Lying on the bed before me was my once independent father. My hand came up to my mouth as I let go of harry and walked towards my father. His heart beat was regular as the machine indicated in continuous beats. Both of my hands found their way to my mouth as tears began to stream onto my cheeks. My father was cut and bruised; his arms were wrapped up, his chest holding a burn. I turned to harry who was giving me a sympathetic look; he walked to me and held me in his arms. I was panting, the emotions taking complete control over me. Harry rubbed my back as he lent down to my height, he held me tighter. No one else was in the room, I assume my mother had left but I hoped that she would come back. I didn’t want to let go of harry, now that my father was dying I needed someone to hold onto. I was hoping it would be harry. I eventually pulled out of the hug and pulled two chairs beside my father’s bed. Harry and I sat down and quietly talked, I guess he was trying to get my mind off the situation I was currently in. it had been two hours of sitting in the room with my seemingly lifeless father, harry had tried to convince me to eat a couple of times already, but I had refused his proposal. I was about to tell harry we should go, as I had given up hope on my father waking up. “I think it’s time we left.” I said looking down at my hands. I was about to get up when a light moan was sounded from my father. I quickly turned towards him, it took him a minute to open his eyes, but when he did he looked directly at me. “Amy?” he weakly asked. I nodded my head taking his hand in mine. “hi daddy.” I said as tears began to enter my eyes. “how are you feeling?” I asked “I’m okay.” He said nodding his head slightly; I knew he was in pain you could tell by his injuries. “I want you to meet someone, dad.” I said looking at harry. “this is harry, my boyfriend.” I continued. “Hello Harry.” My father said, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Harry said nodding his head. I was upset; I didn’t want them to meet this way. “harry is a really good guy dad.” I said trying to convince him. “do you need anything?” I asked after clearing my throat. “I’m okay.” He said nodding his head. I sat there in silence for a few minutes, we all did. I needed to use the rest room. I excused myself and walked out the door and down the hall.

HARRY’S P.O.V

Amy excused herself to the rest room, leaving her father and I in the room. He looked up at me and began to speak. “You look like a good guy, Harry.” He said. “Thank you.” I replied smiling slightly. “I need a favor.” He said “I need you to take care of her.” He continued. I nodded my head; he really needed me to be there for amy. “I know I won’t live my organs are shutting down, Harry. And I need someone to take care of amy, to protect her.” I nodded my head “I will, Sir.” I said nodding my head. Amy meant a lot to me, even though out relationship has only just begun, she meant the world to me. I was going to take care of her.

AMY’S P.O.V

I quickly used the rest room and made my way out. I really hope my father had taken a liking to harry; I would be hurt if he didn’t. I walked back into the room and saw the two having a conversation; I smiled and walked back to them. “so amy, how’s england?” my father asked. I nodded my head before answering “it’s really nice actually I’m really enjoying it.” I smiled. We continued to talk until it got late and harry and I had to leave. I really didn’t want to leave, but the doctors had forced us. “I love you daddy.” I said hugging him gently. I began to cry as he softly wrapped his casted arms around me. He rubbed my back lightly before I let go. “I’m going to call for a cab, Love.” Harry said. I nodded as he walked into the hall. I looked down at my dad and wiped my tears, “it’s okay pumpkin.” He said trying to convince me that things would turn up. But he and I both knew it wasn’t okay. He was dying. I nodded my head before kissing his cheek. “you stay with this harry boy for a long time, okay?” he said. “daddy I think he’s the one.” Harry and I had been together for a short period of time, but the feeling I got when I was with him was unexplainable. Harry gave me a certain security that I had never felt before. He made me very happy. “I think he is too.” My father replied. I wanted to cry, but not in front of him. “love” harry called from the door. I turned to face him “the cab is here.” He said. I nodded my head before kissing my father’s cheek again “I love you so much, Daddy.” I said “I love you more.” He said smiling. I nodded my head before waving and walking out. As soon as I made it out the door I began to cry. “I know, I know.” Harry said grabbing my shoulder and bringing me into him as we continued to walk. I shook my head “he’s dying harry, he’s dying.” I cried into him. He took me into a corner in attempt to calm me down, attempt to comfort me. “don’t cry, baby. Please don’t cry.” He said wiping the tears from my eyes. Harry looked like he was going to cry. “maybe he’ll pull through, he’s strong Amy.” He insisted. I nodded my head looking down, “I love you.” He said to me. It wasn’t like the other times he’s said it to me, this time it felt real. “so much.” He continued. I looked up at him, even in this situation looking into his eyes never failed to bring a smile to my face. “I love you too.” I said. He moved forward and took my in his arms, I wrapped my smaller ones around his neck. “we need to go love, I booked a hotel room, the cab is outside already.” He said into my neck. I hummed in response before letting go and intertwining our fingers. We walked to the front of the hospital, where paparazzi were awaiting us. I sighed before we both walked out, I kept my head down as harry and I quickly walked to the cab. The driver opened the door for us, then slamming it behind us. We got settled as the driver began his route to the hotel. I brought my knees up to my chest, and rested my head on the window of the car. “harry.” I quietly spoke. He looked at me. I turned my head to face him. “you can leave in a few days if you need to do stuff for the band, I’ll be okay here.” I insisted. I didn’t want harry to waste time here in canada with me, he had things to do. Harry shook his head “I’m staying until we both leave.” He said adding emphasis on the ‘both’. I sighed “you don’t need to harry it’s okay.” I said sitting up and bringing my hand to his cheek. He leaned his head onto my hand more, making me smile at him. “I’m staying.” He said. “that’s final.” I sighed and nodded. Our car ride to the hotel consisted of my playing with harry’s curls, and harry taking my long hair to his face, creating mustaches. We were a very mature couple.

