Before You Leave Me Today ~Finished~ (Hazza)
One Word
~Harry’s View~
I don’t know what to do. I attempted to give CPR but I am not a fucking doctor. They say an ambulance is supposed to come within five minutes but it felt like years. I tried to read the prescription bottle that was spread out across the floor, but my vision was getting blurry from all the tears. This couldn’t be happening to my Peyton, what was going on with her lately? Was she pregnant? Was she sick? I thought it was just stress from her father, but I guess I was wrong.
The ambulance came, finally. I could barely breathe myself, I was shouting at them.
“You can’t let her die! Save her isn’t this your job!” I screamed at the paramedic. He looked at me, he had a necklace dangling from his neck, and he kissed it. His eyes looked sorrowful and I couldn’t understand the message he was trying to send me.
~Aubrey’s View~
Niall and I were just lying in bed; it must have been almost midnight. KJ unexpectedly was still sleeping, he was such a good baby boy, he usually only cried when he was hungry or sick.
“So when will you find out?” Niall asked me with a huge smile on his face.
“It doesn’t happen within seconds! Probably within two weeks…” I said hitting him in the chest.
“I just can’t hide my excitement….I want another little baby….KJ is growing too fast!” he said to me.
“He’s only six months old, Niall…..but what if I don’t have a baby girl…?”
“Then we keep trying until we have one.” He said kissing my forehead; I cuddled into his bare chest. He looked better than usual and every time we kissed the bombs went off, I still cannot get over the fact that I have a baby with Niall Horan and that he’s my boyfriend, I guess fairytales do come true.
We were both about to drift asleep when my cell phone rang; I jumped up and tried to find it in the dark, who the fuck was calling me this late? Niall all of a sudden jumped up too.
“Harry where are you?” I couldn’t hear him over all of the crying and then he told me where he was. My heart started to race and I could feel myself sweating and shaking. I dropped my phone and it hit the floor. Niall must have heard what he said because he put on some clothes and ran into KJ’s room.
“I am coming now, Harry please calm down! BREATHE! I am on my way!” I hung up the phone.
I put on sweat pants and a sweat shirt and pulled my hair into a bun, I never have been able to dress so quickly. Niall put KJ in the car seat and he didn’t wake up, thank god. We got to the hospital within five minutes, thanks to Niall who was speeding the whole way. I ran into the hospital, ignoring the lady at the front desk. I knew Peyton would be on floor four, when the elevator doors opened I saw Harry curled up in a ball in the waiting room. He looked ruined. I mean his eyes were super puffy and blood shot, his hair was stuck all over his face and you could see it in his eyes. His eyes looked lifeless, I was almost scared when he looked up at me, I was so taken back by what I saw.
“What did they say?” I asked him so softly.
“They won’t tell me anything…I am not “family”…” I hate these fucking doctors and this fucking place…” Harry said.
“So do I Harry, it reminds me of when I could have lost KJ….” I whispered but I don’t think he heard me. I still never figured out who hit me that day, I would bet it was Chase but after KJ was born I honestly didn’t care anymore because KJ and Niall were my main focus.
Peyton’s mom walked in the hospital, she was alone. Which I was happy about, the last person who Peyton would want to be here is her dad. Her mom of course was able to go see her since she was family, she took Harry with her.
I felt like I was waiting hours, no one was coming out of the room it has to be almost five in the morning. I heard doctors whispering all around me, I mean they could be talking about anyone right? I was hearing the words cancer, drugs, alcohol, to baby and all of these sick thoughts started going through my mind.
Finally, Harry walked into the waiting room. I was not prepared for what I saw and heard.
I looked at him and he just spoke one word, one word that I didn’t like. One word that could ruin a life. One word that was scary. One word that could kill.
Leukemia.
I don’t know what to do. I attempted to give CPR but I am not a fucking doctor. They say an ambulance is supposed to come within five minutes but it felt like years. I tried to read the prescription bottle that was spread out across the floor, but my vision was getting blurry from all the tears. This couldn’t be happening to my Peyton, what was going on with her lately? Was she pregnant? Was she sick? I thought it was just stress from her father, but I guess I was wrong.
The ambulance came, finally. I could barely breathe myself, I was shouting at them.
“You can’t let her die! Save her isn’t this your job!” I screamed at the paramedic. He looked at me, he had a necklace dangling from his neck, and he kissed it. His eyes looked sorrowful and I couldn’t understand the message he was trying to send me.
~Aubrey’s View~
Niall and I were just lying in bed; it must have been almost midnight. KJ unexpectedly was still sleeping, he was such a good baby boy, he usually only cried when he was hungry or sick.
“So when will you find out?” Niall asked me with a huge smile on his face.
“It doesn’t happen within seconds! Probably within two weeks…” I said hitting him in the chest.
“I just can’t hide my excitement….I want another little baby….KJ is growing too fast!” he said to me.
“He’s only six months old, Niall…..but what if I don’t have a baby girl…?”
“Then we keep trying until we have one.” He said kissing my forehead; I cuddled into his bare chest. He looked better than usual and every time we kissed the bombs went off, I still cannot get over the fact that I have a baby with Niall Horan and that he’s my boyfriend, I guess fairytales do come true.
We were both about to drift asleep when my cell phone rang; I jumped up and tried to find it in the dark, who the fuck was calling me this late? Niall all of a sudden jumped up too.
“Harry where are you?” I couldn’t hear him over all of the crying and then he told me where he was. My heart started to race and I could feel myself sweating and shaking. I dropped my phone and it hit the floor. Niall must have heard what he said because he put on some clothes and ran into KJ’s room.
“I am coming now, Harry please calm down! BREATHE! I am on my way!” I hung up the phone.
I put on sweat pants and a sweat shirt and pulled my hair into a bun, I never have been able to dress so quickly. Niall put KJ in the car seat and he didn’t wake up, thank god. We got to the hospital within five minutes, thanks to Niall who was speeding the whole way. I ran into the hospital, ignoring the lady at the front desk. I knew Peyton would be on floor four, when the elevator doors opened I saw Harry curled up in a ball in the waiting room. He looked ruined. I mean his eyes were super puffy and blood shot, his hair was stuck all over his face and you could see it in his eyes. His eyes looked lifeless, I was almost scared when he looked up at me, I was so taken back by what I saw.
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“What did they say?” I asked him so softly.
“They won’t tell me anything…I am not “family”…” I hate these fucking doctors and this fucking place…” Harry said.
“So do I Harry, it reminds me of when I could have lost KJ….” I whispered but I don’t think he heard me. I still never figured out who hit me that day, I would bet it was Chase but after KJ was born I honestly didn’t care anymore because KJ and Niall were my main focus.
Peyton’s mom walked in the hospital, she was alone. Which I was happy about, the last person who Peyton would want to be here is her dad. Her mom of course was able to go see her since she was family, she took Harry with her.
I felt like I was waiting hours, no one was coming out of the room it has to be almost five in the morning. I heard doctors whispering all around me, I mean they could be talking about anyone right? I was hearing the words cancer, drugs, alcohol, to baby and all of these sick thoughts started going through my mind.
Finally, Harry walked into the waiting room. I was not prepared for what I saw and heard.
I looked at him and he just spoke one word, one word that I didn’t like. One word that could ruin a life. One word that was scary. One word that could kill.
Leukemia.
