Unpredictable Love

Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Harry's POV

Absentmindedly, I stare at the television before me as I soak up the emptiness of the apartment, now that Karleigh has left. Niall still hasn't spoken a word to me, and I nearly kicked his ass this morning with the little stunt he pulled in front of Karleigh.

With a push of a button, I turned off the t.v. and rose from the couch. My feet carried me up the stairs to my bedroom, where I happen to notice my cell phone lying on on the nightstand.

Shaky hands reach out to grab the phone and before I know what I'm doing, I dial up Dr. Martin. The device rings, one, two, three, four times before there is finally a click.

"Thank you for calling Dallas Cancer Treatment Center, how could I help you?" An unfamiliar female voice speaks through the phone.

"Uh yeah, is Dr. Martin in?" I request an wait for her response.

"Indeed he is, I'll transfer your line to his office." The polite woman offers and I hear a few clicking noises coming from her end of the line.

Soft music plays in my ear as I hold for Dr. Martin to answer my transferred call. Karleigh's heartbroken face from when I told her about my diagnosis, flashes through my mind.

"Hello?" The warm, familiar voice of my doctor rattles me from my trance and I snap back to reality.

"Hi Dr. Martin, I noticed you called, what can I do?" I fumble with my words and he clears his throat.

"I just wanted to remind you that tomorrow at noon, you have a few heavier doses of treatments than usual, along with some tests we're going to run, so we're going to keep you over night." Dr. Martin says through the phone.

Shit, was that tomorrow? I remember him telling me about this before but once again Karleigh's been quite the distraction.

"Thank you, I'll be there." I promise him, glad that Karleigh knows the truth, otherwise I'd have to lie about my absence for the next two days.

Shaky fingers disconnect the phone call and I sit in silence, dwelling on my thoughts.

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Karleigh's POV

"Tell me Karleigh, are you a follower of Jesus?" The priest questions me and I scoff while rolling my eyes.

When my gaze returns to his stone cold face, I realize he wasn't kidding. "Oh, uh..." I choke, twirling a strand of my hair around my finger. The priest patiently smiles at me and places his cozy hand against my shoulder.

"I'd be fairly pleased if you could return here on Sunday for my sermon." The priest casually invites me as if we've been lifelong friends. My head starts to slowly shake, gradually building speed.

"I'm sorry, church isn't really my thing." I apologize to the generous man who's staring at me with persistent eyes.

"You're father just passed?" His statement, is more in the phrase of a question and I can't help but gawk at him.

"How did you...know?" Shock is clear across my feature and the priest gives me a sly smile.

"Be here on Sunday at 9:30am, God has something very awakening for you." The priest says as he stands from the alter and disappears down a slim hallway.

"Wait!!" I yell after him, but it's no use, he's already gone.

How did he know about my father? More importantly, what did he mean by God has something awakening? I'm awake aren't I? I stand from the pew and make my way back outside to my car.

The twelve minute drive back to Aunt Jocelyn's house, through the calmer part of the city is peaceful. As I pull into the driveway, my cellphone starts ringing from its location in the cup holder. Harry's name has appeared on my screen and I wait a few rings to answer his call, not wanting to seem eager.

"Hey baby," his seductive, husky voice purrs through the receiver.

"Hi." I croak, struggle to speak now that my insides are melted.

"I-I've got a doctors appointment tomorrow, and I'll be staying over night okay?" He informs me and my heart falters.

I nod my head slowly, before realizing he can't see me. "Okay." I tell him. There is an odd silence on the line between us and my lips part to speak once more.

"Could I..." I start to say but trail off.

"Yes..?" He encourages me to continue.

"Could I possibly go with you, to your appointment?" I bravely ask him, "Unless of course, you don't want me to come..." I add frantically.

"I'd love for you to come." He chuckles pervertedly and I giggle as I roll my eyes.

"Perv." I playfully scold him through the phone, and I can practically hear his smile across the line. Butterflies erupt within my stomach and I'm thankful that Harry isn't here to see my flustered emotions. I can't help but be nervous with the thought of going with him to the doctor tomorrow.

"Under one condition..." I bribe, and he pauses on the other end of the phone.

"What would that be?" He hesitantly asks, a devious smirk growing upon my lips.

"You have to go somewhere with me on Sunday." I hint at my intentions but he doesn't seem to catch on.

"To where?" He questions.

"You'll see." I say, teasing him and hoping he becomes eager.

Harry releases a long groan, expressing his frustration just as I had hoped. "Love you." His sudden words snap be back to reality from my giggly state. A small sound squeaks from the back of my throat and my lips part to reciprocate the words.

"Love you." I reply. Harry's line disconnects and I place my phone in my lap. With a smile on my face, I climb out of my car and start to cut across the lawn to get to the front door quicker than the sidewalk would allow.

A soft shuffling sound comes from behind me, and right as I whip around to find the source of the sound a large heavy dog lunges against my body toppling into the grass.

"Holy fuck!!" I scream as the large golden dog starts showering me in sloppy, wet dog kisses. Hastily, I turn my head away but the dogs slobbery tongue follows my movements and I attempt to use my arms to remove the dog from me.

"Tucker!" A husky voice calls from nearby. Pressing my elbows into the grass for support, I attempt to lean up to see who the voice belongs to but the golden dog quickly presses me back down against the grass. My eyes clamp shut, avoiding the slimy liquid from getting in them.

"Tucker! Good fucking grief!" The male voice is closer now, but I dare not open my eyes. The weight of the dog is lifted off of me and I prepare to thank my hero, or maybe curse him out for letting his dog attack me. Just as my eyes peel apart and I swipe the sticky slobber from my face, my eyes focus in on the owner of the dog.

You've got to be fucking kidding.

It's Marcus.