Does He Know?
(Chapter eighteen)
Harry's P.o.v
{4 Week's later}
I ran my finger's threw my as I saw Belle with Adam. Again. Right now I'm in the cafeteria. I sighed and stood up and went to throw my lunch away. I don't really feel like being here. Near them.
As I threw my food away and set the tray in the tray stack, I saw Niall. His eye's were red and puffy. What? I went over to the table he sat at. Not far from Belle's. I shock my head and sat down next to him.
''What wrong?'' I asked confused.
He looked up at me then back down to there ground where his eye's have been.
''My daughter...She's sick..h-has pheumonia..'' He said crying harder.
''H-How old is she?'' I asked worried.
''10 months..'' He said crying even harder.
I patted his back as he lifted the collar of his shirt and dug his eye's into it, wiping them.
I didn't say anything I just..didn't have words to it.
''I j-just don't k-know what to do...'' He said shaking his head side to side.
''I will do everything in my power to make sure she get's better..''
''B-but your not a kid doctor..'' He said coughing a little at the end.
I nodded before speaking.
''It doesn't mean I can't do anything..'' I said
He smiled a little and nodded.
''Thanks..'' He trailed off wiping his tears with his collar again. I leaned over and graved a napkin , then handed it to him.
''Please, just don't give up on her..'' I told him.
''I haven't and I won't.'' He said smiling.
I nodded.
''Good..''
{Few Hours Later}
I sat in the office doing paper work. I ran my fingers threw my hair. I couldn't stop think about what Niall told me. I mean..That's one of the reasons I never became a child doctor. I would have to see little kids..pass at such a young age..But that's not going to happen. It won't, I won't let it happen.
I could use someone to talk to. To tell them all my problems. Belle was one of those people. I haven't even talked to her in a hole month and I felt like I was going insane. This is why people I don't like to get attached to someone. They come into your life then just leave you. I get sick off that shit. My own father did that to me, my sister and my mother. I hate that man. He never called or asked how we are doing.
That's main reasons, why I wanna help Niall. He cares for his baby girl. Unlike my father who could give to shits about me or my family.
I thought I was over this!
I let out a deep heavy sigh and stood up to go get something from the vending machine. I need to clear my head.
My feet made there way to the machine and I took out a dollar and shoved it in there, then took out my twix.
''Well tell your her that your uncle wants more money!'' I heard a women's voice.
Spencer?
''Look just tell her...He want to raise the price!''
What?
''No! He hasn't even spoke to mean in a month! Only work shit!''
Whatever it's not my business.
I went to my office and shut the door. Then went to get my work in a case. I just want to go home.
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1/27/15