Styles' Smile [HS AU]

Chapter 03: (stay strong) ☑

Once upon a time I was like you all; no not as beautiful, funny, kind and wonderful- I was healthy with two legs. I could run freely, walk without help, didn't have any threats of needing a wheelchair-I was the old Harry. The Harry who was left behind one tragic day.

As you (should) already know, I was the fastest runner in all my year group and I had a big future full of sports lined up for me. So many scouts were ready to sign me. But of course, my future wasn't destined to have sports. It wasn't destined for me to have the enjoyment of running. It wasn't destined for me to be chasing after girls. Whatever dreams I had had about my legs were soon to go a hour after I received my next call. I remember that tragic day as if it was yesterday. I won't ever forget it; even thought I try so hard to. It's permanently scarred into my mind. It's a part of me that I can't get rid of. It's fine.

I'm over it.  

[13 years of age]

"Harry sweetheart, you have a phone call." my mother knocked on my bedroom where I was blasting Nirvana music and finishing the last pieces of homework I had which was due in for tomorrow. I'm quite a last minute dot come sort of person. I find that I work better under pressure. 

I turned the volume of my stereo speakers down, and extended my hand for the phone without greeting my mother with words. Like all teenagers, I was rude to the people who brought me into the world. Blame the puberty. I couldn't help but distance myself from them; but I still loved my little ten year old sister more then I love myself. She is the only girl in my life. 

"Yo, it's Styles. Holla at me." I answer without a care, it just shows what sort of typical teenager I was. I was stupid reckless annoying confident ignorant a Mr know it all, and I want to punch the young me in the face. 

"Mr Styles. It is Doctor Josh Candour from the hospital where you had your asthma check up at. I wanted to talk to you about your results and some other things before I talk to your parents. I feel it's best that I tell you first, seeing as it is about you." Doctor C is the best doctor you could ever ask for. Unlike the other doctors I've had over the years, he's the most trustworthy, loyal and honest doctor I've known. He was the one that talked sense into the other doctors after they were found lying to me saying that my condition wasn't terminal. They lied, every session I went out feeling relieved and all this time they had been lying to my face!? Doesn't that make you angry? The truth is better then constant lies. 

"Go on then." I say with a bored tone, I was wondering what I could do tonight. Maybe watch the new how I met your mother episode, or I could watch some recorded football game. Sports all the way. It's funny how much I've changed; you wouldn't find me ever watching sports anymore. It's mainly because I get insanely jealous that they get to live out my dream. My one main dream from a childhood. I'm okay. I'm over it. 

"Well, your asthma is stable as ever. Its the test though... they showed some lumps when the machine scanned your lungs. Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with your lungs or anything to do with your breathing. It's your lower half I'm concerned about. We want to do some tests to investigate and we need you to come to the hospital as quickly as you can. We fear these lumps could spread. We don't want that to happen." What? What the hell is he on about lumps for? Lumps as in what you find when you don't mix your porridge correctly? Ew.