One Summer (One Direction)

Annabelle has never been in love, never had her first kiss, her mother has been all she's had for a very long time. Living inside a hospital room isn't exactly the greatest way to meet people. So what happens when she meets the one person that she never wants to forget, on the last summer of her life


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11. Louis

 

A week went by, still no visits from Liam, Niall or Zayn. My mum would call, but she wasn't allowed to visit unless something major happened, and by major I mean bad. Sitting in hospital was the worst thing ever, my treatment was only in the early stages so of course it was a rough adjustment. I'd puke my guts out whenever I had anything to puke up, but even then my body would try when I was empty, like it was trying to remove everything from inside of me, cancerous or not.

"Lou?" Harry whispered when I opened my eyes one morning, he looked really bad, his eyes were red, and his hair was shoved up under a Beanie, and I knew it was because he wasn't bothered to wash it. I always asked him if he'd showered, but he'd just chuckle and sit down, staring at me again like he did every day. He'd been there to hold my hand the very first time I'd chucked my guts up. He really was like the brother I'd never had, and although he was younger than me he really was the responsible one.

"How long have you been sitting there?" I asked, squinting my eyes to see him better. He frowned as if trying to remember, counting the minutes or, searching for some kind of reminder that indicated the time of his arrival.  

"Lou I didn't leave" He whispered, reaching out for my frail hands, I was confused, I thought for sure he'd been wearing something different when I'd closed my eyes, but maybe I was mistaken.

"Have you visited Belle?" I asked, trying to sit up, but my body was weak, it just didn't have the strength to pull me up.He gave me a small delicate smile, one that gave me the answer before he'd even spoken.

"No, every time I've tried she wasn't there" I gulped, I hoped he was telling the truth, I hoped that she'd just been in treatment, and not well you know, I hope she hadn't died. I don't think I could handle death so close to me, someone with the same disease as me,someone who has battled with this her whole life, there one moment and swept away the next. Without warning, without any chance to say goodbye.

"Try again" I whispered, she was a good kid, a girl who I almost felt sorry for. There was one thing I'd learnt in this place, the patients didn't want your pity, they frowned upon being felt sorry for. It wasn't something you did openly. Sure people did feel for those people, for us. It just wasn't said out loud.

"I will, later boo" He promised as a light squeeze jolted through my body. Harry's large hands had always symbolised strength to me, from our very first arm wrestle to the moment right here where he held onto my tiny little sick hands, holding me safe, holding my strength in the palm of his hand.

"Harry, thank-you for staying" I whispered and closed my heavy eye lids. He told me not to thank him, of course he'd stay here for me. He'd do anything for his best friend and I knew all that, but I felt like I owed him, I could never repay him for this support, ever.

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