**

We finally pulled up to the hotel and got out. Thankfully, no paparazzi. Harry paid the taxi driver before walking to me and holding my hand. We both walked into the hotel and harry made his way to the front desk and got the key. We were told out bags were already in the room for us, which was a good thing because my bag was very heavy. We got into the elevator and harry decided he wanted to freak me out. He pressed out floor number, which was 11. I stood in silence before harry began jumping. “stop harry.” I said. He continued. “harry really stop.” I said laughing. He continued to jump, and for what reason? I didn’t even want to know. The elevator made a loud banging noise as harry did his final, and strongest jump. I gasped in fear before grabbing onto harry. He laughed at my reaction, like always before apologizing. “sorry, babe.” He said smiling at me. “we nearly died!” I yelled. “oh dear I am so so sorry.” He said shaking his head as he cupped my face in his hands. “you’re a jerk, Styles.” I said smiling at him. Our little elevator ride ended as we came to our floor, and we walked off and to our room. Harry unlocked the door and I ran in and collapsed onto the bed. Harry shut and locked the door before making his way to me. “are you tired, love?” he asked me. I moaned as a response as I couldn’t be bothered to answer properly. “I’m sure you’ll be uncomfortable sleeping in combat boots and jeans.” Harry said poking at my sides. I sighed as I got up and walked to my bag, getting out the face wash, a long t-shirt, and some yoga pants. I walked into the bathroom and changed after quickly taking off my makeup. I walked out and found harry in sweat pants, topless. “are you ready love?” he asked. I nodded my head before climbing into bed with harry. He went to turn off the light but I stopped him “no don’t!” I insisted. He laughed “why not?” he asked me. “I’m scared of the dark.” I frowned. He let out an ‘aww’ before removing his hand from the lamp on the bed side table. “I’ll protect you” he said while putting a strand on my hair behind my ear. “I love you.” I said. He smiled “I love you more.” He said before kissing my nose. “go to sleep, love.” He said to me before grabbing me and holding my close to him. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, forgetting completely about my father’s situation. I was at ease.

**

I woke up to my phone going off on the bed side table. Harry let out a deep moan before burying his head into the pillow. I tiredly leant over harry grabbing my phone, before collapsing on top of him as I answered. “hello?” I sleepily said as I shut my eyes, about to fall asleep. “Amy.” My mother spoke on the other end, she sounded like she had been crying, and this couldn’t be a good sign. I sat up before answering her “what happened?” I said into the phone with a worried tone. Harry turned over and watched me as my mother began to talk. “your father amy, he’s-“ she said before choking on the last part. My hand rose up to my mouth as tears found their way into my eyes “he’s passed away.” She finished. I began to cry, not like the other times, this time I cried softly. Harry sat up and lifted the covers from my kneeling body. He picked me up and brought my onto his lap. My legs wrapped around his torso as he held me tightly to his body, there were no gaps between us. My hand was still holding the phone to my ear as my mother cried on the other end of the phone. “the funeral will be in one day.” She said. I couldn’t talk so I gave my phone to harry. “hello?” he said before getting the information off my mom for the funeral. He finished with talking to her and hung up. Dropping my phone onto the bed on a space beside me.  “babe don’t cry.” He said rubbing circles into my back. My hands were pressed to his back as I held him tightly, tears soaking his shoulder. “shhh.” He sounded gently as he rubbed my back. Memories of my father flooded into my mind as I began to pant out breaths. I remembered every detail of his tall muscular figure, his laugh, his comforting actions, I began to remember everything. Harry had never been more fragile to me. Now that I’ve lost my father harry became more important than before. My hands found their way the nape of his neck, holding him closely to me. “I love you.” I said into his neck my tears now fading. Harry began to comb through my hair with his fingers “I love you more.” He said. These words made me calm down slightly, making me realize my true love for this boy. I pulled away and looked at his green eyes, his beautiful green eyes. “please don’t cry, beautiful.” He pleaded. Tears still escaping my eyes, “it’s not fair” I said shaking my head. My eyes closed tightly as more tears threatened to fall. “baby I know.” He said stroking my cheek. “he’s better now.” He assured me. I didn’t want to fall back into the depressed state I knew all too well, harry must have been afraid of me doing such a thing. He took my left, more scarred hard into his grip, throwing me off guard. “don’t do this again.” He said. “this is no escape.” He said before kissing my forehead. “I care for you very much babe, I don’t want you to be this way, ever.” he said stroking my scars. I nodded in response. I needed harry to keep me sane.

(A/N PROMISING THE CHAPTERS GET WAY BETTER! X)