♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

Holding on to life.

GUESS WHO'S DONE WITH THESE SHITTY ASS EXAMS ? MEHHHHHH :))

Enjoy , (and sob bec this may be a little extreme)

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"Do you want me to lower the Bed alittle for you, Dear? You need to rest." The Nurse asked me, Smiling kindly. She was really pretty, Her long blonde hair cascading down to her lower back, and Her thick long lashes touching her soft looking cheeks. Looking at her, I kind of missed looking so young and beautiful. But all the treatment I had to go through for the passed two years caused my straight, Long Black hair to fall out. My Face to pale and Turn alittle purple around my eyes and Nose. My lips to be always cracked and Dark Red. I was Ugly.

"Yes please, Diana." I Eventually answered her, Giving her a small smile. She Nodded and walked closer to my bed, Lowering my bed alittle for me and Fixing the pillow under my Head. When she was done, she looked at me, Examining my face and Smiling sadly.

"You're really strong Dear, Keep Holding on okay?" She Said to me, Her eyes Holding Hope and Sorrow. I looked down, Closing my eyes and taking a small breath. "I only have a few months left, Diana. I'm dying." I said, My voice cracking.

Who knew that one day, I'll wake up, Having to find out that from that Day on, I'm entitled to Sit in a Hospital Waiting for the Day that I take last breath, Constantly going through surgeries, Treatment until I looked disgusting.

Who knew that my Happy, Beautiful self would turn into this depressed, Hopeless person that I am right now ?

It all felt so sudden.

"One day you'll be in good hands my Dear, Doesn't matter if it's here with us all, or Up there-" She paused, pointing to the Sky outside the Window.

"-And I promise you angel, Survival isn't impossible. Even if you're on a really dangerous stage of Cancer. Just Hold on, Pray, Be strong and Maybe one day you'll be Free." She Continued, Booping my Nose.

I Smiled Brightly, Hugging Her and Thanking Her.

And As Diana Left, I was Left alone again. Loneliness isn't new for me at all, I've grown used to only Hearing the sound of my Breathing and Staring blankly at the white walls, Or Watching useless TV shows. But the Hardest part was Falling asleep, I'd always be scared to Fall asleep because I would never know If I'll wake up. I would be scared because I haven't said goodbye to anyone, and I wouldn't be ready to Die and Leave this world yet.

I was Taken out of my thoughts when I heard the sound of Knocking on my Door, Instantly Mumbling a Low 'Come in'. And to my surprise, In walked a Very familiar Figure that Rarely ever Visits but I still feel immense love for.

"Harry?" I asked, Shocked. He stood there, Eyes widened, Almost Bulging out of his Face. He looked Just as shocked as I was, Which I didn't Fully understand at First until I saw him Examine me Closely. And that's when I remember that the Last time I saw him, I was still In an Early Stage, My Hair still Healthy and Existent and I pretty much looked like a Normal person back then.

"Ha-Hazel? What Happened to you?" He Stuttered, Clearly not expecting me to look this sick.

"Well if you visited more often you'd know That Cancer Happened to me." I Snapped. What does he expect? That All his problems will Vanish if He left it aside. And yes, I'm sure I am one of His problems.

"I-I.." He Stuttered Again, Guilt swirling in His beautiful Emeralds.

"It's okay." I shrugged. Its not like I Didn't get used to nobody Being by my side through this whole frightening experience. It's like you Finally realise who's actually Here for you When you go through such Horrible Times.

Me And Harry Never broke up, But after I was diagnosed with Stage 3 Cancer, Harry Forgot all about me. He started Visiting once every week, to once every Month, to Once every 4 months, To Never visiting.

"I'm sorry. Look, Hazel..I just wanted to Come here to confirm to you that we Broke up, right?- it's just that after you got Sick, we started Drifting apart and I'm seeing someone right now and-" He paused for abit, A guilty look on his face before continuing, "- You're going to die soon, Hazel."

I Gaped at Him for a Couple of seconds before looking away.

"So you're going to leave my side Just because My time came? Because I don't look as beautiful as I looked before? Because I'm sick?" I said, Looking down to compose myself and avoid looking at him and breaking down.

"No Hazel, It's just that it's too much okay? The Guilt was eating me alive and I just had to come and tell you this so I don't feel this feeling anymore!" He yelled, throwing his Hands up in exclamation.

"Okay." I Nodded, Glancing at him sideways before returning back to looking at my Hands.

He was still stood there, Scratching his neck awkwardly as he looked at me.

"What do you want? Aren't you done, or do you want to make this even Harder For me? You don't understand the pain I feel everyday Harry, Yet you still choose to Do this to me! I never asked you for anything Big, all I asked for was For you to stay by my side until The day I finally leave this world. Because Frankly if you haven't noticed, I'm in this alone. And Being alone while Being in this state isn't Fun at all." I blew up, Glaring at him.

However when I realised that He isn't planning on saying anything after seeing him just staring at me Guiltily.

"Now Fu.ck off, I'll see you at my Funeral, yeah?" I snapped sarcastically, turning my back to him and laying down.

I heard the sound of his footsteps come closer to my bed, and soon enough, I felt a pair of lips press against my forehead.

"I'm sorry, Haze." He whispered in my ear, Getting up and walking towards the door, standing there for a couple of seconds before gently closing it.

And that night, I layed on my hospital bed, staring up and counting the stars, engulfed in my own thoughts. And just like that I decided that I'm ready to go, I'm ready to leave this world behind and Lay peacefully on the clouds, in the hands of God.

And I knew that it was time, my Heartbeat slowing down, my lungs letting in lesser and lesser air from the machine. My eyes fluttering closed and opening again every moment.

And the world felt like it was moving in slow motion as I all of a sudden Heard the loud beep that I've been dreading for the past two years, and my eyes managed to catch the sight of the constant blue line on the screen next to me, before finally, After two years of Holding on tightly, I let go of Life.

And I couldn't control anything in my body anymore, but I could still hear the screams of Nurses and Doctors all around me, trying to get my heart to start beating again.

"Its too early!"

"Press, press!"

"Doctor!"

"Push on her chest and give me the shock!"

"Faster, Everyone."

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"She's gone, doctor."