The Probability of Us [Harry Styles]

Chapter 17

I go downstairs and am instantly disturbed by the swarm of paparazzi surrounding me. I turn left and put my sunglasses over my eyes despite the cold temperature.

I see Harry waiting inside with a 2 Hot Chocolates. He smiles at my arrival and I return one at him. I want to forget about last night but at the same time I don't.

"Hey, I got you a drink" Harry says, handing me the warm beverage.

"Thank you." I say, taking a sip.

A few people ask Harry for Photos and he politely agrees. I understand his job and I think he likes that.

After we finish our drinks Harry suggests we go for a quick walk before we head our separate ways, as Harry has an interview at 3:30.

We walk along the busy street as a billboard catches my eye.

it reads:

"Cancer Patient Housing Foundation, Now sponsored by ITV2 and Tesco's.

go to www.CPHF.com.uk"

I'm confused, if CPHF was a cancer housing foundation, why was there a note from them in my house?

"Harry..." I ask, hoping he has more information about it.

"Yeah, what's wrong" He says worried.

"The-There was a CPHF.. F-Flyer in my house..why" I ask, tears rolling from my eyes. It was starting to make sense. My father had not accompanied us on the plane, and he was barely at home in Sydney, and he hadn't spent one night in the apartment with us.

"Tess... What's going on, don't cry" Harry says, pulling me in to his chest. I rest my head against his shoulder sobbing. I gather myself and ask Harry where the nearest hospital is.

"Uh, Clinic I think" He says

"London Clinic?" I ask.

"yeah.. that's where they treat like cancer and stuff" Harry says, it's obvious he doesn't know how to make the conversation better. But he can't.

"Can we..Go see him." I need to know if this is real, if this isn't just one big mistake, I want him to be okay, I want him to come home and tell us all about his trip to America. I want him to be okay, that's all I want right now.

We walk to the hospital which is only a short distance away, being followed by 10 or 11 big paparazzi that captured me crying on camera and took photos of it. I couldn't help it, and they are the least of my problems now.

Harry opens the door for me and we are hit with the smell of a hospital. It's very clean in here despite the fact that this place is filled with sickness and disease.

"May I help you" The receptionist asks.

"Yeah um... Is David Black here?" I ask, hoping she says no.

The lady types into the keyboard of the computer for probably the longest 40 seconds of my life before speaking.

"Yes, he is in the oncology ward, floor 4 room 12C. Have a nice day." My stomach drops. This isn't real. This isn't real. I want to scream. I want to scream and cry and most of all I want him to be okay.

"Harry." I say, I think he needs to go. this may be something I have to do alone.

"yeah?" He says

"Thank You so much for bringing me here, I just need to do this... Alone" I hope I'm not hurting him, but I have to do what's right for me and Dad.

"I'm waiting for you." Harry sternly says

"No, Ha-" he cuts me off

"I am waiting for you." He says, his face softens as he pulls me in for a hug.

"Thankyou" I whisper.

I go up the elevator and Find myself on the Oncology ward. I look at the numbers on the doors trying to find 12C, it's right near the end of the hallway.

On the plaque with the room number is says:

12C

David Black

Terminally Ill