All in all, it took me about a week to move in all of my belongings to Niall's flat. It's been a month since then, now.
Currently, I'm at work. It's about 8:49pm, just a few minutes away before my shift is over. My original shift was extended today, due to the fact that one of the employees called in sick and I had to take their shift before closing hours.
I continue staring at the clock in the wall, watching as time goes by slowly. There's no more customers in the diner, the tables are already cleaned as well as the dishes. And now, me, alongside with two other employees are looking over at the clock, waiting for it to hit 9:00pm so that we can leave.
As soon as the time hits nine, the three of us quickly scurry out of the diner and lock the door behind us. I bid my farewells to the two men, and take my separate way from them.
This time, instead of taking the long walk home like I usually do, I decide to take the shortcut by the subway, leading me to the bench where I first met Niall. Surprisingly, there was Niall himself with his acoustic guitar in his lap, and his gaze focused at the night sky. His hair was messy, like as if he were running his hand over it constantly. He was wearing my white t-shirt that he always goes to sleep in, his grey sweatpants, and his white supras.
I take the spot next to him on the bench, "Hey." I say, and Niall turns his head at the sound of my voice, and smiles when he sees me.
❝Hi.❞
"What are you doing here all alone at night with your guitar?"
❝Trying to get rid of my thoughts and think of a decision already.❞
"Decision?"
❝My doctor called me today, said that he might of found a solution to my problem. So, Zayn and I headed over to the hospital and they talked to me about surgery.❞
"Surgery?"
❝Yeah. They didn't give off any specific details about it, but they did mention that if the surgery goes well, it can increase my numbers before death.❞
"That's good right? It might not keep you here forever, but it can keep you here for a while longer."
❝I know, but, honestly I'm scared. They didn't mention anything about what happens if it doesn't go well. I mean, what if I die if it goes bad? I'm not ready to die so soon, Harry.❞
"Hey, you're not going to die, alright? At least not right now. It's not your time, yet. Okay? What did you say to the doctors, though?"
❝Well, they called my parents so I can discuss it with them, you know? But we haven't decided anything, yet.❞
"When's the surgery?"
❝They said that if I do go along with the surgery, that it'll take place six days after the day I made my decision.❞
"So what did they say after that?"
❝Well, since I haven't made my decision yet, I have to decide on something and call them as soon as possible so they can start getting me ready.❞
"Well, you still have some time to decide. Don't stress yourself to decide something, give yourself some time. Do some research about it incase if you go along with it so you'll know the process."
❝Yeah, well I came here to calm my thoughts because the tracks weren't really working since trains kept on passing by with their loud honks and stuff, so I came here and I kind of got distracted by the stars.❞
"Well, stars are calming aren't they?"
❝Yeah. My mum used to tell me that when someone dies they become a star. That's why stars are infinite.❞
"When you become a star, I'll make sure to only look at you."
❝How will you even find me?❞
"I'll just know. The brightest, most stunning star will be you. I know it will. You won't be like the rest, you'll stand out to me. And I'll make sure to admire you everyday, and heck even talk to you everyday. Just so I'll know that you're still here with me. And there's no need to get jealous if I ever look at other stars, because none of them mean as much as you mean to me."
❝It's kind of sad that I won't get to see you as a star.❞
"Yes you will. When my time comes, I'll be there right beside you, Niall."
Niall looks over to me, his eyes glossy with small tears at the end of his eyes. I lean in closer to him and leave a small kiss at his forehead, his nose, and lastly, his lips. The kiss at his lips lasting longer, though.
"Now let's go home. It's getting cold outside and we're both quite exhausted." He nods and stands up, the string of the guitar wrapped around his neck, and his free hand holding mine in a light grip. I give him one last smile before quickly pecking lips and starting the walk back home.
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So I haven't updated in five days due to some wattpad problems, but it's all good now! And in those five days I finally planned the rest of this story, yay! There's only a few more chapters left, but they will be long, kind of like this one, except maybe longer.
That's all.
Bye!
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-Karlaa'
