No Regrets
25-Harry
Charlotte’s P.O.V.
For the second day in a row I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I grumbled but answered.
“Hello?” I asked in a groggy voice.
“Just wanted to let you know, everyone is coming over in 15 minutes to wake you up for your birthday, so make sure that your hair…make sure your wig is on unless you care to explain today. Zayn and I thought you would like the warning, and Happy Birthday.” Harry said in a thoughtful voice. I heard him disconnect and dropped my phone on the bed. I sighed and went to the bathroom, I pulled on my wig while thinking about how Harry found out.
*Flashback-two days after Niall and Char’s first date*
“Hey, Lottie, can I talk to you real quick?” Harry asked, gesturing to his bedroom.
“Sure.” I said as I got up from the couch and the TV. I followed him into his bedroom and he shut the door. He was looking quite nervous and was rubbing his neck.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“I need to know.” He started and my heart beat sped up, “What happened, when Liam and I walked in on you with Zayn, your…head…?” He asked slowly. I sucked in a deep breath.
“Umm,” I got up and opened the door to check that no one was listening. It was only Lou and Liam in the flat right now but I was still worried they would over hear. I closed the door again and went into the en suite bathroom. I motioned for him to follow me and then closed that door. I REALLY didn’t want to be overheard, or seen. “This is a very delicate topic,” I started, already feeling emotional. “What exactly did you guys see?”
“Umm, well I saw you were very upset and had been crying, Zayn was comforting you, and I got a glimpse of your head before you dove under the blanket. You…you didn’t…have any…hair.” He said quietly. I nodded and sucked in a breath. I got up from where I had been sitting—on the bathtub, and went to look in the mirror. I took another deep breath before I gently removed the tape that secured my wig. I slowly peeled the wig off my head and turned to face Harry. His mouth was hanging open and there was shock in his eyes. “Wha…?” he asked, still shocked. I moved and sat back down, he joined me and sat on the toilet seat.
“Harry, before I go on, you have to promise me that you won’t tell ANYONE. Zayn is the only other one that knows, and that’s only because he picked me up from the hospital that first night.” I looked him dead in the eye.
“I promise.” He told me, looking back into my eyes. I took a deep breath and continued.
“About 2 months ago I found out I have CLL. Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia.” I stated and he gasped, his eyes growing bigger as he registered the news. I continued before he could say anything. “I have been going through chemo for two months, the treatment has caused me to lose my hair.” I told him quietly. “That’s the real reason I came to London. The hospital here offered me a chance to have the best treatment know for this type of cancer. It is rare in young adults, which is why I was offered the chance, to get to see which treatments would work best on my case so in turn I would help less severe cases.” I finished, tears in my eyes.
Before I could change my mind I began to roll up the sleeves of my loose sweater. Harry’s eyes got even bigger as he took in the sight of the bruises on my arms. He reached his hand out and gently took my arm, examining it closer. There were tiny scars where the needles had been put into my body over and over. He didn’t say a word, he just came over to sit next to me and engulfed me in a hug. He rested his chin on my head as he held me close. One tear fell through my eyelashes before I regained myself. He gently pulled away and wiped the tear off my face.
“I can’t believe that you have to go through this, but I want you to know that I will be here for you, no matter what. Ok? I want you to know that you can come to me, and I guess Zayn, about anything.” He looked me in the eyes as he said it and I smiled at his kindness. I brought him in for one last hug.
“Thank you for not saying you’re sorry.” I whispered into his chest.
*End Flasback*
I smiled at the memories of how nice he had been and how well he had handled it. I quickly finished putting my hair into the wig and then put it in a messy bun to make it look like I had slept in it. I fished out a pair of boxers from my closet, slipping them over my legs as I got back into bed, no need for them to see me in my lace underwear! I managed to fall into a light sleep before I felt my bed shake as 8 people jumped on my bed and attacked me.
For the second day in a row I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I grumbled but answered.
“Hello?” I asked in a groggy voice.
