Harry's point of view:
"Hello Mr. Styles, how are you feeling?" A younger man said walking up. I nodded my head at his words and gave him an honest answer,"I've been better, gettin' quite old," I chuckled,"How's my angel?"
He smiled and nodded but had pity written over all of his features,"She's hanging in there, she never does stop talking about you, though"
A smile spread from cheek to cheek and those same damn butterflies I've felt for years start going rapid,"She was always a talker, I'm glad she still is."
Nodding in agreement letting out a small chuckle,"Mr. Styles, I am trying my hardest to help her. I just want you to know that..I don't know how much longer she has." My throat choked on the words that left his lips. I just nodded. Words were unable to leave my mouth in response.
"Can I please see her?" I asked my voice shattering with each word. He nodded and I made my way slowly to her room. My weak hand turned the knob to the door and I eye stayed on the love of my life. A small gentle smile spread across her pained face as she watched me enter the door.
She licked her dry lips and began speaking so low it was barely audible but I could hear her quiet words,"I love you, Harry." I walked over to my angel and my hand enveloped her hand and I brought it up to my lips and gave it a small kiss.
"I love you too, Darling." I spoke with a small tear running down my face. She noticed and quickly shook her head.
"Harry, Don't cry. I'm fine." She started, with a tear escaping her own eye,"Just tell me a story..I want to hear a story...I want to hear our story I want to hear more! what happens after we got married?," A smile was now dancing on her lips.
"Once upon a time there was a simple yet complicated boy named Harry Styles and he had a best friend named Delilah McIntyre...and he was hopelessly in love with her...."
