Real love tested.

The next morning comes around and it’s Saturday YAY no school or treatment today. I get up, get changed and go for breakfast with my dad that is time together we have been doing since I was ten years old I think. We arrive at our usual cafe I order the same thing as I always do eggs Benedict, although I don’t eat the egg yolk, only the white part I can’t stand the taste of the yolk at the moment, because my treatment has made my taste buds go all funny. At breakfast my dad asks me about the concert and I tell him it was like being there as a fan it was so amazing. He then has a chat to me about how Harry has been supporting me these past few difficult months with my dialysis. I freeze and look at him and he knows by the look on my face that I haven’t told him anything about it.
“CAN WE PLEASE JUST DROP IT!” I yell out as I walk in the front door and turning around looking at my dad.
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND HE HAS A RIGHT TO KNOW.” My dad yells back at me.
“I WILL TELL HIM WHEN I’M READY.” I fire back.
“WOW tell who what?” Harry walks into the living room as me and my dad are at each other’s throat.
“Nothing it doesn’t matter.” I say looking at my dad running out of the living room about to burst into tears.
I walk in my room slam the door shut and shove all the papers off my desk and walk towards my bed and sit on the corner of it, cover my eyes and start to cry. Then I hear a knock on the door.
“Who is it? I ask in a sad tone.
“Love it’s me, can I come in?
I don’t want Harry seeing me like this, his going to know something serious is up. I never ever cry I’m always such a happy person who is always laughing. I use the palm of my hands to wipe away the oncoming tears. But they keep streaming down my face and then Harry opens the door I look up at him looking so distraught. He then runs up to me and sits beside me on the bed and hugs me tightly and asks me
“What is wrong love? I hate to see you cry”
“It’s nothing Harry” I say as I break away from his arms and stand up and wipe away my tears and rush my fingers through my hair.
He looks at me with a serious stare and knows I’m lying.
“Like I said it’s nothing.”
He then folds his arms. Honestly he is looking really sexy at the moment.
“Ok fine it is really nothing. I just umm failed a test” I had to think quickly on my feet because for whatever reason I am not ready to tell Harry the truth about anything.
“Is that it?” Harry looks at me like what is the big deal. “Oh um what subject?”
“Oh um health.”
“Why are you so upset about it? It’s only one test there will be heaps more you will do better on.”
I look at him and laugh a little.
“It’s just I studied really hard, but your right there will be heaps more.” I say to Harry leaning my head on his shoulder and he places a kiss on my forehead.
The next day I get up early than usual I knock on the door of the flat and Niall opens the door. He holds the door open and lets me in.
“Want some cereal?” He asks me as I sit down on the table opposite Niall.
“I’m ok thanks mate.”
“So why up so early are you that excited to get to school?” Niall says with a big mouthful of cornflakes in his mouth and some landing on the table and he uses his finger to wipe away the mess he just literally spat out.
“Um no I have dialysis today” I say to him as I laugh and Niall’s silliness.
“Oh sorry.”
“No don’t be” I reply back.
“Could you just tell Harry I had to leave early for school.” I ask Niall, he nods his head.
“So he still doesn’t know, I’m not judging, it’s just your so brave to cope with all of this on your own. I mean your family they would be amazing in all of this.”
“Yea they have been of course, and there’s you, your ok to talk to I guess.” I say in a sarcastic tone and laugh.
“I’m the best.” Niall sarcastically responds. As he takes his plate to the sink.
My phone then buzzes off and it’s a message from dad saying to hurry up. I look at the time and it’s 7.10AM. I leave at 7.15AM on dialysis days to get to the hospital to get there by eight.
“CRAP, SORRY NIALL GOT TO GO, I’LL SEE YOU LATER.”
“Ok good luck” he says as I run out the door.

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