Only with you

This is a fanfiction about Harry Styles and his best friend Tiffany. Tiffany´s little sister, Melody, got cancer and there´s nothing left for the doctors to do. It´s to late and Melody is dying. Harry and Tiffany have known each other since they were kids. But things change.


3. Chapter 2

Tiffany´s POV.

He had a bag in my closet with some clothes in it. He was always here so if he decided to stay the night over he could just take a pajama from the bag. I lay down in my bed and waited for Harry to change. We had never been shy to show our bodies, so we always just changed in front of each other.

“Are you alright?” he asked before lying down beside me.

“I want to visit her” I said into the pillow.

“I’ll go with you... I don´t have any work to do tomorrow” he said.

 “But try to get some sleep now” he said while putting an arm around me.

 “Harry?” I asked.

“Mmm..” He mumbled tired.

“I love you” I said and closed my eyes.

 “I love you too” He said and pulled me closer to his body.

More wasn´t said that night. Beside Harry´s snoring. But I liked his snoring. It made me feel safe. It was like a lullaby to me.




Harry´s POV.

 The next morning I woke up at 10 AM. Tiffany was still asleep. Without waking her I crawled out of the bed and found some clean clothes. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I started cleaning up the mess I made earlier today. After that I found some bread that I got warmed up in the oven. I made two cups of tea and placed it all on the dinner table. I walked upstairs again to wake Tiff. My beautiful best friend. I found her lying in the same position as when I left her.

“Tiff” I placed my hand on her shoulder.

“Tiff wake up” I pulled some of the hair that were covering her face behind her ear. Slowly she started moving and suddenly she opened her eyes.


“Good morning beautiful” I said smiling.

“Good morning Harry” She said. Her eyes were still red and swollen. I felt bad for her. Melody was all she had. Her mom was always at work and her dad had left them when she was 8.

“I’ve made us breakfast” I said and caressed her arm. She tried to smile but it just ended out as a weird face. I didn´t care. I knew she was thankful. That was one of the best parts of our friendship. We didn´t have to say everything to each other. It was like we could read each other’s mind. I knew how she felt and what she would had said if she wasn´t so broken.

I knew how she felt and what she would have said if she wasn’t so broken. I grabbed her hand, and helped her out of bed. When she sat up, I walked to her cabinet to find her some sweatpants. When I finally found some I threw them on the bed for her to get them on.
She got up from the bed and began to walk to the kitchen where our breakfast was.

We sat down and started to eat.


“Thank you so much for coming last night, I really can’t thank you enough Harry” She looked me straight in the eyes to tell me that she wasn’t joking.


 “You know I’ll always be there for you Tiff. Anytime, anywhere.” I took her hand.


“Yeah, I know that. But I just needed you to know how grateful I am to have someone like you in my life. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” I could tell by her face she was on her way to cry, so I just nodded and started to rub her hand with my thumb. I didn’t need to answer; she knew I felt the same way about her.


“So, are you ready to go?” I asked, cause it looked like she was done with her breakfast.


“Sure, let me just grab my jacket.” And in the same second she was on the way to her room.

“I’ll wait in the car!” I yelled after her, as I walked out the door.
This day should be interesting.


Tiffany's POV. 

When he was sure that I got my seat belt on, he turned on the engine. He drove slowly trough the town, and none of us said anything. It wasn't awkward silence, it never was. We just knew when each other wanted to talk, and right now wasn't that time. He knew I was really nervous, so he placed his hand on my lap, giving me a little squeeze. I could feel his gaze on me, so I looked up into his beautiful green eyes. I felt some tears in my eyes, so I quickly turned my head so I looked out of the window. When we finally arrived to the hospital, Harry let go of my lap to turn of the engine. He turned himself around in his seat, to make sure he had my my full attention.


"I'm scared Harry." I didn't want to face him, cause it would just make me cry. He's such a good friend.


"I know you are Tiff, and I'm scared too. But I know that you'll get through this, you're a strong girl." He took my hand, and placed it in his. He started to rub my hands with his thumb, cause he knew it could always make me relax.


 "Are you ready to go in?" He asked me, and his voice was full of sympathy.


"Yeah, I'm ready" I said, and in the same time Harry let go of my hand and opened his door to get out of the car. Two seconds later he opened the door for me. As we walked into the hospital Harry placed his arm around my waist and sqeezed it tightly to tell me everything would be alright.

We walked through the door and over to the other side of the room, where there was a desk. The lady behind the desk looked at us, and smiled.


 "Hello sweetie, what can I help you with." She asked me. Harry didn't let go of me, and I thought he could feel that I was very uncomfortable, and didn't want to say why we were here. We looked at each other and a few seconds later he looked at the lady and said


 "we're here to see Melody Grey."


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