It was not in the plan

Chapter 22: The Final Straw

Song suggestion: Swallow Your Pride - Rhys

I looked at him, expecting some sort of answer. Henry had a pained look on his face.
"My mother insists on the best treatment" He said finally in defeat.
"Where?" I asked.
"Canada" he said softly, he seemed a bit out of breath, he slumped back against his head board. His eyes closed.
I don't know what it was, what gave me a sudden boost of confidence, but I felt myself slowly walking to Henry, I straddled him,
A soft breath left his lips and he opened his eyes, a bright shade of green.
I took a deep breath in, and moved so close that we were inches apart. I felt his breath against my skin. A minty scent.
I glanced up at his eyes, asking if this was okay, he didn't look at my eyes, he looked at my lips, then closed the gap between us.
His lips softly placed on mine, my heart banged against my chest. It felt like instinct, my hands reached up to his hair, gently playing with his hair, his hands moving up to the sides of my face. He slowly stroked it. We were in sync. Moving together as if we had done so many times before. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy.
After what seemed like ages, we broke apart. He panted softly, resting his forehead on mine.
Our eyes connected again, he smiled and pecked my lips.
"I don't want to loose this" he said, glancing at me once again.
"I don't want to loose you" I said.
"That's what Im scared of" he said, "that's why I left-"
I moved away from him.
"You regret the kiss" I said blankly,
"No- never" he said "but I" he stopped suddenly.
"You regret it" I said, the hurt evident in my voice. "This was a mistake"
"No, wait Violet" he said.
I got off of him. "I'm gonna go-"
"Violet please wait" he said softly, he jumped out of bed, softly grabbing my hand.
"Please" he said pulling me closer to him.
"I don't regret anything," he whispered. "Im sick, just really sick and probally about to die soon. And seeing you hurt will kill me. I don't want you to hurt over me"
"You aren't going to die"  I said
"How do you know?" He asked.
"I know you won't" I said, "I just found you. I refuse to loose you"
He kissed me again. This time his lips connecting with mine with more force. I stepped back into the door as support and his hands held my waist. "Plus you're a fighter, you'll get through this and I'll be there to support you" 
The room was silent for a moment, he stared at me, his eyes boring into mine, unblinking, he grabbed my hands and played with my fingers.
"I like you" he said honestly. "but that doesn't matter now"
"When are you leaving?" I asked.
"Tomorow" he said.
I slowly nodded, taking in all of his features.
There was a moment of comfortable silence as we stood there, he smiled at me. I got off him and fell onto the bed next to him.
"Are you hungry" he asked.
"A bit" I replied.
"Wanne go out?" He asked
"Can you go out?" I asked.
"I feel fine" he responded firmly.
I nodded and he grabbed a jacket and his wallet before leading us downstairs. His mother stood there, looking at something on her phone.
"Ma, we going out" he said.
His mother looked at us shocked. "No you aren't"
"I'm fine" he said "I've been in bed all day"
"Because you are sick Henry" she said. " go back to bed, I'll order you some food."
"But" he started.
"Henry" she said firmly, "I'll bring you two some movies or something"
He let out a sigh "fine"
He held my hand, dragging me to the couch. "Wait here" he said softly.
He walked upstairs, slowly.
Minutes later he came back down with blankets and set them on the couch.
"I have some movies" he said showing me the DVD's in his hand.
"I'm feeling some horror" I said to him. Instantly a smile lit up his face.
"I remember why I like you so much" he smiled genuinely, the smile going up to his eyes. He put IT in and sat down on the couch, reclining the couch.
I lay next to him, leaning on his shoulder.
His mother walked in as the adverts started.
"Is it okay if I order pizza?" She asked.
"Yes" I said instantly and Henry nodded.
She took our orders and told us that she would go out and fetch it.
After a few minutes Henry's uncle returned with a bowel of buttery popcorn.
We spent the whole day on the couch, enjoying horror movies, buttery popcorn and pizza and mostly each other's company.
I knew instantly this time we spent with each other was precious and I appreciated it.
Little did I know, this moment would never be replaced with new memories, this single day was the finale to Henry and I's story. I would never ever feel the warmth of his body next to mine. I'd never be able to stare into his eyes, I would never be able to kiss his lips ever again.