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After sleeping peacefully throughout the morning, and into the afternoon, I felt at peace. Although my belly thought otherwise, it grumbled letting me know that I haven’t eaten properly in weeks. Slipping on my comfy slippers, I walked lazily to the bathroom to clean my face before heading back into the kitchen.

An echo of a bell ringing played in my ears as my head shot up to wonder who would be at my door. I huff out, regretting making amends with all of them last night due to the fact that my time alone would be disrupted, like so. Twisting the two locks, I tugged the door open, and in barged in the last person I would want at my front door, let along my apartment. Infamous Harry Styles.

“Well, hello, you may come in, to you too. What are you doing here?” I questioned, angrily closing the door after he barged in.

“What the fuck is this shit” He holds up crinkled pieces of papers, demanding an answer by his harsh tone. Shit. I disregard his question, and walk into the kitchen pouring myself a glass of hot water for tea. Dipping the bag continuously in the hot water, I looked up to find Harry still standing at the doorway...fuming.

“Harry you know what that is. I simply thought it was best we went our separate ways. I would’ve thought you understood that.” I reply smoothly, whilst pouring some sugar into my tea.

Harry’s laughter filled my ears, and I stopped stirring momentarily to comprehend why he would be laughing.

“You hand wrote 4 pages and expect me not to come over here and ask you what the fuck it was for. One, you degraded Madison. Two, you can’t stay away from me. Our friends are friends, how did you expect to get away from that. Three, why couldn’t you say this to my face. Is that too hard for you?” He barked, and you could’ve sworn if it were possible there would be steam coming out of his ears and nose.

“We both know that I could never say this to you in person. Why? You should know. If I could barely speak to you at the café, what makes you think saying all of that would be any easier. And for your information Harry, I never gave two shits about Madison. She’s a fame hungry, gold digging whore, and I wouldn’t care if she were here right now. I would still say it. Lastly, Harry! You really want to know how I would get away from you?” I yelled back, and I could tell we were both furious. His hand were balled in fists, and my hand was clenched tightly are the teacup.

“Don’t you ever talk about Madison. You’re just fucking jealous of her, and YES Lia. I would love to fucking know how you would get away from me? Do enlighten me.” He laughed, and I stormed in the room grabbing the papers that confirmed my stay InsitutGustaveRoussy in Paris, France. Storming back in, the tea splashed lightly on my feet causing me to jump back at the hot liquid spillage, but I continued to storm back into the kitchen.

“ONE MORE TIME. I will never accept Madison, you fucking cheated on me with her, so of fucking course. Difference is. I WAS jealous of her, I then realized there’s nothing to be fucking jealous of. OH AND HERE” I shouted back, slamming my confirmation papers in his chest for next month at the institute. His hands grabbing a hold of the papers, his eyes grazed over the words, and grazed over it again before looking up at me.

“What the fuck is this shit!” He shouted at me, causing the tea cup that once was nestled in my hands to shatter due to my tight grip on it. The two big pieces of the cup lodged into my skin. Wincing at the blood, and deep cuts, I run over to the sink, and start running water over the cut, but was cut off by two big hands lifting me up onto the counter.

“Washing it won’t help. You need to take out the pieces.” He warned, pulling both of the pieces out gently, and washing my hands under the water.

“Where is your first aid kit.”

“Under the sink in the bathroom. Down the hall to the left.” I stated, staring down at my cut up hand. I always get myself hurt around him.

“You’re always getting hurt around me.” Harry states, wrapping up the wounds with a big gauze, and taping it with medical tape.

I simply shake my head as I shift uncomfortably on the counter. Looking back over at Harry I see that his hands found the paper that I practically threw at him. Scanning over the words, the pieces didn’t quite add up. By the looks of his face, and how his brows furrowed, I knew the paper didn’t make much sense.

“This is how you were going to get away from me? Staying at a goddamn resort or whatever the hell this is. You can’t stay in there forever. You’ll come back” He reassured himself, but in reality he didn’t understand the truth behind the reservation.

“You don’t get it do you?” I questioned, and he scoffed.

“Is this some sort of joke to you? Are you trying to pull something, to make me feel bad for you?” He smiled deviously, and I couldn’t help but choke up on the few tears that managed to escape.

“I’M NOT PULLING ANYTHING HARRY. I HAVE FUCKING CANCER” I screamed out at him, and immediately clamped my hand over my mouth regretting that I just spilt out my best kept secret. His smirk dropped, and his face paled as he reread over the paper, and my last words.

“W-what? No. No. No.” He paced around frantically before storming back over to the counter that I sat on. His nose merely inches away from mine, he waited a few minutes before speaking up.

“Tell me it’s true. Tell me you’re not lying.” He begged, and tears trickled down my cheek, as I tried to regain myself in front of him.

“I-It’s true.” I mutter, and he pushed my chin up with his forefinger, so that my gaze was no longer fixed on the floor, but onto him.

“How long.” He demands, and I shut my eyes for a few seconds trying to mask my emotions up. This was not what I wanted. I had kept this secret so well hidden, that not even my own family knew. Bowing my head in shame, I took a deep breath before attempting to look at him again.

“2 years”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU DO TREATMENT. YOU…YOU…YOU DIDN’T EVEN TELL ME! WE DATED. I…I LOVED YOU.” He roared, and I jumped back, pushing myself further onto the counter behind me. He stood in between my legs as they dangled off the counter, completely furious. What I told him couldn’t be taken back, or fixed. The only thing I could do was coax him and that’s exactly what I did. My hand reached up to slowly caress his cheek.

His eyes squeezing shut at my touch, he quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. I didn’t know how long I stayed in his embrace, but it was comforting. Our heartbeats in sync, he pulled back slightly resting his forehead on mine.

“You can’t leave me.” He whispered

“You’ll be okay without me Harry, I promise.”

“No, I need you. I need you” His voice cracked, and my eyes shot to his, as tears flowed down his cheeks. Quickly swiping them away, I couldn’t help but realize he was breaking down right in front of me. And with that realization I began to cry too.

“No, Harry. You’ll be okay. You’ll live your life, and have the time of your life. You’ll settle down, and have beautiful kids. Even if it’s with Madison, I’ll accept that. I will, just promise me that you’ll live your life to the fullest for me. Okay?” I smiled lightly, although the pain of telling him to move on hurt far more than the cancer.

“I can’t promise you that. No. No. We…we w-were meant to be together. I-I don’t want anyone else but you. We were meant to g-grow old together. You can’t leave me, I love you.” He sobbed, hiccupping frequently.

Cupping his face in my hands, I pecked his forehead before looking at him straight in the eyes. “If you love me, you’ll promise me too. For me.” I begged, and he simply nodded his head. Pulling him into the crook of my neck, he sniffled here, and there, but we stayed rather silent.

After our few moments together, he picked his head up, and simply stared at me. His puffy, red eyes, scanned over my face, before doing the unthinkable. He lowered his lips onto mine, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, we kissed passionately for a few minutes, until I realized that it wasn’t right. I pushed lightly at his chest, before mumbling “You’re dating Madison.”

“We were meant to be together Lia.” He whispered peering up at me.

“We were.” I whispered back.

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Notes

**Author Note**

SOO...this obviously isn't a filler, this is the chapter most of you have been waiting for. (My drama isn't up yet though) There still is plenty more to come from Surely Love and the Liarry love triangle.

Please let me know your thoughts on the story, and let me know what you want to happen next? Even if it's info on the characters. LIKE for example Lia has Hodgkins Lymphoma.

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