The Writer (AU)

Chapter Thirty Seven-

Hello all! I'm back with a shocker.

"Stop it, you. You're stunning." Shaking my head and chuckling, I heard the ref blow his whistle and saw Harry on the floor. I immediately shot out of my seat, almost tumbling down the bleachers to get to him.

"You need to back up, miss," the trainer said, lightly pushing on my shoulders.

"I'm his girlfriend, move!" I snapped, tears already filling my eyes.

"Harry?" I asked, grabbing his face. "Baby? Talk to me."

"I can't breathe," he choked out, clutching his chest and coughing. Bits of blood spewed from his mouth and I looked around at the crowd that had formed around us.

"The paramedics are almost here," Coach Craft said.

"Slow breaths, baby, slow breaths. We're gonna get you to a hospital soon," I sniffled. Moving as the paramedics rushed to his side, I watched as they assessed him.

"Call Memorial, tell them we need a chest X-ray," the younger paramedic spouted as they lifted him up onto the gurney and began to walk out. Following behind with Anne, I felt the cool wind outside whip at my face.

"We can only fit one of you with us," the paramedic, John, grimaced.

"You go, love. You need to be with him," Anne smiled, tears in her eyes.

"No, I can-"

"Go." Hugging her before climbing inside, I instantly gripped Harry's hand.

"Does he have any preexisting medical conditions?"

"Um, h-he has bronchitis. He's had it for a while now," I stammered, trying to think.

"Has he been treated properly?"

"We went to the doctor, got medication, an inhaler, the whole nine yards."

"Okay." Pulling up to the hospital, everything was a whirlwind from there.

"Family only, sweetheart," a nurse said as they wheeled him away down a hall.

"That's my boyfriend! Let me back there!" I screamed, fighting against her meaty arms to try and get around her.

"Harry!" I screamed as more pairs of hands grabbed at my arms, trying to calm me down. Ending up handcuffed to a chair, the tears had subsided and I was anxious to see what was wrong with him.

"Has there been any news yet?" Anne asked, sitting down next to me.

"No," I sighed, my voice hoarse, the urge to cry prominent.

"Why'd they handcuff you?"

"Apparently girlfriends aren't family and they don't like it when you try to fight it."

"He'll be okay," she assured me. "Everything happens for a reason.

"Styles?" a voice called. Anne and I both looking up.

"I think he's talking to you, I can't get up," I teased. Watching as they moved away to talk, Anne's face paled and she began to sob. He wasn't okay.

"What? What happened?" I sniffled as she walked back toward me.

"Harry," she sighed. "Harry has lung cancer."