“Ms. Hayes, Doctor Greenway is ready to see you now,” the petite, blonde nurse says from the entrance of the waiting room.

I take in a deep breath and nod. Here goes nothing.

I follow the nurse through the hallway where she leads me into a small room. I sit on the chair and the nurse tells me the doctor will meet with me shortly.

I should smile to be polite, but I just can’t force it. This situation could not get any worse, and I’m finding it hard to stay positive these days.

As I wait there (impatiently) to hear my fate, I pick at the polish on my nails. My anxiety is at an all time high, and the fact that I have the same cancer as my mother has me thinking a lot about her. I miss her so much, and without Harry around, it’s difficult to cope.

Just when I feel like crying, Doctor Greenway enters the room with a sad, knowing smile on his face. He takes a seat in the open chair and writes something down on his tablet.

“How are you doing today, Chloe?”

I laugh once. “As good as I can be, I suppose.”

“Well let’s get right to it. We’re lucky we caught this so early. I won’t lie and promise you anything, but the chances of beating this are much greater. Of course, there is still a chance of…” He pauses noticing my expression and shakes his head. “Let’s stay positive. I’d like to start you on a few new medications and we’ll go from there."

All I do is nod. He begins filling out a sheet of paper for my prescription and goes over the side effects. His words begin to blur together when I zone out. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I have cancer. The same cancer that my mom had. The cancer that killed her.

What is my fate?

“In a week’s time, we’ll get you back in here and test your blood. We’ll be able to determine what next steps to take.”

“Thanks,” I say as he hands me the prescription. “I’ll see you next week.”

He nods. “Stay positive, Chloe.”

---

After I fill my prescriptions, I head straight home. I contemplated visiting Harry at the rehab center, but I just couldn’t face him. I haven’t seen him in a week, and it’s killing me, but I just can’t go.

I’m doing it for him though, I tell myself. If I tell him what’s going on with me, he’ll worry too much. He needs to focus on himself in order to get better, and I can’t put this burden on him. Perhaps once he’s out of there we can talk, but for now, we need space.

I’m actually surprised he hasn’t tried to call me or anything yet. He isn’t allowed to have his cell phone there, but I find it weird that he hasn’t had Anne ask me where I’ve been. I wonder how he’s doing. I could ask Anne, but then she’ll ask me why I haven’t visited him, and I’m not ready to tell her what’s going on either.



Later that day, the effects of my new medication hits me. I feel groggy and weak. I decide to skip dinner and fix myself a cup a tea. I grab my journal and tea and head to the porch and decide to write for a little bit. I’ve been in my feelings all day, and I think, well I hope, writing will help.

Once I become to tired to even write anymore, I watch the waves crash onto the beach. The sounds are peaceful, and it brings me back to one of my favorite nights on the beach with Harry.



“Baby, you’re killing me,” Harry groans when I pull my tank top off, revealing my latest purchase from Victoria’s Secret: a black bikini.

“You love it,” I smirk and head for the water.

“Damn right I do. That’s probably an understatement though,” he says as he removes his own shirt, leaving him only in his swim trunks. I take in his beautiful, toned, inked torso. “Last one in owes the winner a back massage.”

I run after him and giggle when he teases me by skipping across the sand.

“Looks like I have a back massage to look forward to,” he winks once we’re floating in the warm ocean water.

“I guess,” I shrug. “You’re lucky I love you.” I kiss the tip of his nose and wrap my arms around his neck so we’re floating together.

“I know.”

I had meant that as a joke, but with each passing day, it’s becoming more evident that Harry doesn’t think he’s worthy enough for me. He always feels like he has something to prove, and I wish I could show him that he’s already perfect enough. That I’m the lucky one here.

We end up playing around in the water for an hour or so before returning to our towels on the private beach behind our house and laying under the setting sun. We get lost in conversation for another few hours and it’s already ten at night by the time I begin to feel tired.

I start to put my tank top back on, but Harry’s hand grabs it from my own. “Nope,” he smirks.

