One Life

Chapter Twenty-Five

Look.

I've not met anyone with ovarian cancer, so don't complain at how weak I'm making Stella seem with losing her balance, blacking out, falling, vomiting, etc.

I'm just assuming, and making shiz up.

And I'm kind of going with what I've experienced in my life with the cancer effects.

No, I didn't/don't have cancer. My mom did.

Thanks.x

& this chapter might be what everyone has been waiting for. I guess ?

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Chapter Twenty-Five~

What made me wake up was the roll of a yawn trying to escape my lips, but I refuse to let it, considering my body was pressed to another rather than one being pressed to mine

It wasn't Liam, Niall, Zayn, or Louis. And that was for sure. Or I'd be damned.

And Samantha's body was much thinner than this, and this person had no boobs when my hand ran across the chest. That'd be awkward if it was actually Sam.

Who's, other than Harry's?

Exactly... no one.

I couldn't really feel what position I was in, and what position Harry was in, because my body was numb because it was so cold at the moment as if this bunk had it's own A/C.

The reason I didn't want to yawn, was because, what if Harry's and I's faces were inches apart. That'd be horrible with my morning breath.

I shifted, eyes still closed, feeling for a sign of the covers.

In the process, I had untangled my right hand from fisting Harry's shirt at his ribs, the other one from lingering on his chest. When I found the thick covers, I pulled it up to my chin, releasing a vigorous shiver.

"Sorry." I heard the scratchy morning voice in front of me, that belonged to Harry, mumble.

I had been on my side facing him, but he laid on his back.

It wasn't until when I felt him moving, that my eyes shot open in alarm.

Was he apologizing for sleeping with me, that he was now going to leave me? I didn't want him to leave!

I immediately fisted his shirt again.

How clingy of me!

Then I followed his movement with my eyes, as he was reaching up to the ceiling of the bunk, next to the mini pull out TV. He fidgeted with the electronics, then suddenly it was as if I could finally hear, because before it was like I was hearing wind.

I relaxed once Harry had collapsed back down, his body facing mine this time. I wanted to look at his face, but I found that I couldn't moved me head anymore.

"Harry... The cord." I mumbled, voice with not an inch of attractiveness.

It took him a few seconds to grasp what I meant, but he was sleepy, of course his mind was a tad cloudy.

"Oh." He said, arching his back upwards. I hurriedly pulled the cannula tube as far as it would let me. When I shifted again, that's when he finally relaxed, facing me again.

His eyes looked like they wouldn't be able to stay open any longer. When I was suddenly warmer, I realized that the bunk actually did have it's own air condition. Harry wiped sleep from the corner of my eyes, making he press my forehead against his collar bones, trying to muster his warmth onto my body, he almost flinched, only sucking in a sharp breath.