Mrs. Archer felt relieved that Harry never asks her why she is at the hospital; she knows the reason was most probably because he is so deep in his own problems to ask about hers.

After their chat over tea, they parted ways. One to visit someone who was already gone, another to pray for someone to stay a little bit longer.

Every time Harry goes to the little church they have at the hospital, he felt like a stranger, like he didn't belong there after so many years, it scared him so much. He wonders what if his prayers won't matter to the big guy? What if God won't listen to him because he has been ignorant of everything related to religion for so long?

Still, he didn't know what else he could do, so he walked to the church, sat on one of the benches closest to the door, because deep down he felt like isn't welcome inside, "it's me, again," he closed his eyes, "I know, I know I was not the best I could be, I know I've ignored you, but you can't ignore me," he sniffed, "not now," he tugged on his hair angrily "not when you know I won't survive without him!" he was saving all of his love, his happiness for one person, he saved all of his joy for him, but now at the end, Zayn was gonna leave, one way or another.

At least that's how Harry felt.

He remembered the day Zayn reminded him how only death would do them part, and now Harry knew he couldn't even let death come between them.

He wanted out of this roller-coaster his life has become.

After months of watching her son sleep peacefully, she had the courage to take his hand, "show me a sign baby," she whispered with tears in her eyes, "show me you are coming back to me, mama misses you so much baby,"

Nothing. She kept staring at him, praying for a sign, a blink of hope, though, It's been a long time since the doctors told her that her baby, Oliver, is gone, "I'll save you baby, I promise," she kissed his hand and left the room, she decided she needs a long ride around the town. she took her car and drove, no destination in mind, it has always helped her clear her mind.

When she returns, it's around 7 in the morning. the second she steps inside the hospital, she knew she needs to make sure of some things, she intends to see doctor Horan.

She found the doctor in his office, she knocks and walks in, when she hears the affirmation "I need to speak with you," she looked awful, all night she was awake and going throw different scenarios in her head, how she could be the reason for two people dying, and how she could prevent that if she wants to.

"oh, hi Mrs. Archer, how can I help you?"

"I need to see Zayn styles."

For the doctor, it was a big sign of victory, "you'll need to talk to ask his husband-"

"you don't understand! I need to see him! He is running out of time!"

The doctor didn't know which one of them she was talking about, her son or Zayn? , he was risking his career here, he could lose his job over this, he thought about it, "follow me," he said. if he could save someone's life here, it was worth the risk.

After getting ready and changing their clothing, they walked in together, and the first thing that came to her mind was how young the boy is, "how- how old is he?" she asked still too afraid to get close to Zayn, he looked like fine china, like he would break if she even breathed too loud around him.

"32, one year younger than Oliver," the doctor whispered, closely observing her, making sure nothing goes wrong.

She put a hand on her mouth, tears threatening to run down her cheeks, doctor Horan continued, "he was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy, heart failure, about 10 years ago,"

Just to add a bit of more drama to it, "apparently he never had enough money to even get a proper treatment, he only used pain killers to shut down the pain,"

The doctor was 'reading' through Zayn's files as he continued, "he's been married for a couple of months, he never told Harry though,"

"I believe you remember Harry right?" he asked. As if he wasn't the reason they met in the first place.

Before the doctor can dust more salt on her wound, "what are the risks?"

"Pardon?"

"if I accept the donation for him, what are the risks? Could he not survive the surgery?" as cruel as it might sound, she didn't want her son's heart to go to waste, she needed to make sure both can survive it, she wanted his heart to beat again, to be alive again.

"every surgery has its own risks, a lot of things could go wrong, but, Oliver's blood is compatible with Zayn's and he is healthy and if his body can accept the new heart, nothing would go wrong."

"can I have some time alone with him?" she asked after nodding, showing that she understood what he said. she didn't even know what she was supposed to say when the doctor gave her the privacy she asked for.

She was holding her breath as she took small steps towards the boy, he looked calm, like her son, "you have to promise me you'll take care of his heart," she mumbled as her tears finally dropped down on her face, "promise me you'll be gentle, my Oliver was a good boy, you gotta be good for him."

Keeping quiet for some time, she took everything in, how this boy was gonna be her son too, that her Oliver gonna live again because of this boy.

"you are so pretty," she had a small smile on her face as she played with Zayn's hair a little, "his heart gonna suit you so much."

After she left the room, she felt relieved, like a huge weight was taken off her shoulders, telling the doctor felt even better, he thanked her, "do you want to tell Harry yourself? Or should I?"

"I'll do it." She smiled, she felt so close to Harry suddenly, she is gonna have a son in law!

Finding Harry wasn't that hard, just asking around for a tall, curly guy who was stuck in the hospital with his husband.

He was a big deal around the building.

Finally, she found him in the small church, doing nothing, staring right ahead of him, well it looked like nothing from behind, when she sat next to him was when she saw the silent stream of tears, he looked defeated like he had given up. "hey Harry," she said with a hushed voice, almost as if she was any louder she would've hurt him.

"oh, hi," he tried to smile, whipping his tears, "can I help you?" honestly, he wanted to cry in peace, to think alone, what's gonna be the next step after this?

"I have good news," she smiled back at him, eyes a bit wet with new tears, "damn, these days even good news make me wanna cry!" she tried to joke.

All Harry could think about was how even winning millions of dollars couldn't make him happy at this point, "good news?" he completely turned his body to face her.

"well, your Zayn will be ok, he's gonna get a new heart," she smiled at him, she didn't have the heart to tell him how her son is going to be the donor, not now at least.

He stared at her, "wh- what?" he couldn't blink, he couldn't believe what he just heard, he was getting ready for the worst, he was getting ready to go with him, now this? "he is gonna be just fine, they just have to prepare him for surg-" what she didn't notice was that Harry was not moving a single muscle, "Harry?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but he was frozen, her words were ringing inside his head, "Harry, calm down, honey, it'll be ok," she tried to get his attention by cupping his head in her hands, "breath with me," she took a deep breath too for Harry to mimic her.

It wasn't working.

she laid him on the bench, then she sat on the ground next to him, she played with his hair as she kept reminding him to breathe, "he is gonna be just fine, you are gonna be together forever,"

it was like at that moment, it just clicked for Harry, he started crying, full-on sobbing, he hugged his knees to his chest as he let go of his emotions.

Mrs. Archer took a deep breath of success, then she sat on the bench, slowly putting Harry's head on her lap, Harry didn't notice much of it, but the warmth, the composure, got him to calm down so much that he fell asleep right there.

As she brushed through Harry's curly hair, there was one thing going on in her head, she smiled, why?

Cause she saved all three of them.

What could ever be better than that?

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hey babies!!!!!!

more than 90 votes over last chapter, what have i done to deserve you guys? like i feel like i can't write something to come up to your expectations.

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idk i feel like it wasn't good, ugh.

any how thanks zarrenix for helping me to edit this.

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