Autism (Larry Stylinson) boyxboy

Chapter 27

November 10, 2014 - Original update

Louis' P.O.V

You know that moment when you have an indescribable feeling of anger mixed with sadness. That's what I'm feeling times 10 billion. Life is so cruel. How could this happen? Why him? Why not me? Why couldn't I be the one dying? Why somebody so beautiful, precious, kind-hearted, pure, lovable--mine, be taken away just like that. I let him slip through my finger just like she had said.

"Louis?" I heard his angelic voice knock me out my thinking.

"Are you okay?" The doctor asked concerned. I felt like I could faint even though I was already sitting.

"I'll let you digest the news. I'm very sorry." The doctor said awkwardly leaving the room.

"Wait!" I yelled.

"What type and how long?" I cried, hot streams of tears pouring down my face.

"2 months. 2 months left to live. And liver cancer." The doctor said sadly departing the room. 2 months. I turned around to look at Harry. He was silently crying, while looking at me back.

"How could this happen? To you?" I whispered. I felt so much pain in that moment that I'm surprised I didn't fall over and die. I wanted to die. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"Can you just come, please?" He asked crying just as hard. I ignored the pain as I lifted myself into his bed. I wrapped my arm around him and we both cried. I snuggled as physically possibly close as I could.

"It's gonna be okay Haz. You'll be alright." I cried into his curls.

"I know. I'm more worried about you." He whispered wiping my tears away. I grabbed his hand and kissed his pale knuckles.

"You're gonna move on." He assured.

"Move on from what? You're going to be fine." I said, the tears falling down my face contradicting my words.

"I love you." He said wiping away his own tears.

"Do you want to do chemo and all that? Or do you--?" I couldn't finish my own sentence and I was trying to put in the most sensitive manner.

"I guess I can try. Even though I can't really--do anything."

"You'll be okay, I promise."

"How do you feel Harry?" The doctor asked barging in the room, inconsiderately.

"Still sick."

"You'll feel like that for a while. So I recommend chemo. We can fly you at to CHOP tonight. As soon as possible if you decide. The doctors there will talk to you more."

"Okay." He answered. I nodded in agreement.

"Lucky for you there's helicopter ready to fly out for CHOP now. There's another patient. And tell them when you get there, I want you on chemo immediately. It's a pretty severe case." He said signing out papers quickly on the counter.

"It seems you've had it for a good 5 months. Right now it just progressed to worst." The doctor said handing me the forms. It took everything for me not to burst into tears again.

"I need to wheel him in, so could you Uh-"  he signaled for me to get up.

"Oh yeah, yeah sure-" I said sliding out the bed into my awaiting wheel chair.

"Can you keep up son?" He said unlocking his bed. I nodded my head as they rolled him out the door and I followed.

"Why didn't you go to the doctor sooner?" He muttered under his breath. I felt the guilt wash over me. We were both putting it off so much-I was so worried about myself. I'm a horrible person. I followed him down the halls until we got to a back entrance and the doors automatically opened leading us outside. I heard the loud noises of helicopter blades cutting through the cool air. It was waiting for us with the door open. I saw two people already in it. One in the same situation as Harry. The men came out the helicopter and help me and Harry in the helicopter. He was kept in the stretcher and was put next to a little girl in a stretcher. When we took off I noticed sniffling. The little girl was crying. She looked about 8 and looked just as sick as Harry. Her dark brown hair was thin and her light blue eyes looked dull and sunk into their sockets.

"Whats wrong?" Harry asked the girl. After a minute of silence she answered.

"I'm afraid." She cried.

"Of heights?"

"Of dying." And at that her mother let out a strangled cry. I patted the mother sympathetically on the back.

"Don't say that! You don't automatically just die when you have cancer." He lightly scolded her. The helicopter started to take off from the building.

"How'd you know I had cancer?"

"Cause I have it too."

"Oh."

"How old are you? What's your name?"

"Angelina and I'm 9."

"That's a nice name. Mine is Harry."

"That's a cool name." She giggled.

"Thanks. Now, promise me you'll never give up, during chemo and all."

"I promise." She smiled holding out her pinkie.

"Okay. Now tell your mom you'll be alright." He said nodding his head towards her sniffling mother.

"I'm sorry mum. I'll be alright. Don't cry anymore."

"Good. Now keep this bracelet. And every time you feel sad or upset, just remember I believe in you." He said poking her nose and handing her a yarn bracelet off his wrist. Her face lit up as she grabbed and tied it around her own wrist.

"Look mummy! Thank you Harry." She crowed giving him a huge smile. My heart swelled at my boyfriend's kindness.

"No problem." He said. The rest of the ride was a comfortable silence. Angelina was admiring her bracelet for the whole flight. When we landed they helped all of us out. We were on the roof of the CHOP building. They took us in a elevator to the 4th floor. Our room was exactly 5 rooms down from Angelina's. We waved as we went our separate ways. Once we got in our room they lifted him into the hospital bed. After they left to get the doctor I tried to make Harry as comfortable as possible in bed.

"You okay?" I asked tenderly brushing his thick curls.

"Yeah. Maybe a little scared." He admitted. I grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles. His hand felt so fragile, like I could brake it if I squeezed to hard.

"Harry Styles?" The doctor asked knocking on the door. We both nodded.

"Ah-I see at the hospital they required immediate chemo and radiation. We can start that now."

"Okay." Harry muttered biting his lip.

"Okay. And you can not come inside sir." She said.

"And why not?"

"It's not safe." (I don't know if this actually tru or not I'm kinda making it up....)

"But-"

"He'll be alright. 30 minutes at the most." He assured unlocking the bed and started rolling him out the room.

"Love you." Harry muttered.

"Love you too, lovely." I responded. The doctors cheeks also turned a deep shade of red before closing the door, leaving me alone in a dreary room.

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Ah I haven't updated in sooooo long SRY!! A lot of shit happened with the larrystylinson fandom and louie and lgbt's (which I fully support) and ughhhhh. Louis really needs to get modest under control and get his shit together.

-Britishwriterliv

-Britishwriterliv