1 month later:
“Heyyy hows it going? Feel like it’s been ages since I’ve spoken to you.” Niall says to me. We are currently on Face time.
“Niall we spoke like two days ago.”
“Oh yeah.” He smirks.
“Hey where are you? Aren’t you supposed to be at your treatment.”
I am so excited right now I am about to tell him about my transplant.
“Yea about that Niall, I have to tell you something.” I say with a massive smile on my face.
“No, wait, hang on” he says as his eyes light up.
I think he has caught on
I nod my head
“Yep. Yes Niall I had my friken transplant. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you straight away I mean it was just go, go like I was busy preparing for it, then I was having it, then recovering and
“WHOAAA. It’s ok. But OH MY GOD. AHHHH!!” Niall Horan is screaming. We are both acting stupid like kids. I didn’t really think his reaction would be like this, but who cares.
“I know, I know, I’m normal again.”
“I am so happy for you, this is amazing. Wait is everything going ok? When did it happen?”
“It happened last month on the twelfth, and everything is going so well still early days and taking it easy but everything is good.”
“I’m so happy for you, now you should get nothing but happiness come your way. I wish I could be there with you and celebrate.”
“Aw thanks Nialler , you’re the best”
My phone is vibrating on my desk no caller Id but I’ll answer it anyway.
“hello”
Silence
“Hello”
“Hello is anyone there”.
As I am about to hang up.
“It’s me” my heart stops why is he calling me?
“Look I just want to talk, see how you are”
Is he for real? It’s been nearly six months and we haven’t exchanged not even a text.
“You do?” I say sarcastically
“Yes I wan to explain some things.”
My god the nerve.
“Listen here Mr Styles, I get it ok I didn’t tell you before the other boys about me and me being ill and ok your allowed to be pissed. But you basically cheated on me if you would have actually broken up with me then ok yes I wouldn’t be mad.”
“Look I know what I did was really crappy and”
“Crappy Harry you broke my heart, but I was strong I didn’t dwell on it and stay up all hours and think of you or cry over you. I was busy being sick and having treatment that basically kept me alive, while you were with her and she was probably circulating ideas in her brain in order to make a next smash hit single.”
Oh yea I went there!
“I am so sorry for what I did I want to make it up to you.”
“No there’s nothing you can say or do that will make me change my mind about this. Goodbye Harry.”
Just like that I hung up. Maybe I should have let him explain.
I keep replaying mine and Harry’s last conversation, it was the day before I had my transplant which was kind of odd but it anyway. He sometimes texts me but I never message him back. I think about calling him sometimes but not right now I’m not there yet.

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