Healing Hands || Harry Styles Fiction

"I'll visit you when I'm free okay? Have rest and don't forget your medicines after you eat your lunch. I'll tell Paul later to bring them here."

"Okay." I said flashing him a forced smile.

"I'll come back. Promise." He said. Kissing my temple and squeezed my hand with his.

This is a dream come true. A fan's dream, a fan's wish that I fortunately have. I'm nothing, I'm useless, I'm worthless of his time and money and effort, and I'm also DYING; but he made me feel the opposite.