Cureless (h.s)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

I knocked on the door to the boys' flat.

I looked over to Niall who was standing behind me.

He gave me a reassuring smile and the door opened.

"EMILY!" an all too familiar voice screeched.

I was picked up by the one and only, Louis Tomlinson, and spun around.

I winced at the pain in my arm.

I could tell that Niall sensed this.

"Ok that's enough Lou." he said.

He put me down and hugged me normally.

"How's my favorite Horan twin?" He asked me.

I heard Niall gasp dramatically.

"I'm fine. How about you?" I returned.

"Just dandy." He answered.

We pulled away from our hug and Niall and I walked inside.

"Everyone else went out for groceries or something. They didn't wanna bring me with." Louis pouted.

"I wonder why." Niall said under his breath.

Louis put a hand to his heart.

"That hurt!" he said.

I laughed and walked down the hallway to where I usually stay.

I opened the door and smiled at my room.

White walls with pictures of the boys and I hanging up, my soft white carpeting, my blue desk and matching chair, and my queen sized bed with a deep blue duvet and pillows that are other shades of blue.

I like the color blue as you can tell.

I dropped my suitcase, not bothering to unpack at the moment, and jumped on my bed.

I went on my phone and checked twitter. Responding to some fans and what not.

I heard a quiet knock on my opened door.

"Emily?" a deep voice asked.

I got off of my bed and ran into his open arms.

"I missed you so much Harry." I told him.

"I missed you too." he said.

We hugged for a little longer before shouts from the kitchen interrupted us.

We both looked at each other quizzically and walked to the kitchen to see what the commotion is all about.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FORGOT TO GET IT!" My brother shouted.

"I'M SORRY NOW STOP SHOUTING!" Liam yelled back.

"She's gonna kill you!" Niall said before running a hand through his hair.

"Who am I gonna kill?" I asked, honestly confused.

"Liam forgot to buy you pickles!" Louis said, pointing a finger at Liam.

Pickles are my favorite food.

"Seriously?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

Liam nodded.

"Give me your keys." I said and held out my palm.

He gave me them and I started to walk out of the flat.

"Where are you going?" Niall asked.

"To get myself some pickles." I stated.

I walked out and closed the door.

I started walking down the hallway and was about to reach the exit.

"I'm coming with you." I heard Harry say from behind me.

"Fine." I said, and we both walked to Liam's car.

*at the store*

"Hurry up Harry!" I whined.

I had already bought my pickles, but Mr. Styles here thought it would be a good idea to get some sweets.

The thing is, he can't decide and I'm getting impatient.

"Patience is key, young grasshopper." he said in a weird Chinese voice.

"Why don't you just get both?" I asked.

"Oh, ok." he said.

I glared at him and he just smirked at me.

He bought his items and we both went back to the car.

"That was interesting." he said as we pulled out of the parking lot.

I rolled my eyes at him and continued to drive.

Then my phone started to ring.

"Get that for me?" I asked Harry.

He nodded and picked it up.

"Hello?

Oh hi Dr. Randall.

It's Harry.

I'm doing fine. You?

She's driving at the moment.

Oh, ok.

Yeah I'll tell her.

No problem.

Bye." He hung up.

Uh oh.

Did Dr. Randal just tell Harry about it?

I tried not to look Harry in the eyes.

"He says your first chemo session is tomorrow at noon."

I heard him sniffle.

"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice cracked.

I took a quick glance at him.

Tears ran down his cheeks, his green eyes loosing their spark.

"I didn't want you to feel bad for me." I answered.

"I'm just concerned for your well being."

We pulled up into the parking lot of their flat.

I turned the engine off and sat there, staring at the steering wheel.

I turned to Harry who was wiping his eyes.

"Just please, don't tell the others. Only you and Niall know." I pleaded.

He nodded.

"I won't." He assured me.

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