Nothing like us

Why did he have to get sick? Why? Him of all people. Why?


7. A week. Maybe more. Maybe less.

Louis' P.O.V.


Three long gruelling hours later Harry was out of surgery and was quickly rushed back to his room to be hooked up to various drips heart rate monitors and machines. I was pacing back and forth. Scared out of my mind. I can't lose my best friend. I just can't. There's one other thing I haven't told you yet. That is I'm in love with Harry. I always have been. I don't know how and when to tell him but know he's sick I don't think I'll ever get the chance. A doctor walked out of Harry's room. I walked u p to her and asked "Can I see him?" The doctor looked up at me for the first time. Her eyes were void of any emotion but her face was plagued by sadness. I suddenly got a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"What's wrong?" I asked instantly. She sighed a long sad sigh. "You are Mister Tomlinson right?" "yes." She sighed again. "Ok now I should only be telling this to Mister Styles' immediate family but I've seen the way you look at him so I guess you qualify." There was a long pause as she summoned the courage to deliever the obvious bad news. "Tomorrow morning when Mister Styles' has recovered somewhat from the surgery, take him home. Make him comfortable and spend as much time with him as you can. He's got a week left. Maybe more. Maybe less." My heart skipped a beat. My world shattered. My one and only being ripped from my grasp. Tears began to stream down my cheeks as I collasped onto the floor. A crying and heartbroken mess. The doctor bent down and said solemnly "I'm so sorry." She got and left. I DON'T WANT YOUR APOLOGY! My head was screaming. I want you to save Harry. 

Liam's P.O.V.

Something's wrong. Very wrong. I don't know what it is. I just can't put my finger on it. It's as if it's right under my nose and yet I can't see it. I've been trying to find Louis to ask him if he knows whats going on.  I'm guessing he'll be in Harry's room. I walked down the hall until I found it.  Instantly I got a horrible knotting feeling in my stomach. Yep. Something is definitely wrong. I gently knocked on the door twice but there was no answer so I opened the door. The sight I saw scared me to bits. Harry and Louis were both crying. They NEVER cry. "G-guys w-what's going on?" I asked my voice shaking. Harry was gripping Louis' hand so tight his knuckles were white. Harry sniffed and looked up at me with tear and fear filled eyes. Like he was absolutely terrified of something. "I-I h-have a-a w-week." Harry said before he burst into a fresh wave of tears. That can only mean one thing. Harry is dying.

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