Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 14

Hiya c; So, a somewhat short chapter >_< I'm so sorry. My mind has just been away from me lately ;P Do your best to enjoy<3

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Chapter 14 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            “Harry, I’m supposed to die soon.”

            I watched intently through my blurry vision as his face twisted in confusion. I hadn’t meant to tell him, ever, really, but I knew it would come out. I just didn’t plan on it being today. When we were having a beautiful moment not too long ago. And now, still standing in our underwear, I just revealed part of the truth to him. All because my damn concealer washed off in the water.

            “What?” Harry asked softly, his eyebrows etching together distraughtly. “Valerie, what the hell does that mean?”

            “It means I have a rare heart disease called IHSS. In other words, Idiopathic Hypertrophic Subaortic Stenosis,” I told him, sucking in a sharp breath air. “It’s rarely ever found in females, but when it is, it’s more dangerous than it is to males. Not to mention that hardly anyone lives once they’re diagnosed with it. The average age is twenty-five, but the doctors don’t think I’ll even make it that long.”

            Harry shook his head. “You aren’t going to die, Valerie. You can’t,” he practically whispered, his voice cracking mid-sentence.

            I was literally flabbergasted (ha, what a beautiful word) at how much Harry already cared for me. He was almost crying with me, for God’s sake. I really don’t think this is real. I just… I can’t bring myself to believe it, and I don’t want to believe it. There’s no such thing as a happy ending.

            “Harry, I can’t stop it and I think it’s getting worse,” I said softly, a stray tear rolling down my cheek. “My chest has been hurting more often, and it always feels like someone is constantly shoving a knife through it. I’ve been taking my medicine and everything, but it’s not helping anymore.”

            “Don’t say that,” Harry nearly yelled, shaking his head violently with his eyes squeezed closed. He laced our fingers together again, squeezing my hands as if he never wanted to let go while he locked our foreheads together once more. “I can’t lose you when I just got you, Valerie. I can’t do it. I won’t do it.”

            Thinking of all the times I’ve dreamt Harry (or any of the 1D boys) saying that to me only made me cry harder. My mind slowly wandered back to my damn book once more, and how when Lauren told Harry, this is exactly how they stood. Both their hands locked together with their foreheads pressed on one another. Both of them crying about the same thing; Lauren dying with IHSS. Lauren’s character was basically me; the disease and everything. I just modified her looks in the book to make her sound prettier than me, because let’s be honest here; I’m not the fairest maiden in the kingdom.

            But I still can’t get one thing out my mind; how is it possible?

            For a book to have so many similarities to reality? It shouldn’t be possible. It isn’t possible. I’m clearly just assuming things and being my normal, stupid self. Yeah, we’ll go with that. It’s a lot more believable than a fan-fiction coming to life, right?

            “I’m sorry, Harry,” I whispered. “I could literally drop dead any moment and—“

            “Stop,” Harry said firmly. “Just stop saying things like that. I don’t want to hear it.”