DELILAH *Sequel*

I guess I'm not the daughter that they expected to have. Oh well.
My mother (the only person in this world that defends me) was diagnosed with lung cancer just a few months ago, and none of us even want to think about how much longer she has. My older sister, Minnie, just went off to college, and without daddy's little princess in the house, he gets mad about everything and anything. He hates the love of my life, my friends, my job and all the other things in my life that I love.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, my father is Harry Styles... Right?

Part II to MINNIE (A Harry Styles Fan-fiction)


14. Fourteen

"She's probably sleeping, but she'll want me to wake her. She hasn't stopped talking about you. You scared the shit out of us, Delilah." 

"I know, can't we just forget about it, geez." I huffed and stepped into the hospital room.

My mother was pale, the rims around her eyes almost purple. Her head was wrapped in a lavender bandanna, and her hands were shaking. Tears automatically started spilling out, down my cheeks. Dad took her hand while I remained frozen in the doorway. "Love..." he whispered. "Stella, Delilah's here." he kissed her head as she groaned halfheartedly. "I've got her. She's here, baby." Her eyes fluttered open and focused on me. She let go of Dad's hand and flung her arms out at me. 

"Dammit, Delilah I should kill you. Get over here." I tiptoed to her and slammed myself into her neck. She actually giggled, as sick as she looked. The woman always found a way to bring up humor. She kissed my face over and over again, making me smile. 

"Get some rest, Stella." Dad told her, stroking her head. "Its late." she hummed in response and touched my cheek with her cold hand. She knew that I was worried. 

"I'll be okay, honey." she pinched my skin and grinned. 

"You always are." I mumbled, choking on my tears. 


Louis ran in, huffing and puffing, and Minnie came in right behind him. "See, I told you she was fine." Lou assured her. She looked at Mom and sat on the edge of her bed, ignoring the rest of us. 

"Thanks, Lou." Harry said, kissing my sisters head and winking at his friend. 

Within the next hour, Minnie and I had fallen asleep on the couch in the corner, and Louis went to get us dinner. I was only half asleep when I heard the door knock. Dad was staring at Mom, looking flabbergasted. 

The doctor entered. "Styles." He murmured. "Her body is reacting to the treatment unexpectedly. All I can say is to give it some time, and we'll see how it goes." 

"Why can't you do anything more?" Dad grumbled. 

"Mr. Styles, we can't. She could become even more sick if we add anything more. She has to fight it." 

"She's been fighting it for months. She's tired." His voice got louder, and I saw Mom's limp arm reach for his hand. He noticed her touch and swung around, kneeling at her side. "What's wrong my love?" she smiled at him. 

"Stop yelling at the doctor." she laughed, her eyes drooping. "He didn't make me ill."

The doctor left, giving them privacy. "I can't live without you, Stella." His head fell on her lap, and she played with his curls. "I know your tired but you can't leave me."

"You'll be fine." Those words struck me. Its like she knew she was going to die. 

"Stella stop-just don't talk like that." 

"Harry, I don't think I can do it anymore." 

"Yes you can. You have to fight, baby. Please just fight for me. For the girls. You can do it, I know you can. You're the strongest person in this whole world." he broke down, crying into the white sheet against her legs. Tears stained my cheeks as I kept watching. I'd never seen my dad in such a state. 

"Look at me." she demanded. "I'm tired." she said again, wanting to give up. I saw her get choked up. "I don't want to do it- I can't, Harry." 

"You promised me." I whispered, and Dad's head shot up. They hadn't noticed that I was sitting up now. "You promised me that you were going to fight, Mom." She looked at me, and I stood. 

"Sweetheart, I know." she whimpered. "I will, I will. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, baby." she pursed her lips and shuddered. 

"Stella you can get better. You just need a little more time. You're almost there, babe." She started balling, and Dad buried her face in his chest. His eyes turned to me, and he shut them quickly, feeling pained. Then I left, I had to get out. Just for a quick minute before I exploded.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: I feel like the story is getting corny, so I'll probably end it soon. I've started a new movella called: HISTORY. And I don't know if I should publish it or not because I'm afraid I won't finish it. I love you guys :* Never forget that. Let me know your opinion. 

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