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I Don't Want To Say Goodbye

Hey guys! I'm going to change Audrey from Sasha from PLL to Hayden Panitierre because I think she fits it better. Love you guys, remember to fan & favorite & add to your reading list & review :)

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HARRY’S POV

I honestly can’t believe how crazy things are right now. And yet somehow, how perfect everything is. I love Audrey. I knew at some point, I would. She is so perfect. I wish she could somehow see that, I love her more than anything in the whole world. Things have been going strong for about two months now… and that also means Bailey has two months.

It’s really hard for me to see Audrey hurting so much. To be honest, the mates and I cry over it too. We all have a strong relationship with Bailey and knowing she won’t be here soon hurts us all. We all knew it was about time to tell her what was going on.

Audrey decided that she would go alone one day and tell her, with a nurse in the room, and then the next day we can all go. I’m really nervous, and I know Audrey is too. I hope she can do it.

AUDREY’S POV

I walked into the hospital room, knowing what was about to happen. I need to tell Bailey all about her past and then, her future. Someone has to do it.

“Hey,” I said, quietly, sitting on the edge of her bed. She smiled at me, and I could tell how much weaker she was becoming. “Listen, I need to tell you something.”

“Go ahead,” She said confidently. I hate to ruin this mood.

“I don’t really know how to say this, because I know you don’t really know why you’re here, but it’s about time someone tells you,” I said. She nodded. I felt my bottom lip trembling. I can’t do this.

“Do you remember our dad at all?”

“Bits and pieces of him. I remember not spending time with him.” I nodded slowly. “What’s going on, Audrey?”

I took a deep breath and let it out. “You’re going to die in two months,” I looked down. I don’t really want to see the expression on her face. Somehow I found the courage to look up, and she wasn’t crying. I think she was in shock, because her mouth was open and she was staring down but not saying anything. Time for me to continue.

“When we were really little, you and dad spent a lot of time together. No one thought anything of it until you stopped letting people touch you or play with you, you were just silent. All the time. You were twelve when it happened. I was sixteen, and I walked into the house and saw dad was… throwing things at you. First small things, tissue boxes and things like that. We were both telling him to stop, and then he…” I trailed off.

“He what?” She breathed. I can’t do this. A tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away instantly, not letting her see me weak.

“He smashed your head in with a lamp. And you have brain damage. You can’t remember anything about your childhood and it’s worsening. I know right now you’re finding yourself really confused, and it’s only going to get worse. I just want you to know I love you.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, and then one down mine. “What happened to dad?”

“He killed himself right then and there, right in front of me. You were knocked out, and soon enough the police were there and everything is under control now.” I sighed. “And the reason mum doesn’t come to see you that often is because you remind her of dad. Don’t worry, she doesn’t come to see me, either.” I said.

“So, I’m… dying?”

I paused. “Yeah,” I bit my lip. “But with what’s going to happen to you, you will be in a better place. I promise.” I meant that, too. Doctors say she’s going to start losing herself. She’s going to become confused and mean and lost. I’ve been preparing myself for this.