I've held it together fairly well over this last week. Putting on fake smiles, spending all of my time with Mills and working more at the shop to take my mind off of things. But inside I'm still torn, I'm still breaking, but I don't want Millie to be upset. She is my everything and I'll do anything for her. Harry has been around a few times to pick her up and spend some time with her but he stayed in his car and I stayed in the house. I can't see him just yet, I know I'll be able to in time, but for now I just need some space.

It's Saturday, and after a hectic week in work, I'm glad. Me and Millie decided to have a day dedicated to painting - she wanted some new pictures to put up in her room and I was quite happy to help. I love spending time with Millie, she never fails to make me crack a smile. We had been out earlier to buy some coloured pencils, coloured card, glue, sequins, felt tips, new brushes and of course some paint, so we were all ready for our painting day.

I watch as Mills takes an A3 sheet of white card and places it on her small easel whilst I get her paint pallet ready. "I don't know what to draw Faith." she tells me, her hand pressed firmly on her mouth in contemplation as she thought.

"Draw something beautiful or something you wish to happen in the future or draw something that you've wanted so much but never got." I smile, thinking of different things she could do. Her eyes sparkle and she nods, quickly picking up her paintbrush with an idea. "Wait," I pause, taking it from her, "put this on first, and why don't you do it in pencil so if you make a mistake you can just rub it out? You can paint it when you're happy with the drawing." I smile, placing a pink apron over her so her clothes don't get dirty.

"Okay, but you're not allowed to see it until its finished." she glares playfully at me, turning the easel away from my view.

"Fine, but that means you can't see my drawing." I pull my tongue at her and watch her small lips turn upwards into a smile and start to giggle. God I love this little girl!

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After an hour and a half of occasional chit-chat, two apple juices and a big bag of sweets, me and Mills have finally finished our drawings. I decide to show her mine first, I have drawn a picture of the beach, a landscape with boats and the sunset, and wave crashing against the shore. She smiles as she looks at it, "What do you think?" I ask her, raising my eyebrows.

She shrugs playfully, "It's good, but mines better!" she cheers.

I roll my eyes with a smile, "come on then, let's see it." she swivels the painting around so I can see. What I find makes my jaw drop and I have to ask to clarify. "What is it Mills?" I gulp, my eyes soft as I stare at the image.

"It's me, you, Harry and a puppy." she smiles simply, as if it were obvious. "I drew something beautiful," she points to what looks like myself in the picture, "something I wanted to happen in the future," she then circles me and Harry, we look like we're getting married - the long white wedding dress and Harry's suit giving it away - "and something that I really wanted but never got." she points lastly to the puppy.

I nod at her words, my eyes never leaving the painting. Me and Harry were stood next to each other in our wedding attire, whilst Mills was crouched in front of us playing with the puppy. I inhale a large intake of breath, trying to prevent myself from crying. "It's beautiful Mills." I grin sadly at her, walking closer to the picture and noticing mine and Harry's dimples. "you even got our dimples." I point, chuckling slightly.

"Yeah," she smiles in return at my acknowledgement, "I love your dimples, they make me happy!" she pokes my cheeks in the place where my dimples would be and I smile at her sweet gesture, my dimples exposing themselves in the process.

"And I love you." I bring her into a bone crushing hug not wanting to ever let her go. My phone brakes us from our hug, I walk straight over to it and pick it up making sure not to get any paint on it. "Hello?" I ask into the phone.

"Hey Faith it's Zayn." he speaks lowly into the phone.

"Hey Zayn. Everything okay?" I ask him, not really sure why he is calling me.

"Not really. Harry was taken into hospital last night because he couldn't stop throwing up, they are keeping him there for tests." Zayn answers bluntly. I feel my heart drop and I start to panic internally, what if he's critically ill and all I've done is be mad at him? What if I never see him again and my last memory of him was telling him to leave me alone?

"We're on our way now."

---{Harry's POV}---

My head is pounding and my stomach is aching after all the times I've thrown up today. I hardly slept last night, and when I did, I was sat beside the toilet knowing I'd be using it sooner or later to empty my stomach contents. I had an awful night and as soon as Liam found me lay on the bathroom floor he took me straight to the hospital.

After I left Faith's yesterday I went straight to Liam's knowing that all the lads where there, we ended up staying the night ready for work today, but I obviously couldn't go with them.

Which annoys me, I hate leaving the lads and I also hate letting the fans down.

I lie in my hospital bed, slowly opening my eyes to see Faith asleep on the small couch opposite my bed. I sigh and let out a small smile, happy that she is here with me even if she is asleep. I feel a stir next to me and glance down to see Millie's blue eyes staring back at me, I smile as I find her grasping onto a large piece of paper. "Hey baby girl." I say, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closely into my side.

