Inject me into your broken heart.

Chapter 5: No.

Harry's world stops at the word 'cancer'. Most people would be the same.

Even the world changes after you hear them say it. The word because a sick sound in your ears. You feel betrayed by the world, a hatred in your gut at yourself for not being able to help. You feel as if you have it aswell, like it's seeping into your chest.

"No." Harry says, a simple word.

"What?" Louis asks confused. All the boys look on wearily.

"No, you cant. You're tan, with hair and bright blue eyes. You just can't." Harry shouts, curling in on himself as much as he can with his back.

Louis' heart brakes with those words. He knows he is getting paler, luckily his eyes are still blue but his hair... oh god! his hair. That's what makes it so real. Losing a part of yourself.

Louis removes the beanie softly and places Harry's hand on his head.

He has been sick long enough to know how this goes. He has to let Harry get it in his system before Harry can help him.

Harry lets out a whimper them lifts his head. He pets louis head, going over the bold patch as well as the hair.

Harry, being the caring person he has always been,skips the self hate bit and goes straight to helping Louis.

He opens his arms and pulls Louis to his chest, placing Louis head next to his heartbeat and playing with his hair.

"I'm sorry. You're still beautiful. You aren't the cancer, it's part of you not the other way around." he whispers softly for a while, the other boys just watching and smiling.

"You too Zayn." Harry States after a while, opening his arms to him. Zayn shuffles in and thanks Harry softly. "Can I ask what types?" Harry says softly.

Zayn whispers "Eye." softly. His hands coming up to tap his cheek just below his eye, rubbing it softly. When you look close, you can see slight patches of a brown that's lighter then his eye colour around the iris.

"I-I..." Louis stutters, Niall leaning forward to pet his leg softly. "I have larynx, or voice box, cancer."

"Okay." Harry says slowly, unsure of that really works.

"I lucky don't get breathing problems with it. I will end up most likely losing my voice though." He whispers, rubbing at his throat softly.

Harry wraps his pinky around Louis, startling Louis and making him grow his head up. They look into each others eyes as Harry whispers a promise that means the world.

"I'll be there every step of the way."

(A.N: Sorry it's short :'( I tried?.... The photo at the top is just cause it gives me emotions. Anyway I love getting your comments and thanks for waiting so long!!!)