Harry was sprawled out all over his bed, limbs in every direction and his face buried in his pillow; how he didn't suffocated is unknown. He was mentally and physically exhausted. He spent the majority of the previous night thinking and then crying and thinking some more about Zayn. He couldn't believe that a boy so sweet and innocent would be given such a terrible disease; he didn't want to believe it. He couldn't even imagine Zayn going through what his mother had gone through; she was always in pain even though she wouldn't say it and she could barely walk on her own. The chemo made her sick, the bald head made her insecure, and just the stress of trying to stay alive for her family pushed her over the edge. He didn't want to Zayn, his little Zayn, be in that much pain.

Harry awoke from his thought provoking dreams with a very fit Tom jumping on top of him. a loud grunt escaped from his lips as Tom laughed his head off.

"Ugh Tom, ppl-please g-get off of me," Harry pleaded breathlessly. Tom hooded but did indeed get up, straightening his suit.

"C'mon dimples you have to be at the hospital in an hour and a ha-" Tom couldn't even finish his sentence before Harry was shooting out if his bed and running to the bathroom." Tom just chuckled and walked down to his kitchen to make some breakfast.

Harry hummed along to an unknown tune while he scrubbed his hair with shampoo. The warm water hit his body making him forget about all of his previous worries. Boy he hoped that today would go well.

Day 3, hour 11. He stepped into the children's ward with a smile on his face; he would get to see Zayn again. Five hours a day simply wasn't enough time. He looked over to Zayn’s bed to see a small figure lying under the covers. He quickly walked over to him and placed his large hands on the boy's back.

"Z, Zaynie, wake up bud. It’s Harry." Harry whispered in the little boy’s ear; he didn't budge. Harry shook a little harder and Zayn’s eyes fluttered open. Zayn's small hands reached up and pulled the covers up above his head. Harry chuckled at his lazy antics. Zayn quickly went back to sleep. Harry was confused as to why the small boy was acting so tired when the day before he was so energetic and coloring and in such a great mood. Harry huffed and rubbed slow circles on Zayn’s back.

The nurse walked in and placed her hand on Harry’s shoulder.

"he just started chemo today" she said, "and he still pretty tired so after about an hour he should be back to normal," Harry nodded and the young nurse walked away. Harry took this time to look at the small boy in front of him; he was so small. Harry sighed thinking about how much Zayn’s life was about to change.

After 2 hours of Harry helping the nurses with chores, Zayn woke up and Harry was immediately by his side. When his golden brown eyes opened they were different they weren't as bright as usual. They were cloudy and sad and worst of all...scared. Zayn reached out and wrapped his little arms as tightly around Harry as he could. A tear skipped from both of their eyes; Harry's landing on Zayn’s bandana and Zayn’s landing on Harry's lap. It was a sad sight to witness. The two boys just laid there holding each other. Zayn shot up in bed and leaned over to the bucket a nurse had put next to his bed, just in case. He puked his guys out. Harry could do nothing but hold in his sobs and thin Zayn’s shaking back. Zayn say back yup when everything was out of him, tears rimmed his, now, blood shot eyes. Harry sighed and rapped Zayn in his warm embrace and rocked him until the younger lad fell back into a, hopefully, peaceful sleep.

After another hour of sleep both Harry and Zayn were up and the lunch lady was passing out lunches. Harry got his, and chicken sandwich and chips. The woman handed Zayn his sack and he reluctantly took it. He opened it and cringed.

"Look Z, it’s chicken, your favorite!" Harry said. Zayn picked up one chicken cube with his small fingers, using both hands to bring it to his mouth. He slightly nibbled on a small corner, like a mouse. He sighed, puked the chicken away from his lips and stared at it. Harry looked at the boy while stormy chewing a bite of his sandwich. He put it down and placed a hand on Zayn’s shoulder; he knew this symptom; lots of appetite. He remembered when it happens to his mother. She went from 145 to about 97 pounds during her 3 months of chemo. She got do weak, and Harry didn't want to see Zayn go through the same thing, especially Zayn was already only about 60 pounds.

"C'mon Zaynie," Harry urged, “you’ve got to eat." Zayn looked down at his chicken and picked up two pieces. He held one and gave the other to Harry.

"Only together," Zayn said quietly. Harry had tears once again threatening to fall from his eyes as a proud smile grew on his face. He nodded.

"Of course, always together. 1...2...3" with that the two ate the chicken. Zayn have Harry a smile, a weak one, but it was genuine.

They continued like that until all the chicken and chips were gone. They once again pulled out the power rangers. They had to save Mr. Potato Head from the mean Lego people; unfortunately, they had to stop for breaks a few times when Zayn’s medicine made him nauseous or dizzy.

Harry had put Zayn to bed and kissed his forehead before he left. As Harry saw Tom at the exit a nurse came up to him.

"Thank you Harry," the head nurse said.

"Thank you for being here for Zayn, he doesn't have anyone." Harry gave the woman a confused look.

"What do you mean no one?" He asked.

"Well when his parents found out he had cancer they left him. They told us they didn't be coming back and they gave up their parental rights and left forever. We haven't heard from them in months. Since Zayn is sick and so young the state I'd allowing us to keep him here for treatment." Harry gasped looking over at Zayn’s sleeping figure.

"Does he know?" He asked not looking away from Zayn.

"Yes he knows but he seems to not mind much, I don't think they treated him very well. Zayn's an orphan Harry, yet I haven't seen him smile so much like he does when you're around. Thank you so much." The woman finished and stared Harry in a hug. He was still looking at Zayn...an orphan...

He could help but repeat that word...orphan...orphan...orphan...over and over again during the car ride back to Tom's house...

Zayn is an orphan...just like Harry was...the only difference was Harry's parents didn'tchoose to leave him...

Notes

Ok, that was way sadder than I planned. I didn't mean to make it that depressing. Why am I such a horrible person??? I am like crying in my room by myself, I think my parents can hear me who knows.

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. I still don't know if I'm gonna stop at ten chapters or if I should make it longer. Maybe if i get more feedback i'll decide.

I want to make this story a little more interactive so every update I will share something that I have been obsessed with that I want you guys to check out, is that cool or nah? I don't care imma do it any way. ;)

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::OBSESSION OF THE WEEK::
My obsession of the week is Sam Smith! He is a singer, if you don't know who he is, with the most beautiful voice like ever. I love him and his music soooo much. My favorites though are Lay Me Down and Stay with Me. links are below. I really recommend that you check him out, he is truly amazing!

Lay Me Down ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgJBKU9ALa0

Stay with Me ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB-5XG-DbAA

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Bye for now
~~Lauryn~~

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