"How're you feeling Harry?" she gently asks, leaning her head on my chest as she scans the paper.

"Much better now that you're here," I smile and kiss her forehead before continuing, "what's this?" I ask pointing to the item in her hands.

"A painting I made. I want you to have it because you're sick, you can put it in your house." she smiles, handing the painting to me. I grasp it and take a closer look, it is me and Faith stood next to each other on our wedding day, with Millie crouched down stroking a puppy.

"What's the puppy's name?" I ask pointing to the small dog drawn at the bottom.

"Pip." she smiles at the picture. It reminds me of when me and Faith were sat in the park and she told me that she wanted a puppy called Pip.

"Would you like a puppy?" I question her, looking down at her and tightening my grip around her tiny body. She just nods enthusiastically, "well Christmas is in two months. Maybe if you wish really really hard, then Santa might get you one." I wink at her making a small and cute chuckle leave her mouth, I look up to see Faith smiling slightly at the two of us together.

"Hey buddy, how ya doing?" I hear an Irish accent and my head immediately turns to it, seeing the rest of the lads walk through the door.

"I'm doing a lot better. I still haven't heard anything from the doctors yet though." the lads nod understandingly.

"Well Zayn, why don't you take Millie to get something to eat, Niall and Lou can call Anne and tell her he's fine and I'll go and see what's happening with your results." Liam smiles knowingly, all of the lads knew that Faith and I needed to talk, and I'm grateful for them all doing this.

"Come on Mills." Zayn starts, picking her up, placing her on his hip and then following the rest of the lads out of the room, leaving me and Faith alone. After a few moments of pure silence she slowly stands up, making her way over to my bed and perching herself on the side of it.

I am surprised by her actions but I don't care. She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it tightly, I miss this. I miss the feel of her skin against mine, I miss her warm touch and the way she smells and her dimpled smile. I miss all of it.

I bring our entwined hands up to my lips and kiss the top of her hand, my lips lingering on her soft skin for just a moment. "I'm so sorry Faith." I mumble into our hands, "I miss you and I love you and I'm just so sorry." I look through my glassy eyes noticing that hers were the same.

She doesn't move. She stays silent. Until finally she takes a deep breath and begins, "you hurt me Harry, when you accused me of cheating and told me that you hated me." she breathes again, holding back her tears. "What you did was the worst thing you could have done to me, and then that same night you proved me wrong."

"I'm so-" I start but she interrupts me.

"I didn't even want to move, I wanted to cry until I couldn't anymore, if it weren't for Millie I'd still be in my room. But, then I remembered the last time I was mad at someone, when I was mad at my parents; and after remembering what happened to them, I just couldn't be mad at you," she shakes her head. "And when the lads told me you were in here I thought I was going to lose you. Like I lost my parents. And like I lost Katie." I squeeze her hand tighter, kissing it repeatedly. Our tears falling continuously by this point.

"I can't lose you Harry, I just can't lose anyone else. But at the same time," she stops and looks in my eyes, her beautiful green orbs staring straight into mine, them holding nothing but pain and betrayal. "I can't forgive you for what you've done."

I nod in understanding. Completely devastated, her words making my heart sink and my nausea reappear. I can't live without her. I will fight for her, I don't care what it takes, or what I have to do. I will get her back. "I love you." I reply softly, kissing her hand again.

"I know you do." she whispers softly, her voice as delicate as a white rose. A knock on the door brakes us apart and a doctor walks in holding what I assume to be my chart.

"Good evening Mr Styles. Your results have just come back and it looks like you have a bad case of food poisoning. Have you eaten anything out of the ordinary lately?" he asks looking down at me.

I furrow my eyebrows and scan my brain for memories of anything bad but fail to think of anything. "No I ate normally yesterday. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, a few pieces of fruit and..." my mind freezes at what it was and I roll my head back and groan, chuckling lightly to myself.

"What? What is it?" Faith asks hectically, obviously worried about what it was.

"I ate some pancakes that Millie made before I left your house yesterday. It must be that." I run my hand through my hair and push it back as I sigh chuckling. Faith rolls her eyes and looks at me apologetically, but I don't mind, Millie is only a child, these things happen.

The little rascal herself comes running in seconds later and plonks down next me on my bed, the whole room looking at her. She turns to me completely confused, "What's wrong?" she questions me.

"Nothing baby girl," I answer, wrapping my arm tightly around her. "But promise me one thing."

"Anything!" she grins up at me innocently.

"Don't become a chef." I joke, making the entire room erupt in laughter.

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