...But You Don't Notice at All. (One Direction)

Kit-Kat and Twix

"Hey, Twix," I looked over to Harry.

"Yeah, lovely,"

"Don't get me wrong, I love having you in here, but can you bring Louis and Briair in here? I need to talk to them,"

"That's fine," he said, "I'll go grab you something to eat while they're in here,"

"Mm, perfect," I sighed before pressing my lips lightly to his for a little while.

"Don't be too long, you'll make me jealous," Harry teased as he got up towards the door.

"Do you want your hoodie back?" I called after him.

"Now, Kat," he grinned, "we both know that's a silly question,". To door closed gently behind him.

I reached out and grabbed the box containing all of Harry's letters to me. I fished out a random one.

Dear Kit-Kat,

You stopped sending me letters about a month ago, and I guess that makes sense because I never actually replied. Even though you had every reason to stop, not hearing from you gives me this empty feeling. I can't help but think this could be the end unless I get the courage to send you a letter myself, but the chances of that are very unlikely. I promise you, as soon as I get enough money, I'll send you a letter and pay to bring you over here. We can get ice cream and watch Harry Potter, and I can explain everything to you. I'm sure you've moved n by now, and I guess I have to, but you are always in my heart, Kat. You are the best friend I've ever had and I love you so much. I know it's been long since you've heard from me. But please don't give up on me, I'll come through. I just can't do this to you now that you're finally seeming to get used to it there.

I don't want you to ever worry about me because I'll always be fine. It doesn't matter if me hearts a little heavier if you get to live the perfect life you deserve. Your new friend, Elle, seems so great and she's going to help turn things around for you. The only downside is that you won't need me anymore. That's a low price to pay for your happiness. I just hope you never forget how much I love you.

Never give up,

Harry

There was a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I yelled.

"How are you doing, hun?" Blair asked as she walked in.

"I'm doing fine," I smiled a bit.

"Harry's really worried," Blair whispered as Louis walked into the room a little while after her.

"We can talk about this later," I said, trying to brush my condition aside, "I wanted to talk to you guys about a few things,"

"Go ahead," Louis smiled at me and sat in a chair beside my bed. Blair begrudgingly took the chair beside him.

"So you guys are some of the best friends I've ever had, and the people I've gotten closest with on this tour,"

"Getting sentimental on us already, Kitty?" Louis teased.

"Will you let me finish?"

"Sorry," he muttered.

"And since I'm in the hospital, I feel like I should be able to ask a few things of you guys,"

"Of course!" Said Blair, "whatever you need,"

"We'll first, I want you t stay with me, Blair. I know none of the boys can, so I need you here with me,"

"Done," Blair said.

"And the second thing," I started, "whatever's going on between you two," I pointed my fingers at both of them and wiggled them up and down, "it needs to get worked out. It'll help me get better. A work it out, like, right now,"