Every Possibility |Harry Styles AU|

Kathryn is currently battling leukemia for the past years of her life. She tries to keep a happy image up for her mother, who won't let go. But all Kathryn is trying to do is live life as much as she can before she passes away, but gets more than she ever expected with the one and only Harry Styles, the most powerful and dangerous narc there is. As the wheels change in every direction for both of them now they have to find a way to have life over death, but they might as well both be dead.

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5. Chapter Four.


Stupid, the curly haired guy scolded himself as he walked through the hospital doors, and again; “Stupid!” once he slammed the door of his dark green jeep. He couldn’t believe how stupid he had been; how careless. No, he didn’t think she would wake up right when he was there. His plan had been simple since the day before when she had passed out. Well, it wasn’t much of a plan. He just wanted to see her; nothing more, nothing less.

Though, he still should’ve just gotten in there and gotten out; simple as eating a donut. But, no; he was stupid enough to stay there longer and then she wakes up. She was startled of course. He knew that she knew he was watching her; something he didn’t even know why. But he let her know. He wanted her to know.  And besides, it’s not like he wanted to start out by stalking her, watching her from her window.

He had started watching her way before; approximately a year and a half. He feels a smile tugging on his lips, remembering the first time he laid eyes on her.

The soon to be 19 year old, Harry smiled brightly at grandmother that sat in front of him. He had gotten up extra early to visit his elderly grandmother. He had wanted to visit her, as much as she wanted him there. Although Harry despised the hospital, it was where his grandmother was and he wouldn’t be here for long. 

The pair stood by the front desk while Harry need to sign in, getting a badge with his name on it so he could stay on the premises. As he neatly wrote his name down, the time he had arrived, he heard her. A scruffy cough came from her. Harry’s eyes widened at the sight of her. Her clothes were dirty; spots covered with blood. Just as his subconscious asked himself where the blood had come from, he had his answer. The girl coughed up blood as nurses came rushing to her. 

A woman who could or could not be her mother held tightly to her hand. They had many features that did not match, though who was he to say that? Harry himself, looked more like his mother than his father. 

The girl was pushed on a rolling bed; her hand not wanting to separate from the woman. “No! Mom!” she cried out, tears already rolling through her face. Yeah, he thought. The woman is her mother. He shook the thought away, still watching the girl. 

“It's okay, Kathy. I’ll be right here. I love you,” the woman says, trying to comfort the girl as she got strolled away; letting out a sob, falling to her knees. 

“Oh, dear,” gasps Harry’s grandmother. Harry turns toward her. His eyebrows knitted down in confusion. “Poor girl; she had gotten to go home just the other day.” Harry frowned, feeling abnormally sorry for her; and her mom. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Harry asks suddenly, extremely curious. He pushed his grandmother out to the garden on her wheelchair. 

“Cancer,” his grandmother says. His heart clenches; now really feeling sorry. “Poor girl has the rest of her life ahead of her. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“Do you um,” he starts off, clearing his throat, wondering why he could possibly want to know more. “Do you know her?” 
His grandmother nods slowly.

“Yes, her room was just down the hall from mine. We’ve talked from time to time. She’s a great girl; really sweet.” 


“What type of cancer does she have? Do you think she’d get better? How old is she?” The questions throw his grandmother off. She looks curiously at her grandson. 

“Harry,” she says carefully. “What is this all about?”

Harry shakes his head, shrugging. “Nothing, just curious,” he tells her.

“Well, I don’t know much about her condition, but I think she once mentioned she had Acute Myeloid Leukemia.” Harry sucks his breath in. Leukemia, he thinks disgustedly. "Harry, she is only 15 years old."

**

Three hours.

Harry had been stuck three hours with his grandmother. He didn’t plan on staying long, but the pleas coming from his grandmother had finally persuaded him into staying longer. He didn’t know how much longer. But there he was, sat on the bench, waiting for his grandmother to return from her check-up for whatever reason. 

“Kathryn, I don’t think it’s a good idea. You should go upstairs and rest.” 

“I should, but I don’t want to. I need fresh air,” a girl almost snaps. But Harry recognizes the voice. It doesn’t sound as strained as it did three hours ago; and ‘Kathy’, is bound to connect to ‘Kathryn’, as a nickname, so Harry finds himself following his gaze to the voice. 

And there is the girl with the strained voice. She’s cleaner; calmer. Her darkish brown hair flows down her down, stopping just above her shoulder. She has a scowl on her face at the nurse who won’t let her come out; clearly annoyed by being told what to do.

Harry lets out a small laugh as the girl passes him, muttering to herself, “Stupid nurses.” And mocking them, “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Kathryn. You should be upstairs resting, Kathryn.” 

To his surprise, that small laugh could be heard by the girl, as she turns her heel, staring at him. His green eyes lock with her big brown ones. He lets his eyes drop instantly, not wanting the girl think that he is a complete psycho by just staring at her. But that’s all he can do; is watch her lie down on the cold grass, staring up at the sky.  

When finally his grandmother gets back, he excuses himself, promising to visit next week. Before walking back, he snuck a glance at the girl. She was still in her lying position. “I want to be free,” she mumbled. 

Free.

She wanted to be free. But free of what, Harry did not know. Free of this hospital, maybe? Free of cancer. Free from her. 

Leukemia, he thought in disgust. He hated that word; he hated what it caused. He hated cancer in general.

But he had not reason to worry for her. Harry did not know her; barely knew her name. And, he thought. It’s acute, which means it’s not big, so she should be fine, right? 

He knew that, but he didn’t; and which is why he felt himself so hooked to finding out more about her cancer that night.

Harry laughed, his hand gripping the steering wheel. He was so fucking stupid for worrying so much. She hasn’t died yet, but she was still stuck in that bloody hospital, which he could do absolutely nothing about. She still wasn’t free.

He was laughing at himself. He felt silly, thinking about that girl for so long. Maybe he wasn’t as cold hearted as he thought he was; or as cold hearted he had become not too long ago; a year maybe.

His thoughts drifted back to today. She was sleeping peacefully, though he knew it was only from being sedated; how her big brown eyes looking into his green ones with so much intensity; curiosity. He knew there was a big goofy grin on his face from being so close to hers; then a frown, when he heard her voice shake as he was in her presence.

I am so bipolar, he thought amusingly. Still, he frowned. He wasn’t supposed to be there. He wasn’t supposed to see her anymore—watch her; be close to her. He promised himself—he swore to himself, he would not go back there anymore. Not anymore.

And yet, there he was; being a fucking idiot, coming so close to her. He let himself slide when he was just watching her from the other side of the street; but now, he knew he had crossed the line. He was in the same fucking room as her; he spoke to her. On top of that; she was underage! 

He had no more reason to come in through the hospital doors; not like the first time. Now he didn’t know what he was going to do. He had come too close to her. He was fucked.

He had to restrain himself even more.

And he knew that wasn’t going to be as easy just saying he would as actually going through it. 

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