“It’s getting cold, Harry!” I whine.

“Oh, is it? I’ll help you with that.” Harry pulls me to his chest and begins kissing down my neck, towards the swell of my breasts. “Better?”

I shake my head truthfully. All he’s done is given me goosebumps.

His hand slowly trails down my chest and torso, stopping at the front of my bikini bottom. His fingers begin moving in a circling pattern, igniting the flame of desire within me.

I moan involuntarily as my eyes flutter closed. Harry flips us over so my back is now on the towel, and he is hovering over me with a hungered expression. “Fuck, Chloe. You’re so sexy.”

His lips trail along my bikini top, teasing me. His hand increases pressure, and he chuckles when he elicits another moan out of me.

His hand moves under the fabric of my bottoms finally, and his fingers quickly slide into my slick sex. “Oh baby. Always so ready for me. You like me fucking you with my fingers, huh?”

I nod and roll my hips forward, hoping to increase the friction of his thumb tracing over my sensitive clit. “Please, Harry.”

“Please what, Chlo? You want my cock?”

“Take me inside. Let’s go to your room,” my voice is so desperate, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve had a taste of him, and now all I want is more.

All he does is shake his head. “I wanna fuck you on the beach,”

Fuck, does that sound hot.
I nod in response and pull his face to mine, capturing his lips.

Harry’s hands begin to pull down my bottoms. Once they are completely off, he is quick to remove his own swim trunks.

“What if someone sees us?” I whisper.

“It’s dark out, baby. We’re on a private beach.”

I nod again, all worries fading away once he enters me slowly, filling me in a delicious way. “Fuck baby, I’ll never get tired of this. You. Us.”

“I love you, Harry,” I moan into his ear as he thrusts in and out of me. His hands prop himself up on either side of my head, while my own hands grip onto his biceps tightly.

“I love you,” he repeats over and over again into my hair. “You feel so good, Chloe. No one should feel this good.”

“Tell that to yourself,” I tease breathlessly.

“You like that?” He smirks, also short of breath. I nod and he increases his pace, wiping all traces of smile off my face. I moan uncontrollably. He’s right, this is too perfect.

“I’m gonna come, Chlo,” He grits out, a bead of his sweat falling onto my face. “Come with me baby, let go.” One of his hands moves to where our bodies connect, and his fingers brush against my sex.

We come together; an intensely amazing feeling. We’re both panting as he collapses on top of me. “Are you still cold?” He smirks.

---

One week later.

Harry’s POV



“How are you feeling today, Harry?” Dr. Nelson asks at the beginning of my daily session.

“Good,” I answer. I’ve found that to be the best reply when he asks me how I’m feeling.

“I have good news. Would you like to hear it?”

No, I’m good, I think of replying to him sarcastically, but I know that won’t help me out. “Sure,” I finally shrug.

“I think you’re ready to go home. If you’d like, you could be out of here as soon as tomorrow. That is, if you think you’re ready. There’s no rush.”

A smile spreads across my face. Whether it be from disbelief or anticipation, I don’t give a fuck—I’m ecstatic. I’m getting out of here, and I’m going to fix things with my girl. I’m going to get her back.

“I take it you’re ready?” The doctor smiles himself when I get too excited to answer.

I nod, “Definitely. I’m ready to face the world and move on.”

“That’s good to hear. Do you think you’ve made a lot of progress being here? I know you said you didn’t think you had a problem before coming here, but now that we’ve talked, do you think you’re in a better place?”

“I really do. I feel a lot stronger, like I don’t need to be dependent on her,” he knows I’m talking about Chloe. She usually is the topic of conversation, so he’s learned enough about her in the past month. “but I do miss her. I can’t wait to get back to her. Things will be different this time, though, don’t worry Doc.”

He laughs. “You’ve come a long way, Harry. I think you’re in a much better place now, and I agree that things will be different this time around. You should be proud at the progress you’ve made. I’m sure Chloe will be happy to have you back.”

“I’m not sure about that,” I sigh.

