Harry doesnʻt like loving someone and they donʻt love you back.
It hurts just to see your loved one slowly vanishing away, loving someone else.
Because of Harryʻs sickness, heʻs not allowed anywhere else besides his stupid hospital bed. Louis visi...
Harry still ignored Louis, the both of them didnʻt know the reason, but he did anyways. Every time he saw Louis in the halls, he would turn around and walk the other way.
Harry was in that same waiting room, in his little wheelchair, the good news was that Harry was feeling much better, still had the disease in him so he couldnʻt leave, but itʻs way better than how it was the last time they checked it.
"Here you go," Myra handed him the same pills last time because he used all of his pills.
"Thanks," he took it from the tray.
He was wearing a mask, the blue sweater, and some black jeans.
Once Harry was finally out of the unnecessary wheelchair, he was back in his room. He opened the door to his room, finally happy he could finally sleep the day off.
He closed his door and went to his bed, noticing something on his bed though.
It was a jar with fairy lights in them.
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He smiled at the little gift, wondering who did it.
