How long will it take?

Chapter 9

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Lola's POV

"Lola Jones, Dr Lake will see you now." The receptionist smiled at me from her desk and pointed to the door on the left.

It had been a week since Harry and I had called a truce and he was with me for my first check up appointment. He had held my hand whilst waiting and he made stupid jokes to lighten the mood but nothing could erase the sick feeling in my stomach.

I stood up and walked over to the door, Harry was behind me, his hand on my back keeping me calm.

"Um, Lola, do you want me to come in with you?" He asked, gently.

I shook my head and walked forward, I had to do this on my own, there was no way I would drag him down with me.

I knocked on the door and heard a mumble.

"Ah, hi there Lola. How are you feeling?" Dr Lake smiled, motioning for me to sit down. His smile was friendly and calming, he reminded me of my dad.

"I've been ok for the past few weeks, I had a bit of a stumble at rehearsals and I fainted but it cleared up pretty quickly." I started.

"Wait a second Miss Jones, you fainted?" His face looked concerned.

I nodded, giving him an uneasy smile.

"Right, I'm just going to have some blood tests done for you, and I can clarify the cause of the fall. As you are a critical patient it is very important for us to take these tests Lola, it could be very dangerous for the next dose of chemo." It took a while to sink in and the world stopped for a second. I didn't know it was critical, I didn't know I was this sick.

"Lola? Did you hear me?" I must've blanked his words out because I hadn't heard his question.

"Do you have someone here so they can keep you calm whilst you have your tests?" I just nodded and pointed to the door.

He walked out and I heard some mumbling coming from the other side, he must be talking to Harry about it. My knee started shaking uncontrollably and the walls felt like they were closing in on me. What would happen if my blood was infected, would I have less longer to live?

Harry walked in, the doctor at his side. I saw the needles in his hands and glanced to the floor so I wouldn't be sick. I inherited that off my mum, she hated the sight of needles because it reminded her of her time on hospital and she did everything she could to keep me away from them. Who'd have thought the same thing would be happening to me too?

Harry took the seat beside me and grabbed my hand. His features looked sad and the smile he gave me didn't reach his cheeks at all. The doctor prepared all the needles and gave Harry a nod. He instantly started to talk.

"You're going out with me tonight, Lo." He said. I looked at him shocked and just shook my head.

"No chance Harry, it's the last rehearsal before the big show tomorrow and Dani is teaching me the last dance."

"Well you'll have to forget the dance because I'm taking you for some dinner and you're going to tell me your story like I told you mine." He smirked at me and gave my hand a squeeze. He was so cocky but still adorable, his smile released his dimples when he saw me rolling my eyes.

"I suppose I can rearrange it, I'll just blame you if I forget my routine for tomorrow night." I told him and gave him a fake glare.

"I'm sure I can live with that! Besides, it's not every night you get to have dinner with Harry Styles!" He winked at me, causing me to giggle too loudly.