Day 200. A Harry Styles, One Direction Fanfic

Part 18. Wounded.

Day 145

I’ve got back from my most recent trip, and I felt worried every single time. I keep checking my phone and texting Grace between meetings there. And we skyped most nights, it was quite hard. I didn’t thought I would be so emotionally attached to this girl. Let alone how she’s been really sick these few weeks.

I was scheduled to take her to another chemo session today. I’m seriously super tired. I have no rest time, which was brilliant. Remembering the fact that it’s hard to cope with two worlds at once.

I dragged Niall to take Grace to the hospital. He didn’t mind at all, he was good for her. I realized, that I can’t do this alone. Frankly this situation is too stressful to handle. Not everyone can do this, and I’ve grown major respects to the families that have to deal with cancer.

Niall pushed Grace on her wheel chairs, they were speeding through patients and nurses. I could only chuckle, walking slowly behind them. They were yelling, and they were stopped by one of the nurse. But the smile that was carved on her face, was because of Niall. I’m not jealous, am i?

“You ready?”, I held her tiny hands.

“It’s not like I can skip this session”, she smiled.

She’s been really positive and trying to be happy ever since I told her I still love her, being bald and all.

“You’ll be fine. You’re a fighter”, Niall tapped her shoulders.

“Thanks. Harry, I think you don’t have to wait up for me”

I kissed the top of her head; I missed feeling her hands in my fingertips. My hand runs along her bandana. “Don’t be rubbish, I’m here for you”

“You look so tired”, her face softens.

“I can come in with her, and you can take a nap. It’s fine mate seriously”

“You okay with that, Grace?”

“Niall can take care of me. It’s okay, you can go”, she nodded.

“Okay then, it doesn’t look I’m much needed here. Niall, you can take her home right?”, I stood up briefly and patted Niall on his back.

I looked down to her, sitting helplessly in the wheelchair, she looked up to me. Looking confused. To be honest I’m confused why I said that, why I acted that way. “I’m sorry. I need to go”, I said quietly without even looking at them.

I can hear them talking behind me, their voices fade away with every step I take closer to the elevator. I just need a break; everything’s been too much.

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I drived up to my flat, and I just realized how I haven’t been there for such a long time. After LA, I went straight to Grace’s. I didn’t think that anyone would be up there. But as soon as I opened the door, I saw Zayn and Rosie inside.

Rosie was sitting next to Zayn and had her bare long legs on his lap. Zayn’s arm was on top of her leg and he leaned back next to her shoulder. I know they were close, so I tried not to make a big deal about it.

“Hey guys”, I threw my jacket on the floor, and slouched down to the empty seat beside Rosie. She was only wearing a night gown, so that got me work up. She was devine.