The diagnosis

Chapter 21

Harry's POV

I wanted to ask her this morning, but she fell asleep. Then with the fans, I completely forgot. Finally I was going to ask her before we went in for her appointment. I was going to ask her to come on tour with us. The thought made me smile. I would be with the boys and the girl I love. It would be the best tour ever.

After I finally asked her and she agreed, the excitement really kicked in. Yeah she would have to ask her mom, but there is no way she isn't going to come. She just has to. She pulled out her phone eagerly as began calling who I assumed was her mum.

She walked away slightly and I respected her privacy. I didn't go outside because I would definitely get mobbed. Especially because probably a lot more people know I'm here, then when we first arrived.

I studied Andy's features as she spoke with her mother. Her happiness slowly started to deminish. Fear began gnawing at my insides. Andy hung up her cell and walked over to me with a sad expression. She looked as if she were about to cry.

"Um" she began hesitantly. "She mentioned my cancer and how she thought I had been too sick recently to travel, so she said-"

Andy's POV

Excitement pounded through my body. If I remembered correctly, Harry's tour starts up again tomorrow. I quickly grabbed my cell and dialed my mums number. She picked up fast.

"I'm officially cancer free again!." I Exclaimed. My mother began squealing on the other end. I help my phone slightly away from my ear and laughed. "What should we do to celebrate?" She asked.

"About that, Harry offered an I was wondering if I could go on tour with him?? Pleaseeee?!" "I don't know Andy. I think you been too sick lately to deal with a tour, let alone a one direction tour. Also, I'm not sure if I like the idea of you guys being alone together." "We wouldn't be alone mom. I would be less lonely then I am now and would be with Harry gone, and we would be less alone together then we have been lately. Your never home mom. I'm not blaming you, much. But your living your life, let me live mine."

"Just because you try to guilt me, won't sway my answer." She said before giving me her answer and hanging up. I slowly walked over to Harry, not exactly sure how to give him the news.

"Um" I began hesitantly. Fear seeped into his expression. "She mentioned my cancer and how she thought I had been too sick recently to travel, so she said-yes!" Harry's face instantly changed from losing hope to the happiest I've ever seen. He picked me up in a huge bear hug and cheered.

People around us looked at us. I laughed and for once didn't care what others thought of me. The only thing I truly cared about was the boy in front of me, his thoughts were the only ones that mattered to me. We stood there as we just held each other, huge smiles etched onto our face.

"I'm so happy you're going to be okay." I thought I heard Harry whisper, but it was too quiet to really be sure. "What?" I asked. Harry pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes with a warm and loving expression. "Nothing." He said smoothly and then planted a kiss on my forehead. He looked at me again and then began places small kisses all over my face. 

I began giggling at his public affection. A couple of clicks of a camera made him stop. He ignored it and laced his fingers with mine. "Let's get you home to pack." He said brightly. "yay!" I practically screamed, not hiding my overflowing excitement.

It took us a while to get to his car because of all the journalists, interviewers, and fans that had shown up while we were inside. Once in the car though, it didn't take too long to get to my house. I ran up the stairs to my room, feeling so much better than I had earlier. I heard Harry laugh as I left him in my dust.