Doctor Nelson frowns. “Why is that? I thought she was visiting you everyday? Seems to me like she still cares about you a lot.”

“She hasn’t been here in a ten days.” I sound pathetic, knowing exactly how many days she hasn’t showed. “I haven’t heard from her, and she never told me she wouldn’t be coming. She might’ve given up.”

“Don’t say that, Harry. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation. She wouldn’t spend all of that time with you for no reason. Have some faith.”

I nod and stand up when he does. He holds his hand out for me to shake, “It’s been a pleasure talking to you, Harry. I hope things work out with you and Chloe.”

“Thanks, Doc. For everything.”

“Just doing my job,” he smiles. “If you ever need anything, you have my number. Don’t hesitate to call, understand? You’ve changed, and you’re not that guy anymore. You’ve come a long way, let’s not retreat back to those old ways.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

He nods and releases my hand. “Good luck, Harry. Tell Chloe I say hello.”

---

The next day I wake up at the crack of dawn. I’m more than excited to get the fuck out of this nut house and back to Chloe. I’m itching to see her again. I don’t care where she’s been or why she hasn’t come around in almost two weeks, I just need to see her. I know we’re not technically dating at the moment, but I want nothing more than to kiss her beautiful pink lips and lose myself inside of her. It’s been too long since we last made love, and I know I sound like horny teenager, but I’ve missed my girl.

I pack all of my things (not that I have a lot of stuff) and meet my mum with my suitcase at the front doors of the rehab center at ten in the morning.

Once she helps me get my stuff into the trunk of her car, she pulls me into a tight hug. “It’s good to have you back, Harry.” She sniffles once she pulls away, and apologizes for crying.

“I’m better now, Mum. It won’t happen again, you don’t need to worry,” I assure her.

“I know, I just can’t help it. You’re all I have left,” her voice cracks, and I pull her into another hug.

“I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, Harry. Let’s get you home.”

The drive back to the house feels like it takes hours. My knee won’t quit bouncing, and I’ve wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans too many times to count.

Once we finally pull into the driveway, I thank my mum, exit the car and run into the house. My bags can wait, all I want and need right now is Chloe. I’m not even sure she knows I’m coming home today.

I take two steps at a time to make it up to her room in less than 30 seconds. I open her door, and she’s not in there. Her car was in the garage, so I know she’s home.

Maybe she’s in the bathroom. I act on my thought and run to her bathroom. Not there. Closet?

I check the walk in closet, and panic when I see her.

She lays on her back, her skin practically translucent. A pool of blood surrounds her. She’s dressed in black yoga pants and a bra, her hair fanned around her head. A sweater lays next to her hands, an indication that she must’ve been undressing when whatever happened, happened.

I kneel down beside her and search for a pulse in her neck and on her wrist. Nothing. My breathing has become labored, and I can hardly see through the tears in my eyes. What the hell happened!

“Chloe, wake up. Come on, baby. Wake up!” I pull my shirt over my head and put it on Chloe. I carefully pick her lifeless body off the ground and carry her out of her room and down the stairs, all while trying to get her to wake up, to come back to me.

“Mum!” I yell as I run through the house. I decide calling the paramedics will take too long—I need to get her to the hospital. Now.

“What is it?” My mum asks as she rounds the corner from the kitchen into the hallway where I’m shoving my feet into my boots. “Chloe?” Her eyes go wide. “What happened to her?”

“I don’t know, I just found her… she was surrounded by blood. Mum, I have to get her to the hospital, she’s not breathing, I don't know how long she was laying there,” I rush out the words. My breathing is erratic, and tears are streaming down my face.

All she does is run to the laundry room adjacent to us, and comes back holding one of my shirts. “Let’s go, you can put this on there.”


My mum drives, assuming correctly that I’d be too panicked to do so myself. I sit in the back with a lifeless Chloe on my lap, crying and praying that we haven’t already shared our last moments together.

Notes

Hey guys :) So there's only a few chapters left, and I'm going to try to finish it by Sunday because I'll be leaving for vacation on Monday.

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