Harry Styles Imagines

Cancer

"No! No!" He dropped to the floor just like his tears dropped onto his cheeks.

It was so painful to see a dear one's world crumble down infront of your eyes and to not be able to help them.

No soothing words, no cuddles, no kisses would heal the wound that's deepening in Harry's heart at the moment.

His heart was breaking, the same when you break glass; not fixable. And I knew that soon the beautiful curls that he's grabbing tightly between his fingers would be disappearing as the hairs will fall down like the leaves when they fall off the trees in the fall season.

I approached him, hesitating whether I touch him, directly hug him or just talk without using my hands... I wasn't sure if he's mad that he'll block me out, not wanting me to see his breakdown or if he's sad that he wants my comfort and help in this crisis.

"Harry," I whispered softly, to test the waters.

He looked up, his cheeks all red and wet from the uncontrollable sobbing he was going through. There was no more light in his eyes, they were dull and dark as if he has already given up on everything.

"No, don't! Don't you dare give me that surrendering look! No, Harry, you are NOT giving up that easily...Do you hear me?! It's not the end of the world that you're sick... A lot of people got sick from it too, but they're perfectly fine now and they're living a happy life with their families so don't think that I'm gonna let you deal with this on your own. I'm with you, each step of the way, to support you and help you with anything you need. We'll get through this together okay?"

I couldn't control myself either because the tears cascaded down my cheeks as I said what I needed to say to my boyfriend. Even the mention of it's name disgusts me that I avoid saying it. I hated it for the possible chance to take away the love of my life.

"Besides, don't forget that the boys and that your family and the whole 1D fanbase are supporting you from the very first to the last moment of your therapy. And God willing, you'll get through it by therapy."

My hands were cupping his cheeks during all the time I was talking to keep his attention on me, and to make sure he was understanding what I was telling him. It made him calm down a little bit, his tears finally stopping. When I finished I planted a firm but gentle, warm, reassuring kiss to his forehead, bringing his head to my chest to hug him tight.

"I love you (Y/N) 'n I don't want to lose you. Not anytime soon. Im not ready to leave yet. I don't want you to leave me when I become bald and weak. I don't want you to get tired of me and of my constant whining and need for help. I know that it'll tire you and make you run away... I don't want that." His grip around me tightened as he continued to speak. "I want to marry you and have kids with you. And I want us to have those fights about the name of our baby... When I keep arguing that I want it to be Darcy and you just huff at me and walk away to rest with a large bump infront of you. And those where I wanna buy our baby boy the most expensive socks and shoes because they're just so tiny and too cute and then you're like 'Harry stop spending lots of money on silly shit, some people don't have a cent to buy food for their children'." He chuckled bitterly, his tears soaking the material of my blouse.

"Who said that I'm gonna get tired? or leave? Who said that you'll be ugly if you were bald? Harry, I loved you for your amazing personality, your pure as gold soul, not for your appearances. I admit, you're so beautiful that sometimes I get jealous, but this doesn't decide whether I stay or leave. Imma' stick by your side until you say I'm tired of you (Y/N) then, I'd let you go. Otherwise, I'm not leaving to anywhere, baby. I promise."