My Darling ♥

chapter 55

"eghh. what do you want harry?" 

"i asked Niall to wait by the door for you"

"why?"

"i wanted to talk to you"

"that's nice" i push past him. he grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him. 

"i need to talk to you" he says. 

"too bad" i shake out of his grip and walk through the house, in search of the front door. 

when i find it i see Niall. i walk over to him and swiftly grab the keys out of his hand. "i want to drive" 

he chuckles. "you could've just asked" 

"true" i open the door and walk out. i walk down the hall and go to the elevator, i push the down button and wait for the doors to slide open. 

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"pulp. or no pulp?" i ask, holding up the two cartons of orange juice. 

"i like pulp. but it's up to you. you're the one who wants orange juice"

"pulp it is". i put the carton with no pulp and carry the carton with pulp to the check out counter. 

"is this all?" the middle aged woman with dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes asked. 

"yes" i answer. 

she scans the item and sets it in a bag. "that'll be $4.73"

i reach in my pocket to find some money, Niall grabs my arm. "i got it" he says. he grabs a $5 bill out of his packet and hands it to the woman. 

"you're not going to let me pay for anything, are you?" i ask. 

"nope" he chuckles. 

"you're lucky to have a boyfriend that pays for everything. mine's a cheap skate" the woman says to me.

i look up at Niall, i smile. he hesitates, but smiles back. "we're-" i cut him off. 

"i know" i say to the woman. she smiles at us. "have a wonderful day" she says. 

"you too" i grab the plastic bag and walk out of the store. I go to the car and put my hand on the door handle. he puts his hand over mine. i look up at him. he's shaking his head, "it's my turn". 

i scoff, but smile. i walk around to the other side and get in the passenger seat. 

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when we get back to the hotel, i pour myself a glass of orange juice and set it on the counter top next to my plate. 

Niall steals Harry's spot next to me and eats everything on his plate. 

"you sure do like to eat, huh?" i ask, laughing at how much food he's stuffed in his mouth. 

"love it" he smiles. he looks down at my plate. i onnly ate half of my bananna and two bites of my toast. "you don't eat very much do you?" he looked concered by this. 

"no. i eat a lot actually. i just don't feel like eating right now" 

"oh.is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"

"i feel fine, i just don't want to eat. it's this weird feeling i get sometimes. i have a lot of stomach problems.. but when i eat, i eat a lot"

"what kind of stomach problems? like, just normal problems or bad problems?"

"both, i guess. it's normal for me because i've lived with it for half my life so i'm used to it.. but they're diseases, so i guess it's bad"

"diseases?!" he drops his fork and it clanks on the glass plate. "are you going to die?" he asks sadly. 

"oh, no. they're not horrible diseases. they're just eating disorders. i also have sleeping disorders. and O.C.D. and i have this thing where i always have to be right, and if i touch something with one hand or one foot i have to touch it with the opposite hand or foot or else it drives me crazy!"

"wow. you have a lot of problems don't you?"

"yeah. it sucks sometimes, but most of the time i don't notice it. like my stomach problems, i only notice them when someone mentions food or eating. my OCD only acts up when someone moves something and it's not in the right place. my sleeping disorders only bother me when i want to escape the day and forget everything that happened for a few hours, but the problem is i can't sleep unless i'm really tired and can't keep my eyes open" i shrug at all my problems. 

"what kind of diseases do you have?"

"I.B.S., GERD, i'm lactose intolerant.. but i don't know if you would call that a disease.. i have insomnia, and pneumonia. also, my family has a long line of kidney stones. it started with my grandparent's grandparennts, ever sinse every person on my mom's dad's side has suffered from one or more kidney stones. my aunt Tina was hospitalized five times with kidney stones. my grandpa just got his fixed and my mom.. well, she died. i guess that's what i'm afraid of most"

"afraid of what?" he asks. 

"dying the same way as my mom. i saw her the day before we got the call.. she was in so much pain. she was screaming and crying. it was horrible" i look up at him with tears lining my eyes. "i don't want to die that way. i don't want to suffer. but most of all.. i don't want my family to suffer from the same loss"

"you're stong enough to survive it" 

"that's what surprized us the most.. my mom was stonger than i will ever be"  

"you will survive it. i promise you" he grabs my hand. "i can't lose you" 

Harry's POV.

"i can't lose you" Niall says. 

he thinks he can't lose her?! 

he doesn't even know her! 

I've known her all my life! 

.. but she doesn't know me. 

I promised her mom i wouldn't interfere with her life. 

i promised i would stay away from her. 

I can't break my promise ... 

no matter how much i want to.