"No! No!" He dropped to the floor just like his tears dropped onto his cheeks.
It was so painful to see a dear one's world crumble down infront of your eyes and to not be able to help them.
No soothing words, no cuddles, no kisses would heal the wound that's deepening in Harry's heart at the moment.
His heart was breaking, the same when you break glass; not fixable. And I knew that soon the beautiful curls that he's grabbing tightly between his fingers would be disappearing as the hairs will fall down like the leaves when they fall off the trees in the fall season.
I approached him, hesitating whether I touch him, directly hug him or just talk without using my hands... I wasn't sure if he's mad that he'll block me out, not wanting me to see his breakdown or if he's sad that he wants my comfort and help in this crisis.
"Harry," I whispered softly, to test the waters.
He looked up, his cheeks all red and wet from the uncontrollable sobbing he was going through. There was no more light in his eyes, they were dull and dark as if he has already given up on everything.
"No, don't! Don't you dare give me that surrendering look! No, Harry, you are NOT giving up that easily...Do you hear me?! It's not the end of the world that you're sick... A lot of people got sick from it too, but they're perfectly fine now and they're living a happy life with their families so don't think that I'm gonna let you deal with this on your own. I'm with you, each step of the way, to support you and help you with anything you need. We'll get through this together okay?"
I couldn't control myself either because the tears cascaded down my cheeks as I said what I needed to say to my boyfriend. Even the mention of it's name disgusts me that I avoid saying it. I hated it for the possible chance to take away the love of my life.
"Besides, don't forget that the boys and that your family and the whole 1D fanbase are supporting you from the very first to the last moment of your therapy. And God willing, you'll get through it by therapy."
My hands were cupping his cheeks during all the time I was talking to keep his attention on me, and to make sure he was understanding what I was telling him. It made him calm down a little bit, his tears finally stopping. When I finished I planted a firm but gentle, warm, reassuring kiss to his forehead, bringing his head to my chest to hug him tight.
"I love you (Y/N) 'n I don't want to lose you. Not anytime soon. Im not ready to leave yet. I don't want you to leave me when I become bald and weak. I don't want you to get tired of me and of my constant whining and need for help. I know that it'll tire you and make you run away... I don't want that." His grip around me tightened as he continued to speak. "I want to marry you and have kids with you. And I want us to have those fights about the name of our baby... When I keep arguing that I want it to be Darcy and you just huff at me and walk away to rest with a large bump infront of you. And those where I wanna buy our baby boy the most expensive socks and shoes because they're just so tiny and too cute and then you're like 'Harry stop spending lots of money on silly shit, some people don't have a cent to buy food for their children'." He chuckled bitterly, his tears soaking the material of my blouse.
"Who said that I'm gonna get tired? or leave? Who said that you'll be ugly if you were bald? Harry, I loved you for your amazing personality, your pure as gold soul, not for your appearances. I admit, you're so beautiful that sometimes I get jealous, but this doesn't decide whether I stay or leave. Imma' stick by your side until you say I'm tired of you (Y/N) then, I'd let you go. Otherwise, I'm not leaving to anywhere, baby. I promise."
"Thank you. Thank you very much."
--|After 3 years and 5 months|--
"Hey, you! Where you goin' huh?"
I placed Darcy's bowl that had a mashed banana in it on the kitchen counter, walking close behind the crawling baby to make sure she doesn't hurt herself.
She stopped by the coffee table, as if it was her destination. The table had two layers: the top one where you put your coffee and whatever you have on it and the lower one where I put small pictures in there along with some magazines.
Her arm extended out, small fingers grabbing the side of one specific picture frame. She pulled it towards her, taking it out of the table successfully.
Loud noises escaped her mouth as she sat on her bum, the picture clutched firmly in her hands, big brown eyes examining the person in it carefully.
I smiled at the heartwarming scene infront of me, taking Darcy into my arms and resting her on my hip. I held the picture so that we both could see it clearly.
"You do miss him so much, don't you? I do too." She looked up at me then down at the photo.
"And you're such an astute little thing, aren't you?" Adorable giggles left her lips when I tickled her sides, kissing her soft temple afterwords.
I gasped loudly when I felt someone's presence right behind me. I turned around, tears already forming in my eyes.
"So you two miss me so much, huh?" He smirked, that damned dimple not failing to make my heart melt.
"Harry..." I whispered, not believing my eyes. He was finally here! After those long months of tour he's finally came back!
I was immediately engulfed with his arms, our baby girl squished between us, though she didn't seem to mind, her squeals and giggles were filling the room.
Harry laughed at his daughter's great affection towards him, taking her into the warmth of his chest and showering her head and face with kisses.
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"I swear, I didn't see you all day. That little shit took you away from me." I stated sarcastically, my hands on my hips and an amused expression on my face.
He laughed, taking off his shoes and stripping to his boxers before getting into bed. I soon followed my husband but after checking that Darcy is sound asleep and safe.
"I didn't get my proper hello from you, yet," he whispered, leaning in and capturing my lips with his.
We kissed for a good minute then pulled away. I nudged his nose with mine, smiling satisfactorily.
"I missed you," he whispered.
"I missed you more. And when I saw Darcy crawling towards your photo and babbling about it I realised how much she missed you too. She loves you so much!"
"I know. I love her even more than that, and you too." He pecked my lips again.
After a moment of peaceful silence, I decided to ask, hoping that this wouldn't trigger anything for Harry.
"Harry, do you remember a few years ago, when... You were... Diagnosed-"
"Ohh,yes I remember. It was a very awful year and a half of therapy to be honest but thank the Lord and thank you I'm here now, perfectly healthy with my perfect wife and our perfect bundle of joy." He grinned, kissing my forehead.
"Had you given up that day, Darcy wouldn't have come to this life. I would've probably gone mental without you..." He nodded.
"Thank God I had you to bring me back to my senses," he chuckled.
"No. Thank the God for the lessons he taught you through something we consider as a crisis while in fact, it's an incident with a moral behind it."
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Awful ending sorry. But it's midnight and im tired.. Merry Christmas to u guys. Love u all xoxoxoxo