XVI

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by monicarteal

by monicarteal

Harry and I talked for hours about what has been going on until he fell asleep. He looked adorable with his hair a mess and his eyes closed in peace as his chest rose and fell.

I slide off of his bed, being as quiet as I could be until his hand suddenly reaches over and grips my wrist lightly. "Stay with me?" He asks, his eyes still closed.

"Harry. I can't. I will talk to you tomorrow, okay?" I promise him, standing up. "Get some sleep."

I silently head to the door when I hear a husky murmur. "Goodnight sweetheart."

xxx

Finding out Marge got cancer was the worst news I've gotten in a while. She left the diner for me to handle until she got out of the hospital.

But I'm not sure she will.

Her condition has gotten worse according to her husband. I took a week off from work, letting another worker from late shift take my position.

I decide to take my mind off of Marge by distracting myself. I didn't tell Harry for the pure fact that he has enough to worry about.

But, Harry was with me. Which was nice.

I misjudged him. I figured that since he is famous that he must be a self centered prick. But he's the complete opposite. He's selfless and warm and caring.

He's Harry.

Harry knocks lightly on my front door before walking in with a few bags in his hands. "You have to let me answer the door, Harold. What if I was naked?" I tease. He grins.

"My luck then, eh?" He winks and places the bags on the coffee table in front of me. I smile slightly and turn my attention to my feet and chew the inside of my lip.

"Okay, so I got a bucket of KFC. Do you want chicken wings, thighs, or breasts?" He asks and looks at me when I don't reply. "Wait- what's wrong?" He asks, sitting next me while wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"It's just-nothing," I sigh. Suddenly, I see a flash outside my window. We both focus our attention towards the window and see a man in my bush with a camera pressed against the glass. Once he sees us looking at him, he scatters away.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. Hold that thought." Harry apologizes and goes around the house, pulling all of the curtains closed until it's dim. He makes his way back to me. "What were you saying?"

I fake smile and shake my head at him. "Ya know what? I'm okay."

"A-are you sure?" Harry asks, my eyes drowning in his.

"No..." I admit, tears spilling down my cheeks.

Harry pulls me into a hug, whispering assuring words into my ear.

I explained everything to Harry even though I didn't want him to worry. But he needed to know. Marge and Harry were close.

xxx

I make my way into the hospital with Emery. We both silently walk to the front desk. "Hello." I greet the woman behind the counter.

"Can I help you?" She asks sweetly, putting a pen down in front of her.

"We're here to see Marge Willingsburg." Emery speaks up and I squeeze her arm lightly when I hear her words come out in a shaky manner.

"Okay." The woman says, sifting through a stack of papers. "Ah. You need permission to visit. Do you want me to call?"

"Yes please." I nod, pulling Emery into a side hug. I kiss her head lightly.

I space out as the woman calls Marge's room.

In what felt like eternity, Emery shook me awake from my trance-like state. "C'mon.." She whispers, grabbing my hand gently in hers. I look at her and she nods at me in reassurance.

We didn't get to see Marge for long because she had fallen asleep. I hadn't seen her like this before. Eyes sunken in, lips cracked, cheekbones clearly visible, and fragile hands.

It broke my heart.

xxx