Visiting Hours

Harry walked hurriedly through the stark, white hallways. It was day 2, hour 6 and he just needed to see Zayn. The face he had last night when he left broke Harry’s heart. He didn’t think he would get attached to any of the kids, but somehow Zayn has snuck his way into his heart. Harry’s steps got quicker and quicker and they spread further when he saw the dim light coming for the small window connecting the children’s ward to this very narrow hallway. Tom was way at the beginning of the hallway not caring how quickly he got down there, he just smiled at how eager his younger friend was. He silently laughed to himself.

Harry reached the door and grasped the handle in his, now, sweaty hand. He twisted it, earning a not so pleasant squeak to occur as he stepped into the room. He looked over to where him Zayn were playing yesterday and didn’t see the raven haired boy; his face grew in confusion. He looked over to Zayn’s bed and saw nothing but rumpled sheets and his own black power ranger sticking out from underneath the pillow. As he was in a Hospital, Harry began to think the worst. Did Zayn…you know... die? He ran around the room looking for him in every possible corner and hiding spot but still found nothing. All the other kids were completely unfazed by Harry’s actions, they just continued to color and build with their blocks. Harry stood still in the middle of the room scared to death. Did he already loose the boy he had become so close to? The only person that has been able to make him really smile? Tears started falling down his face as he thought about all the possibilities. His emotions took him over and he was a sobbing mess. He covered his face with his large hands and cried into them. His breath quickened and became uneven, and sweat started to grown his brow. Some children stared at the tall man acting like a baby and other continued to be unfazed.

Out of the blue Harry felt two small arms wrap around his legs. He gasped and immediately turned around. A boy with a hat covering his head was standing below him, crying as well, and hugging his legs. Harry knelt down, to see who it was, and it was none other than Zayn. He dropped down on his knees and scooped the small boy into his arms. Zayn cried onto Harry’s shoulder and Harry cried on Zayn’s. They sat there, Zayn in Harry’s lap, until the crying faded into muffled whimpers. Harry pulled away from the younger boy and stood up. He grabbed Zayn once more and carried him to his bed and sat him down, sitting down right next tom him as well. Harry wiped the tears from Zayn's face.

“Why were you crying Z?” Harry asked quietly. Zayn hesitated and pulled of his hat… His raven hair was gone. Harry just stared in shock at Zayn’s newly bald head; there was absolutely nothing there. Harry engulfed Zayn in a huge hug to try and comfort the small boy.

“Mean lady took my hair,” he said solemnly.

“She says she no give back, ever” Zayn said, starting to cry again.

“She say I start my medicine and I can’t have hair. She says it make my Ouchy better. Harry just looked at the boy in shock. He knew exactly what Zayn was talking about, Chemo therapy… Zayn had cancer… Harry’s face grew grim, that was the evil disease that took his mother. He held Zayn close to his chest and refused to let go. He cried as quietly as possible, not wanting to frighten the 5 year old.

“Will my hair come back Hawwy?” Zayn asked innocently. Harry sighed. He wanted to change the subject. He reached around his head and untied the not in his bandana. He looked at it with sad eyes. His father gave him this bandana, he never took it off. The old piece of fabric was a bluish grey color with stars on it. “You are the only star to me,” were the words Harry’s dad said to him while giving him the cloth for his 6th birthday. Harry rubbed his fingers over the material before placing it around Zayn’s small head. He tied a knot in the back to secure it in place. He smiled looking at the boy; he looked so much like he did when he had received this gift for the first time.

“Now you can have cool blue hair,” Harry said with a sad smile. Zayn exploded with happiness. He reached up and felt his now covered head. He jumped up and gave Harry the biggest hug with all the strength his little arms could muster.

Tom just leaned against the wall on the other side of the room watching in awe. He couldn’t believe his eye. He smiled, turned and left, giving the two boys their time.

Harry saw the black power ranger once again sticking out from other the pillow.
He grabbed in his hand and looked at it.

“Would you like to be the black one today Z?” Harry asked holding it out for the boy to take. He just shook his head.

“No?” Harry asked confused.

“You black power ranger always, but we no play that game now.” Zayn said strongly. Harry just gestured for him to go ahead. Zayn jumped down form the bed and walked over to the art corner. He grabbed a sketch book and some crayons. He jumped back on the bed and sat legs crossed with the art supplies in his lap. He smiled up at Harry. He bounced up and down excitedly.

“Now we color.” Zayn smiled. Harry smiled down once again at the eager boy and grabbed a crayon.

“No!” Zayn shouted “Wrong color,” he said. Harry just put the crayon back and picked up a purple one. Zayn shook his head again. This continued for about 3 minutes until Harry grabbed the black crayon. He was confused but gave in to Zayn anyway. Zayn eagerly started drawing on the paper. Harry couldn’t really tell what it was but was excited none the less. Zayn had his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth like when he was trying to tell Harry how old he was. He scribbled and drew on about every inch of the paper.

After a long 30 minutes filled with many color changes and tongue biting, on Zayn’s part, the picture was finished, Harry didn’t help one bit. Zayn ripped the paper from the sketch book and held it up for Harry to see. It was a big brown blob. With all the colors he had used, Zayn drew a big blown, lop-sided circle. Harry looked at it with confusion.

“What is this Z?” Harry asked grabbing the picture to take a closer look.
“This what mean lady says inside me…” Harry froze. I looked at Zayn with sad eyes.

Zayn smiled up at Harry, “Like it?” Zayn asked innocently. Harry sighed not knowing what to say.

“I… I um I love it Z, but how about we draw something else?” He asked. Zayn shrugged not getting Harry’s tone.

Zayn picked up a yellow crayon and started drawing a sun, well what is supposed be a sun… maybe. Harry picked up Zayn’s first picture once more and sighed. He was glad Zayn was so innocent; he wasn’t affected by any of this, not like Harry. Harry just feared for the day the chemo started getting unbearable and he became sicker, because when it happened to his mom he didn’t handle it very well.

Notes

Noooo!!!!!!!!! Zaynie has Cancer!!! and he lost his hair!!! and he's starting chemo!!!. I'm crying everywhere right now! Why am I such a horrible person???

So what do you think? Please leave comments below with feedback and just random things. I really hope everyone likes this story so far and want me to continue.

Sorry it's been a while I was grounded for not cleaning my room, parents kind of suck sometimes.

Bye for now
~~Lauryn~~

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