"How long?"
"We don't know. If transplant doesn't come soon, she probably won't make it through the surgery."
"Fuck."
"Yeah. Thanks for coming."
"Of course. I should of come sooner."
"You didn't know."
"Still. I should have stuck around."
My eyelids flutter open.
My mum is asleep on the couch next to me. Niall stands across the room. Another figure stands behind him, his face just out of view.
Sean?
I rub my eyes with the back of my hand.
Not Sean.
Tall. Too tall. His hair is the wrong shade, his figure too slender.
I rub my eyes again, not believing what they see.
He walks towards me slowly, until he's close enough that I can see the dark circles around his green eyes.
"Adie."
There's only one person in the world who calls me that.
Harry.
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FanfictionMost 22-year-olds think they're indestructible. Aideen however, the youngest sister of Niall Horan, has known her entire life that she in very, very DEstructable. Born with Cystic Fibrosis, Aideen struggles daily to keep up with her healthy peers. A...
