Concealer- A Harry Styles Fanfic.

Concealer: Chapter 26.

guys I am SOOOOOOOO sorry I haven't uploaded:( I just constantly felt sick and nauseous and ugh. I'm on my third round of treatment and I've lost my hair now but it's for the best I guess. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm so so so sorry for the massive wait but here it is. I apologise in advance if it's slightly boring and short:(

I'll stop rambling now, here's the chapter:)xx

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Harry's POV

I woke up to a throbbing pain in my side. I let out a scream as Zoella shot up.

"Harry! Are you okay?" she exclaimed.

I shook my head vigorously as Zoella scrambled out to go look for a doctor.

Zoella's POV

I frantically scanned the halls looking for Harrys doctor.

"madam, are you alright?" a voice came from behind me. It was the nurse that I saw in the bathroom.

"my boyfriend has got some pain in his right side, he's screaming!"

The nurse jotted down everything on the clipboard quickly, her eyes widened as the read over the notes.

"the right side did you say?"

"yes."

"shoot!"

I looked at her confused, she pulled out a phone-like device, pressed a button on it and firmly said "code red. code red."

"code red?"

"ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to go into the waiting room." she stated firmly.

"uhm.. Okay."

****30 MINUTES LATER****

"Ms Walker?" an elderly man in a clipboard questioned.

"yes."

"your boyfriend is Mr. Styles if I'm not mistaken?"

"yes..he is."

"ah.. It seems your boyfriend was suffering from appendicitis... There were also some complications due to the fact his appendix actually burst.. Thus, spreading the infection all over his body. Ms Walker, I'm not sure if you are aware but that is incredibly dangerous. He is still in surgery but there's a 80% chance that he won't make it. I'm sorry."

"What?" I said, my voice trembling.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone now."

I stared at the cold marble floor, not able to move. Blinking seemed like too much effort. Breathing seemed like too much effort.

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I finally stopped and took out my phone, I clicked on my Pierce The Veil playlist. I slumped down on my chair and let Vic Fuentes' familiar voice fill my ears.

Let's go!

I kissed the scars on her skin

I still think you're beautiful

And I don't ever want to lose my best friend.

I screamed out, "God, you vulture,

Bring her back or take me with her"

Tear it down, break the barricade

I want to see what sound it makes

I hate this flavor with a passion and I fucking hate the aftertaste

How does it feel? How does it feel?

Well it feels like I'm on fire.

Wake up