Niall's POV
I left the doctor with four bottles of pills and three liquid antibiotics I was instructed to take several times a day.
I was sure they all tasted like crap, and wasn't specially looking forward to taking them.
But if it was going to save my life, or even slow down the disease, it was worth it.
Adria hadn't hadn't said much on the way home, and I was really worried about her. The last thing I wanted to do was cause her stress.
I went into the kitchen to take my 6:30 doses of medicine.
"Whats with all of the medicine?" Greg asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Um. Nothing," I said, taking four pills at once.
"It doesn't look like nothing. That's a lot of medicine," he said.
Why was he acting so nice?
"Why do you suddenly give a crap?" I snapped.
He rolled his eyes, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.
"Sorry then,"
I felt bad. He actually took interest in me and I had just blown him off.
"I uh, went to the doctor today" I said, squinting as I poured the liquid medicine into the measuring cup.
He nodded, signaling for me to continue as he poured cereal into his bowl.
"And... I have a severe case of Tuberculosis,"
"Tubercu what?" He asked.
"It attacks the lungs. If it goes untreated it could... kill me" I said, taking more medicine.
His eyes widened.
"But you're doing the treatment, right?"
"Trying. The doctor said my condition is rare and there's a possibility that the medicine will have no effect on me,"
It was strange, how talking about my own death to people I loved didn't cause me to get emotional.
Greg dropped his spoon.
"And if it doesn't work?"
"It would eventually prevent me from breathing," i said, looking at the ground.
Greg quickly stood up and hugged me, an unfamiliar gesture coming from him. We usually barely talked, he was always with his friends, and I wasn't exactly fond of them.
I was shocked at first, but hugged back.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Why did everyone say they were sorry? The sympathy was starting to annoy me.
"Don't be,"
He released me and I screwed closed all of the medicine caps and placed them back in the cupboard.
Greg's POV:
"It would eventually prevent me from breathing," He said, looking at the ground.
I didn't know what to say. If the treatment didn't work he'd... die.
Niall and I never got along. I was gone a lot and we were seven years apart anyway.
We exchanged a few words like 'pass the cereal' 'hello' and 'goodbye,' but that was about it.
And now I regretted every bad thing I ever said or did to him.
I stood up and hugged him, something quite foreign to us both.
I could tell I caught him off guard, but was relieved when he hugged back.
I finally let go, and he put away all of the medicine.
"Thanks, Greg" he said softly, before heading up the stairs.
Adria's POV:
I got home and went straight to my room, not wanting to face anyone.
I locked the door, fell on my bed, and just sobbed.
I should've made him go to the doctor earlier...
I pulled out my phone and Googled Tuberculosis.
I read about it for a while, not much of it made sense.
'Tuberculosis is spread through the air when people who have an active TB infection couch, sneeze, or otherwise transmit respiratory fluids through the air'
I read.
So Niall didn't just develop Tuberculosis, someone must've given it to him. But who?
It says its most common in developing countries, so it would have to be someone who traveled a lot... like me.
I raced downstairs.
"Mom?" I asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Yes, dear?" She asked, whilst wiping down the counter.
"Is it possible that I've ever had Tuberculosis?" I asked.
She laughed. "Why would you ask such a thing?"
"Because... Niall has it mom. And he could be dying," I started sobbing and my mom quickly came over and wrapped me in a hug.
"Honey! I'm so sorry" she whispered into my hair.
"Why?" I asked, looking up at her.
She sighed, looking guilty.
"We went to Africa one year on vacation, you were about nine. You started coughing a lot so we took you to a doctor. They couldn't treat you there, so as soon as we got home you got treatment and it was gone."
"What if I gave it to him, mom? What if its my fault he is so sick?"
"Dear, that was years ago. Don't beat yourself up over an impossible thought like that,"
"He had to get it from someone!" I insisted.
I shook my head, and retreated to my room.
I spent more time with Niall than anyone, especially when I was younger.
The doctor said Niall's had active Tuberculosis for two years.. but maybe it was inactive before.. inactive but still there.
Because of me.
Harry's POV:
I hadn't heard from Adria or Niall since Adria came home.
Neither of them had returned my texts, so I decided to go to Adria's house.
I knocked on the door, and she answered almost instantly.
"Hey," I said, smiling.
"Hey, Harry" She said, softly.
"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
She looked like she hadn't slept in days.
"Harry, we need to talk," She said, with more authority in her voice this time.
I was terribly confused, but followed her upstairs.
I sat next to her on her bed, letting her head rest on my shoulder.
Adria and I had a complicated relationship.
We acted like we were together when we were alone, but we weren't. At school and in public we were just friends, but we had admitted we liked each other. It just never really went a step further.
"It all started when I took Niall to the doctor..."
-An Hour Later-
Adria had finished talking, and we were both crying like babies.
She turned to cry into my shoulder, as I rested my chin on her head, stroking her hair comfortingly.
"Shh. It'll be okay" I whispered.
She sat up and looked me in the eyes.
"And what if it isn't? It's all my fault,"
I lightly brought my thumb to her face and wiped away her tears.
"Don't say that" I said, firmly.
"It's not your fault"
"Yes it is Harry!" It's all.my.fault." she sobbed, looking at the ground.
"Look at me," I said, tilting her head up to look me in the eye.
"You'll never know if you did give it to him, and even if you did, it isn't as if you knew or tried to do it Adi"
She relaxed a bit.
"You're right," She nodded.
"Aren't I always?" I smirked.
She hit me playfully.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Yeah," She said, wiping away the remaining tears.
"Good," I whispered, slowly pressing my lips to hers.
Adria's POV:
Harry and I had an interesting relationship.
We weren't technically together, despite the fact that we had told each other how we felt.
When we were alone, we acted like a couple, but in public it was a different story.
Part of me wished he would just ask me out already, and the other part of me wanted someone else...
When he kissed me it wasn't a surprise.
He'd kissed me several times before, but I felt... that spark every time. It was electrifying.
"I should go," he whispered, whispered, resting his forehead against mine.
I nodded, walking him to the door.
"Bye Harry," I said, hugging me.
"Bye Adria"

Notes

HEY guys.
This chapter was the sole definition of a filler. It needed to be here because it has some info in it but its a little boring so sorry :(
The next chapter is gonna have tons of drama, and it was supposed to be in this chapter but it ended up being too long.
Also i have a "co author" now but thats just my backup account incase I cant log into this one for some reason.
Let me know what u thought and thanks for reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)))))))
XOX
Khloe
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