Day 200. A Harry Styles, One Direction Fanfic

Part 15. Leprechaun.

Day 112

Grace has been weaker and weaker by the day, she keeps throwing up from the chemo session she had this week. I accompanied her to the doctors, I insisted. Turns out she had thymic carcinoma, which is a really deadly type of gland cancer.

I was devistated, but she coped with it. I hold her hand before she went in the chemo therapy, “I’ll be out here waiting for you”, I said to her. I kissed her lips before we parted away. Even though she looked brave in the outside, I can tell that she was nervous. She bit her lip, and her hand couldn’t stop shaking.

I never signed up for this, taking care of my girlfriend amongst the really tight work schedule. I have a month worth of touring in a few days, and I can’t tell her yet. I obviously can’t take her with me, and I’m pretty crushed that I can’t be with her in the times she needed me the most.

Niall came down to her house with me today, since that dinner atleast Grace has bonded with him. I want my mates to slowly love her like I do, as much as how we accepted Rosie in the first place. She’s only on the edge of acquaintences and nothing more with the others.

“You okay love?”, Niall looked up when she was walking down the stairs. I hurried off and guided her, “Seriously. You don’t need to hold me around, I’m fine”, she insisted when I held her arms. I looked at Niall, with an oh-im-worried look.

Suddenly she slipped and fell on the last two stairs, “You ok?”, Niall repeated his question, and with his quick reflexes he catched her. “I slipped”, she scorned. “I can see that”, I try to lighten up the mood.

“Come sit I made us some lunch”, he said proudly. He put his arms around her waist, supporting her weight. I leaned back to the wall, seeing how much fragile she really is. She is in no state of mind to be healthy.

“What did you make?”, I nodded slightly then walked through the kitchen, the burnt aroma filled the room. “I think that’s either over heated or..”, I pointed out when he came rushing in the kitchen. “Nothing better than a burnt ham and cheese sandwich”, he convinced himself.

I patted his back. “Thanks for coming”, he nodded. Then I left him to it. “Here it is!”, he put them on the plate and brought it to the coffee table in front of the green velvet sofa Grace was lying in.

She smiled, she was about to laugh actually. “This is brilliant”, she bit her lip. “Come on, say it”, Niall had both his hands on his waist, with an apron on she looked tad bit like my mum! “It’s black. The toast.. it’s black”, she laughed. She was holding her tummy, and released a fit of laughter.

“I ain’t no cook!”, he said with a gangsta style, pointing his finger and making a Z letter in  the air. “No baby no”, he repeated.

Niall is famous with bringing joy to the room. That’s exactly why people love him.

“How are you feeling today?”, Niall looked up from his phone. “I’m feeling better I guess”, then she coughed. I rubbed my hands along her back, she leaned her head on my shoulders and put her arms around me. “You don’t sound better”, I chuckled.

I kissed her head gently, I’m not saying that it’s a nightmare. But this was really hard, “But that’s just another good reason so Harry here can take care of you”, he winked playfully. “Gee, what can I do without you?”, Grace rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"You dealing with the media well?", he asked Grace again.

"Ha! Yeah, i guess. Heard Harry got most of his advice from you"

"The one and only", he said proudly.

"I've spotted my name in several papers, leprechaun"

"Talk about most of them", i rolled my eyes.

"And the captions are dead silly", she scoffed.

"Yeah, think you need to get used to that. I mean like it's quite entertaining and annoying in the same time"

"Totally", she nodded.

Her body was pressed next to mine, her skin felt cold. And i can barely hug anything of her, she's really skinny there is nothing left to hug. Her cheekbones, are showing out much more rather than usual. Indicating how much weight she lost over the months. 

“Harry, can I talk to you outside for a minute?”, Niall suddenly looked concerned.

“Yeah”, I looked down at Grace, she nodded in understandment, “Okay”, I stood up and went out through the door.

“What? What’s going on?”, I put my hands in my pocket when Niall shoved his phone at my face. It was a text from Zayn.

From: Zayn

Mate where r u? with Harry? Come down. Important asap.

“What do you reckon it is?”, I slumped down on the rocking chair. Niall leaned back to the porch and looked around. “What’s that?”, he suddenly said. “What’s what?”, I lazily stood up and walked over to him.

“There’s something moving in the bushes”, he’s Irish accent is far way off. “Must be the neighboor’s kids. Don’t mind them”, I patted him in the back. “No”, he insisted. He walked off to the pavement, going to check out what it is. “Niall”, I grunted. “What?”, he yelled back with  both hands in the air.

I shot him a fierce look of oh-don’t-even-bother. He walked pass the bushes and yelled at something, I had to walk over and go check it out. Out of curiosity, and I had a sense that I have to save Niall out of trouble again.

“Hey!”, I yelled at Niall, realizing I should’ve yelled at the other person. He was in his thirties or early forties, carrying a huge camera and a notebook. “How long have you been here?”, Niall was still tugging his sleeves. Then  I told him to stop.

“No, not long”, he brushed Niall off his arms.

“Liar”

“This is a private property, who are you working for?”

“The sun? Cosmo? Sugarscape? What?”, Niall’s woven eyebrows are up.

“I followed him here”, he pointed at Niall like he was accusing him.

“Well you can go now”, I put my hands on my waist.

“Are you buying a new house here? Or is this a friend’s house?”, he asked again.

“Don’t. Come. Back. Again”, I answered.

Niall signaled me that we should go back inside again. So we did, we left him there out in Grace’s pavement. “Seriously, they just don’t know when to stop”, he said. “As annoying as it is, that’s what they do for a living”, I pointed out. “We basically have no privacy”. “Exactly”, I agreed.

“Anyways, how’s Grace and everything? Is she handling it well?”

“I don’t know. I went to the hospital with her and all, and she wasn’t lying for being really sick”

“We didn’t know man”, he tapped my shoulders.

“Yeah, was a shock for me as well. I didn’t see it coming, it’s like a huge hiroshima bomb on my head”, this caused him to laugh.

“She’s open in our hands, or mine atleast”, I looked off the distance from the porch.

“Yeah, thanks. I want to do something for her, special”

“You have that song right. Probably it’s a good time to tell her about it?”

“I want her to hear it off the album”

“I know I know. I’m not saying that it would be too late, just.. make your time worth it. You feel me? We don’t mind a little absence or two. But you gotta keep your work ethic. Like we need to go see Zayn soon”

“Make my time worth it. We both know it’s coming soon?”

The thing that I didn’t know was.. Grace was actually listening to the conversation from the other side of the door. Her hands and head pressed againts the door. Tears rolling out of her eyes, heart-ached. She doesn’t want to leave yet.

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