It's been almost six years now.Six years since you left me, six years since my whole world had gone. I couldn't believe it you know. It was so heartbreaking."

Well I'm happy now... I mean I am more at peace I guess with your passing.It wasn't easy, with all of the visits to the therapists and stuff.But I did it.I did it, and I listened to you. I found someone. Someone to take care of our daughter. Someone to take care of me." Harry held the gravestone as he thought of some old memories.

6 years ago...

"Do you know what's my favourite animal Harry?" She questioned as I smiled down at her. She looked gorgeous, even in the crappy hospital gown that was mandatory to wear.

"Of course I do... It's the sparrow isn't it."

"Yup," she nodded playing with the wedding ring playing with the wedding ring on my left finger.