The Hurting Game (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine: Keep your head Up

Chapter Nine: Keep your head Up

[Chloe's POV]

After ten minutes of running i found myself back home, curled in a ball on the ground at the bottom of the stairs. I felt like smacking my head against a solid surface. I felt like screaming. It literally was tearing my heart in two. To hear his shaky voice telling me he had cancer, it killed me. The pain was worse than anything imaginable. I didn't want him to get sick. I didn't want to watch him fade away into someone I could barely recognise. He was so special to me and I knew my feelings for him were only getting stronger. I so badly just wanted him to be okay and for him to tell me we could be together. Him being sick was unfair on me? What a load of crap. Part of being in a relationship with someone is taking care of them when they're injured or hurt or sick, not even cancer could change the way i feel about Harry and that was something i knew for sure. 

I rested my head on my arm which muffled my sobs and cries of pain. Three months. THREE FUCKING MONTHS!!! Why didn't he tell me sooner? We would only get to spend three more months together before he was hospitalised. Three months was all we had left, who knows what this cancer could do to him... it was terrible to think that i could lose him. 

"That's not... long enough!" I whimpered inbetween cries. I didn't want to believe anything i'd just heard. Why was this world so cruel to the people who did nothing wrong? I've lost my parents and I sure as hell don't want to lose Harry. I picked myself up off of the floor and ran into my bedroom. I locked the door and fell onto my bed as I burried my head into my pillow and screamed. It sucked not having anyone to comfort you. Especially when the person who's normally always there for you is the one who's causing your pain. 

For twenty minutes i did not stop crying. I didn't know what to do other than feel broken and be upset. Then suddenly I heard an unexpected knock on my bedroom door causing me to sit up instantly. 

"Hey Chloe, it's Tom... are you okay?" He asked sounding sorry for me. 

Woah, hold up. What the hell is Tom doing here? More importantly, who let him in!? I sat up and wiped away my tears before staring at my bedroom door confused. 

"Chloe, just open up and let me in, i want to help you..." He began but i cut him off.

"Just fuck off Tom! I'm not in the mood..." I yelled annoyed. I didn't even want to talk to him let alone have him in the same room as me. 

"Look Chloe, Harry called me and told me about everything that just happened. He knows you won't listen to him and since i'm your boyfriend he wants me to try and get through to you..." Tom said in a soft and caring tone.

But i didn't believe a word i was hearing. This isn't like Tom, being all affection and understanding. If I knew anything about him, Harry's probably already blurted out how i feel about him, and he'll be here to 'teach me a lesson'. 

"Please Tom, i just want to be alone..." I said through sobs. I could feel the tears building up again. 

"If that's what you want then i'll go. I know i havent been the best boyfriend to you, and i know i don't treat you like i care about you, but i do. I really love you and even though you love Harry, it hurts me to see you sad... so if there's anything I can do, you know you can always call me." He mumbled sadly before i heard his footsteps trail off down the stairs.  

Argh! What the hell is with everyone lately and confessing shit to me! Harry just told me he had cancer, Tom just said he loved me, i dont think i can take anymore of this. I held my face in my hands. I knew that every minute i sat here doing nothing but cry was just another minute i was wasting that could be spent with Harry. I rushed downstairs and grabbed my phone from my bag. Just what i thought, 10 missed calls from him and six messages. I didn't bother to read them, but instead I began to compose a new message.

'Please come over... x' Was all i could say. I pressed send and waited for a reply.

Surley enough, a few minutes later i got one.

'Be there in five, Haz xx.' 

I let half a smile slip accross my face and prayed that i'd be able to keep myself together.