“Just wanted to let you know, everyone is coming over in 15 minutes to wake you up for your birthday, so make sure that your hair…make sure your wig is on unless you care to explain today. Zayn and I thought you would like the warning, and Happy Birthday.” Harry said in a thoughtful voice. I heard him disconnect and dropped my phone on the bed. I sighed and went to the bathroom, I pulled on my wig while thinking about how Harry found out.
*Flashback-two days after Niall and Char’s first date*
“Hey, Lottie, can I talk to you real quick?” Harry asked, gesturing to his bedroom.
“Sure.” I said as I got up from the couch and the TV. I followed him into his bedroom and he shut the door. He was looking quite nervous and was rubbing his neck.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“I need to know.” He started and my heart beat sped up, “What happened, when Liam and I walked in on you with Zayn, your…head…?” He asked slowly. I sucked in a deep breath.
“Umm,” I got up and opened the door to check that no one was listening. It was only Lou and Liam in the flat right now but I was still worried they would over hear. I closed the door again and went into the en suite bathroom. I motioned for him to follow me and then closed that door. I REALLY didn’t want to be overheard, or seen. “This is a very delicate topic,” I started, already feeling emotional. “What exactly did you guys see?”
“Umm, well I saw you were very upset and had been crying, Zayn was comforting you, and I got a glimpse of your head before you dove under the blanket. You…you didn’t…have any…hair.” He said quietly. I nodded and sucked in a breath. I got up from where I had been sitting—on the bathtub, and went to look in the mirror. I took another deep breath before I gently removed the tape that secured my wig. I slowly peeled the wig off my head and turned to face Harry. His mouth was hanging open and there was shock in his eyes. “Wha…?” he asked, still shocked. I moved and sat back down, he joined me and sat on the toilet seat.
“Harry, before I go on, you have to promise me that you won’t tell ANYONE. Zayn is the only other one that knows, and that’s only because he picked me up from the hospital that first night.” I looked him dead in the eye.
“I promise.” He told me, looking back into my eyes. I took a deep breath and continued.
“About 2 months ago I found out I have CLL. Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia.” I stated and he gasped, his eyes growing bigger as he registered the news. I continued before he could say anything. “I have been going through chemo for two months, the treatment has caused me to lose my hair.” I told him quietly. “That’s the real reason I came to London. The hospital here offered me a chance to have the best treatment know for this type of cancer. It is rare in young adults, which is why I was offered the chance, to get to see which treatments would work best on my case so in turn I would help less severe cases.” I finished, tears in my eyes.
Before I could change my mind I began to roll up the sleeves of my loose sweater. Harry’s eyes got even bigger as he took in the sight of the bruises on my arms. He reached his hand out and gently took my arm, examining it closer. There were tiny scars where the needles had been put into my body over and over. He didn’t say a word, he just came over to sit next to me and engulfed me in a hug. He rested his chin on my head as he held me close. One tear fell through my eyelashes before I regained myself. He gently pulled away and wiped the tear off my face.
“I can’t believe that you have to go through this, but I want you to know that I will be here for you, no matter what. Ok? I want you to know that you can come to me, and I guess Zayn, about anything.” He looked me in the eyes as he said it and I smiled at his kindness. I brought him in for one last hug.
“Thank you for not saying you’re sorry.” I whispered into his chest.
*End Flasback*
I smiled at the memories of how nice he had been and how well he had handled it. I quickly finished putting my hair into the wig and then put it in a messy bun to make it look like I had slept in it. I fished out a pair of boxers from my closet, slipping them over my legs as I got back into bed, no need for them to see me in my lace underwear! I managed to fall into a light sleep before I felt my bed shake as 8 people jumped on my bed and attacked me.
Notes
Short chapter sorry, I just wanted to get it in that Harry knows, but she didn't tell himm about Kylie...yet...so what do you think of Harry knowing? Let me know your thoughts in the comments! I may have another chapter ready by tonight, I may not. Definetely tomorrow though.
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Awesome!:) and I know exactly how you feel!=]
7/21/13