Pinkie Promises

Jenny is an 18 year old girl who was best friends with Niall Horan 5 years ago when they were thirteen. But her father dies, and her family has to move to the United States, and she has to leave Niall.
Years later she reunites with him, and him and another member of One Direction have a secret crush on her. But later she finds out she has a deadly illness that can kill her any minute. What is she going to do when the stress is just to much on her?


4. Chapter 3

Two weeks later…

I waited outside Nialls flat for Harry. The cool crisp fall air slightly ruffling my hair. I finally saw Harry’s car pull up in front of Niall’s flat and I got in the car, shutting the door as Harry drove off.

“Well good morning!” Harry said smiling. I buckled my seatbelt and smiled back at him.

“Morning!” I settled in my seat and got warmed up. We were silent for a moment before I spoke up. “Hey thanks again for doing this.” I said looking at Harry.

“No problem. Lou, Zayn and I are glad you’re doing it.” Harry said.

I was going to the hospital to have some tests done because of how bad I have been feeling. For the past two weeks, I have been sick. Harry, Louis and Zayn came up to me one day during one of the boy’s recording session for them and asked me what was wrong. I told them that I haven’t been feeling well, and they highly suggested that I went to the hospital. Lou was with Eleanor, Zayn was with Perrie so Harry offered to drive me. Niall was sleeping and I don’t know where Liam is. They noticed too, but I told them I was fine.

“Harry? Answer me truthfully. Do you know what’s going on with Niall and Liam?” I saw Harry tense up a little. “Because…I have noticed they have been going at each other lately. I was wondering if…you knew anything?”

Harry sighed and looked at me. “You want the truth?” I nodded. He paused for a moment before he spoke again.

“Well, the other day, Liam came up to me and asked me what you liked. I said, ‘How would I know?’ and he said, ‘Because you are the closest to her other than Niall.’ I told him I honestly don’t know, and why didn’t he just ask Niall. Liam then said that he likes you, and he thinks Niall might as well.”

I groaned and put a hand over my eyes. “Why didn’t I notice this before?!” I said to myself.

“Well Jenny, Niall’s your best friend so you probably wouldn’t have really noticed, right?” I nodded. “And Liam is just overall a friendly guy so…”

I smiled at Harry. “I know but still…I feel stupid. Like…I should have noticed something.” He paused and patted my leg.

“Don’t worry about it right now Jenny. So…how’s school going?”

“Good. I started a week ago.” I said.

“Take any good pictures?” he asked, turning a corner into the hospital parking lot.

“Eh. It’s been hard. My hands cramp and shake a lot.” I said looking down at my hands. Harry pulled into a parking spot and stopped the car.

“Do you think it’s gonna affect your school?” he asked sadly. I shrugged. He smiled a small smile and took my hand gently. His hand was so soft and warm…it was really comforting and I didn’t want him to let go. “Well…let’s go find out.”



I stared up at the ceiling, eagerly waiting for the test results. Harry tapped his foot and wrung his hands, looking over at me occasionally. This hospital bed was very uncomfortable; unfamiliar. And the room smelled of cleaner and old hospital food. Down the hall, a family was laughing, and I eyed them as they passed our room. I just hope that would be Harry and I, walking out of this hospital, happy and relieved.

The doctor walked in and pulled the curtain behind him, and sat down on a stool next to the bed. he looked very stressed. I sat up and Harry stood next to me, reaching for my hand. I took it and squeezed it gently. His hands were so cold…

“Well Jenny…” the doctor began, looking through my file. He shook his head, closed it and took his glasses off, looking me square in the eye.

“You are a very…very sick girl.” he said flatly. Harry squeezed my hand and I bit my lip.

“Is it…cancer? Anything like that?” I mumbled. He shook his head.

“Have you ever heard of ALS, or Lou Gehrig’s Disease?” the doctor said, leaning back a little in his chair. I shook my head no.

“Well…it is a disease where your muscles, commonly in your hands, arms, legs and also swallowing or breathing. Basically, it affects your nerves and muscles.”
I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I felt Harry tighten his grip on my hand, which was shaking.

“However, most people get it between their twenties and thirties for younger people, so this is quite odd.”

“What causes this?” Harry asked, his voice thick.

“We don’t know, unfortunately.” the doctor said sadly. “But we do know this. At first, all ALS affects are your hands, legs and arms, causing twitching and weakness. Then later on, impairment use of those. And eventually, loss of breath, difficulty breathing and in most cases, at that time, you would need some sort of life support in order to live.”

I sat there, totally dumbfounded. How can this happen?! I tried to stop the tears building in my eyes, but failed.

“Will…will it affect my education? I’m going to college for photography…” I whispered, not looking the doctor in the eye.

“I’m afraid so. If I were you, I would take it easy.” I nodded and quickly wiped away the tears that were falling down my cheeks. The doctor cleared his throat and stood up.

“I’ll uh…leave you two alone to talk this over.” He stopped and looked at me, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m very sorry…” and he shut the door behind us.

Harry let out a huge sigh and put his head in his hands, while I sat there, my body shaking as I tried to take in all that had just happened.

I’m very sick.

I lost my dream.

And…this could kill me.



Harry stood up and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. “I’m so sorry…” he whispered, his voice thick and his arms in a strong hold.

I slowly wrapped my arms around him as the tears returned, falling down my cheeks again. I let out a loud sob and buried my face in the crook of his neck as we held each other, crying. I haven’t cried this hard since my father died when I ran to Niall’s and he held me when I told him what had happened. I want to tell Niall so badly, but…I just can’t.


I pulled away from Harry, who turned away to wipe away his tears and pull himself together. “Harry…we can’t tell Niall or Liam.” I whispered.

“Why?” he asked, still not meeting my gaze.

“Well…with the position we are in now, you know, with them both liking me…I think it would be best to wait on it. And besides…nothing’s serious right now.”

Harry took a deep breath and finally turned to me. I looked into his red eyes and smiled weakly. “And plus, Niall was so happy to finally see me again…I don’t think he could take this news. I don’t want to hurt him again, and possible leave him when I possibly…die.” I practically choked out that word.

Harry took me by the shoulders and looked me right in the eye. “Jenny. You are NOT going to die. You hear me? You are NOT dying. You WILL follow your dreams and you WILL be okay!”

I nodded, bowing my head in silence. “Are you certain?” I whispered.

He paused and looked down. “I have a feeling that you will survive this. You have been through so much…you can get through this.” I looked back up at him and smiled. He was such a good friend, and I trusted him. I trust him.

“Should we tell Louis and Zayn?” he asked. “It’s up to you.”

I nodded. “Yeah. They need to know what’s going on. Do they know about Niall and Liam?

Harry smirked. “They have their suspicions.”

I smiled weakly and got down off the hospital bed and left the hospital with Harry, who was dialing Louis’ cell phone number.


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