**sorry this isn't a new chapter. I accidently deleted the first one and so I am reposting it, sorry to get your hopes up.**


“Zayn was a lovely boy, he was happy and bubbly, and had the best personality I have ever seen any human being have. He loved power rangers and chicken cubes; he was my little buddy, and I was his.” Harry glanced down at the small children’s coffin Zayn was laid in. He looked so peaceful. He didn’t look in pain anymore, which was a good thing. A single tear had slipped down Harry’s face as he returned to his eulogy. He chuckled to himself sadly as he read the next line of his speech.

“It has only been a week since Zayn passed and I can still hear his little giggle in my head at night or feel is warm present when I fall asleep. I still have about 400 hours to complete at the hospital and it’s just so hard.” Harry’s composure was starting to falter. Tears viciously fell down his face as his breath hitched and hiccupped. He took a few deep breaths and continued on with his speech.

“Every day when I walk into the children’s ward and see his empty bed… I-I…” his voice cracked and his hands shook with sadness. How was he going to finish without breaking down completely? Everything was still so fresh in his mind.

“E-every day when I-I see his empty bed, it breaks my heart a little more each time. I remember laying right there in that very spot with him just last week. He was s-so tired and sick, I just thought it was the side effects again…” A choked sobbed came from his moth as he started to cry harder.

“N-n-no one t-told me he was d-d-ying, or that it would be so soon. N-no one told me that I would lose the only good thing in my life. He was my world. I took care of him and he care of me more than you could ever know. He truly my best friend, no offense Tom,” Tom shot Harry a sad smile, which he returned. Harry started again.

“He taught me more about life than I could have ever imagined. He taught me how to love and how to live, most importantly, how to live happily. He showed me to not take life too seriously; that power ranger wars were fine and playing dress up was normal. He taught me to be in the moment and not worry about the day before or the day ahead of us. Zayn was my savior. That little boy saved my life in so many ways and I wish I could thank him, b-but I can’t. All I can do is try to never forget the sound of his laugh or his love chicken cubes. I wish this was a joke, I wish God had other plans, but he doesn’t; if this is what is in store for me then so be it; I will just have to live my life as would Zayn and make sure he is never forgotten again.” Harry stepped down from the podium; he walked in front of Zayn’s still body and hovered over him. He placed a soft hand on the boy’s cold cheek as a tear slipped from his eye and onto Zayn’s forehead. He gently wiped at away and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a bandana…Zayn’s bandana…He carefully unfolded it and started down at the old fabric, “You are the only star to me,” he whispered softly, so only Zayn could hear him. H wrapped the bandana around Zayn’s small head smoothly. He tied a small knot and stepped back admiring the boy. He leaned down, placed a kiss upon his forehead where the tear had landed and sighed.

“Goodbye Z, I love you so much and I will see you again…” He said as he ran out of the chapel sobbing. He ran and ran until he couldn’t run anymore. After what only seemed like 5 minutes, he had reached the children’s ward of the hospital; how he ended dup hear was a mystery. Maybe it was his body telling him that he wasn’t done today, that he had one more thing to do. He glanced over to Zayn’s old bed and something was off. The blanket was folded slightly so Harry’s side of the bed was uncovered. He smiled up to the sky knowing what he had to do. He walked slowly to the bed and rubbed the smooth covers. He carefully got into bed and made sure not to screw up Zayn’s side. He laid down and started to close his eyes when he felt something hard in the bed. He looked under Zayn’s pillow and found none other than the black power ranger. He held it tightly to his chest as he sobbed quietly until fatigue caught up to him and he fell asleep…



Harry shot up in bed sweat dripping from his head. He looked over at the clock and shot out of bed. He put his clothes on as quickly as possible and tripped many times along the way. He ran to the Hospital because he wasn’t allowed to drive yet. After about 20 minutes at a full out sprint, Harry reached the door to the children’s ward and looked inside. He saw Zayn’s small body sleeping in bed, a sigh of relief flew from his lips. A small old nurse came up behind him confused.

“Mr, Harry? Why are your here right now, It’s 4 in the morning?” She asked worriedly.

“Oh nothing I just wanted to make sure everything was fine,”

“Ok. I can assure you that everything is fine. Please go home son and get some rest. Harry obliged and slowly turned towards the exit.

He walked back to Tom’s house and laid in bed. He was happy and scared at the same time. He was happy that his dream was just a dream, but he was scared that his dream could eventually come true. He laid there thinking about everything that just happened and stared up at the ceiling until his alarm broke his thoughts. His clock read 8:30 and he sighed. He didn’t get to sleep, he was exhausted, but none of that mattered because he was going to see Zayn. He wasn’t going to waste any time.

Day 4, Hour 16…

Harry was still a little shaken up from the night before but he was trying to push that aside. At the moment he was helping some of the nurses fold sheets and pick up toys while Zayn was getting todays chemo. He walked over to Zayn’s bed to put clean sheets down when he saw his file laid out on the pillow. He looked around to see if anyone was watching or looking for it, but there was nothing, just kids playing. He sat down on the bed and carefully picked the folder up and shakily held it up to his face. He slowly read over the files trying to comprehend everything. It was so hard for him to look at; all of these big words and strange medications. Tears pricked his eyes; he couldn’t believe all of the terrible things they were pumping into his little Zayn, the side effects from his medication seemed worse than the cancer itself. He was taking Cyclophosphamide, doxorubicin, vincristine, and some prednisolone. Harry could barely pronounce them all. His chest was heavy as he read down the list of side effects, Immunosuppression and myelosuppression, Anemia, Nausea and vomiting, Secondary neoplasm, Cognitive impairment, and a crap ton of other things. Tears fell from his eyes, he slammed the folder shut with rage; how could they treat a little boy like this? He thought to himself. He jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and violently threw up into the toilet. All of this was just too overwhelming.


Zayn hobbled into the room with the saddest expression on his face. He was holding the nurse’s hand so weakly it hurt to watch. His steps were slow and choppy; he had tear stains along his cheeks and his eyes were red and puffy. Harry walked over to him and got one knee wrapping his arms around Zayn’s skinny body; Zayn started sobbing, his tears soaked Harry’s shirt. Harry just let the small boy cry on his shoulder.
After about 20 minutes Harry heard the worst possible words leave Zayn’s lips.



“Hawwy… I’m scared…”

Notes

Ok, that was really really really sad . I didn't mean to make it that depressing. I am like crying in my room by myself.

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 still Sam Smith! He is just so amazing and this week I am obssesed with his Stripped version of Mak It To Me. It is so beautiful and soft; I just wish I had a boyfriend to cuddle with while listening to it. The link is below. What are you obbsessed with this week and how are you liking this story?

Make It To Me (stripped) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULPDq02zavs

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Bye for now
~~Lauryn~~

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