Into The Darkness. (Completed)

Ch.25 Give Me Love.

[Since Kat is doing it, the song for this chapter is.. *drumroll*

Between The Raindrops by: Lifehouse.

-Kit 🙊]

At one point in your life you have to realize how much you have to sacrifice for someone, or something, you love. You have to put your emotions aside, because they don't matter, what matters is the other. The other person in the room, their emotions matter, and you have to sacrifice yours, for theirs. You have to forget all of the bad, terrible, horrible things going on in your life, and focus on what's important in theirs.

There comes a point when you have to put yourself aside, and make sure everyone else is happy.

Sometimes when I think about everything that's going on, I don't want to make anyone happy. Why make others happy when I'm not? I realized how selfish that was of me, and how wrong it was to focus on myself when there is so much more going on. Harry's sickness turned me into a paranoid bitch, all I thought about was Harry and I. I didn't think about Darcy, or anyone else.

That was wrong of me. But knowing is half the battle, I guess the kiss with Louis made me realize that. Brought me back to reality. And even though it put a dent in Harry and I's relationship, I think it fixed a lot of things too, in a weird, terrible way.

Today we have to go to the Hospital. Harry is getting his first chemo treatment. I'm scared, not for me, for him. The worry in his eyes all throughout the car ride deters me, it makes my heart wrench, seeing him like this. But if I'm not strong, why would Harry be? I have to try.

"Are you ready?" I ask, grasping his cold hand. He looks up at me, then our hands, then back up. He nods just as we reach the hospital entrance. I pull the door open, stepping inside the warm facility, that looks nothing like the place where people die. I try not to think of that, but it sits in the back of my mind, creating little nightmares of its own.

We're lead into room 173, and told to sit. Inside the room is a cat scan machine, and a bunch of IV's. I suck in a sharp breath of air as Richard comes into the room, trying my best to hold my tongue. He nods at us, taking a seat. His silence makes my eyebrows arch in anticipation.

"Are you going to just sit there?" I snap. Harry looks over at me, almost warning me with the look.

"I apologize, I'm just trying to figure out why the steroids didn't work, you shouldn't have been on chemo for at least another 4 weeks, at the least." He scratches his neck. I grip the chair to keep calm, and not yell at him for giving him shit medicine.

"As your patient, am I allowed to ask how many times the steroids don't work?" Harry says.

"They usually hold off chemo for at least 6 weeks. Three is extremely worrying to a doctor. Which means, if you're gonna make it. We have to hit chemo hard." Richard says with a frown.

"Lets do it then, yeah?" Harry says with a shaky tone.

** (I don't know much about chemo so I figure I'll just leave that part out until I study up on it) **

Three hours of antagonizing silence later, Harry walks out with shaky hands, and knees. I help him as he steadies him self on a ledge. He looks down at me, pressing a small kiss on my nose.

"I'll see you next Tuesday, Mr. Styles." Richard waves.

We get out to the car, and I stop Harry from getting into the driver seat.

"Stop, I'll drive." I say, taking his keys. He nods and gets in the passenger side.

I turn off the car in the driveway and ask the question that has been on the tip of my tongue ever since we got out of there.

Did it hurt?" My voice cracks, showing a sign of weakness. He grabs my hand and squeezes it.

"Not as bad as dying, I would guess." He smiles a bit. Just as a tear hits the steering wheel, we both break into hysterical laughter. Not knowing why, but seizing the moment. He stops and cups my cheeks, brushing his nose against mine.

"I love you, you know that?" He whispers, lips touching mine at every word. I hum in response, he presses his lips carefully to mine, almost a scared, but needy kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him as close as possible. No longer kissing, just sitting in each others embrace, no one moving. Just.. enjoying each other.

**

"Daddy!" Darcy yells as we walk through the door, Harry goes to her and picks her up, spinning her in the air.

"Hello, Anne." I say, giving her a hug.

"How was it?" I see the worry in her eyes, and realize how much it's hurting her to see her son go through this.

"He's going to be fine." I assure her, not quite sure myself. But at the time, it seemed like a good idea for everyone to think of the best. Especially when Christmas is just tomorrow. Which reminds me of all the presents I have to wrap.

"I wrapped all of Harry's and Darcy while she was napping." Anne says.

"Really? Thank you! I was just thinking about that, reading my mind are we?" I laugh. She laughs and walks into the kitchen. I take my shoes, and coat off, almost smothering the cat with my coat.

"Well, hello, Twiggles. Did you like your stay outside? I haven't seen you in awhile." I say, picking up the big furball. He meows, and cuddles up against my chest. I take him into the living room with me and cover us up with a big blanket, turning on Spider-Man.

"Ooh! Can I lay with you guys, Mummy?" Darcy asks, a big smile on her face, dimples popping out. I lift the blanket so she can snuggle in. Twiggles lays in Darcy's arms as we watch the movie.

"Don't you three look comfortable." Harry laughs, lifting my head up and placing it into his lap, running his hands through my hair. Our couch is really to small for all of us, but it doesn't matter. Everyone seems pretty.. content.

[Hey guise!

We're probably not gonna post anything til the weekend ;|

But merry Christmas, if you don't celebrate Christmas, than happy.. Wednesday! I love you all!

Holiday wishes to you all from K&K.

-Kit <3]