My breathing comes to halt and my hands stop there motion in Harry's hair as I stare at the scarlet liquid covering Harry's palm. He coughed it. He coughed blood! 

The realization that something is extremely wrong with the already troubled boy hits me hard. I gulp down the knot forming in my throat and then my hands starts to tremble in fear.  

Slowly my eyes travel from Harry's palm to his face which shows no evident signs of him being in pain. His eye lids are still clamped shut and his once erratic breathing pattern has become normal. He looks totally normal but the blood on his palm tells me another story.

A shaky breath leaves my lips when I look back at his palm and then I let out a whimper, tears involuntarily start to form in my eyes, blurring my vision. 

"Harry." I say, my voice trembling as I shake his shoulder, wanting him to open his eyes and look at what he's coughed out. 

Harry's eyelids flutter open immediately, a crease forming on his forehead as he looks at me. He parts his lips to say something, probably to ask me why I'm crying but I beat him, speaking up first.

"Your...your p-palm." My words come out after a lot of struggle, it feels like my voice is gone all of the sudden. 

Harry gives me a weird look before his gaze travels down at his palm and immediately a loud cry escapes my mouth at his sudden change of expression. His breath hitches in his throat and his face turns pale in horror as he brings his palm closer to his face as if he can't believe what he's looking at.

His head snaps in my direction for a minute second before he looks back at his palm. 

"What...how?" The way Harry's stuttering, I can tell that he's mortified at the sight of blood. 

He furrows his eyebrows, staring at his palm without blinking or breathing even. Both of us stay quite, not sure of what to do or say. It feels like my mind has stopped functioning and so has Harry's.

A small gasp leaves my mouth in horror when suddenly Harry starts to cough again, at first lightly but then all of the sudden he takes in a sharp breath and start coughing vigorously. 

"Oh my god." I say, fresh tears run down my face as he curls his body, his violent coughing continues and the only thing that is running through my mind is that what if he coughs his lungs out. 

A shudder passes through me at the thought and without really thinking, stand up from the ground and run towards the kitchen to get Harry's phone. He needs help and I know exactly who can help me at this time. 

I find the cell phone exactly where Harry had left it, on the counter. The sound of Harry coughing is echoing through the entire house and it's making me more scared and nervous than I already am. With shaking hands, I pick up his phone and mentally pray that he doesn't have any password on it. 

"Thank God." I murmur to myself when I slide open the phone and find no password on it.

For a moment, I get distracted by the wallpaper of his phone. It's a picture of Stella, lying on the bed with a large smile etched on her face but knowing that it's not the right time to think about how fucked up my situation , I quickly open Harry's contact list and search for Luke's name.

A frown finds it's way on my face and I bite my bottom lip when I don't find his phone number in the contact list. I go through the entire list again but end up disappointed.

The sound of Harry coughing is no longer echoing through the house and I immediately panic. With the phone clutched tightly in my left hand, I leave the kitchen and run towards the living room to check if Harry's okay. 

"Harry?" I call out loudly when I find the living room empty, the place where Harry was once sitting had a few stains of blood and the sight of it only adds to my fear

"Harry, where are you?" I call out for him again as I walk towards his room, hoping that I'll find him either there or in the en suite bathroom

My heart is beating loudly in my chest when I enter the room and hear the water running in the bathroom. Quietly, I pad towards the half closed door and peek inside. A trembling breath leaves my mouth when I see him washing his palm on the sink, the bloody water flowing into the drain.

I watch him for a couple of seconds as he splashes his face with water and stare at his reflection in the mirror with wide eyes.  By the way his breathing is still heavy and his face still so pale, I can tell that he's in shock of what has happened.

I'm in shock too, sure I had thought about the after affects of him stop taking the medicines but I never knew that they will be this severe and horrific. 

I take in a deep breath and step into the bathroom. Harry's head immediately snaps from the mirror to me but he doesn't leave his place, staying put with his hands griping the sink tightly as if he's afraid that he'll fall down if he lets go of it.

We both stare at each other for a couple of seconds before I finally part my lips to ask if he's okay.

"You aren't leaving me." Harry croak out before a single word escapes my lips. His voice is rough and husky after all the coughing.

"Why would I leave, Harry?" 

I'm baffled by his words. Does he really think that I'll leave him when he's coughing out blood? Does he really think of me that lowly? But again, he knows nothing about me, I'm someone else to him.

He looks away at my question and bites his lip, shaking his head from side to side as if he don't believe me. 

Mustering up some strength, I walk closer to him and gently grab his jaw, making him look back in my direction. It's unbelievable for me, the fact that I'm touching his face without him forcing me and that i have no intention to harm him but this is what I had chosen to do. To help him because I can't really help myself. 

"I am not leaving. I said we will sort all the problems together, didn't l?" I question him quietly, staring straight into his eyes to let him to know what I'm saying is true, I'm not lying to him, at least not this one time.

Harry closes his eyes momentarily at my questions and when he opens them, I can see that he's about to cry. His bottom lip trembles and he puffs out a breath from his mouth, trying to prevent himself from breaking down.

"It's okay to be scared. It's totally fine if you want to cry." I tell him, my own voice breaking at the thought of what's happening to him. 

My words cause Harry to fully turn around in my direction. He stares at me for a couple of seconds before pulling me into a hug. His arms wrap tightly around my waist and his face finds it's way to rest in the crook of my neck, seeking for comfort.  

A loud sob racks through his body and I feel his warm tears falling onto the skin of my neck as he cries. 

My hands run up and down his back to comfort him and to let him know that I'm here for him. No words are spoken between the two of us as Harry cries quietly, I don't dare to say anything, knowing that this is the only way he will be able to feel somewhat at ease.

"You need help, Harry." I tell him once he's calmed down down a bit and is sitting on the bed with a glass of Apple juice in his hand.

Harry looks at me like I've said something very stupid before shaking his head and placing the glass of juice on the bed side table. 

"It was just a one time thing, I'm gonna be fine." He tells me, laying down on the mattress and closing his eyes. 

I frown at his response, not really pleased with what he has just said. I can't believe that he's being so fucking casual about something so serious.

I take a step closer to the bed and look at him with a scowl on my face, waiting for him to open his eyes and acknowledge my sour expressions but he doesn't, probably aware of the fact that I'm not happy with what he thinks.  

"Harry, you need to drink this juice." I say, ignoring the fact that he's not willing to get help and picking up the glass of juice from the table.

 I wanted him to drink it because from what I've learned, Apple juice helps to make more blood in the body and the way Harry's face has gone so pale after the blood he'd coughed, I know that he really needs to drink it.

"Harry, for God's sake, open your eyes right now or else I'm gonna do something really nasty." I warn him, frustration lacing my tone as I look down at him.

I don't know what has gotten into him all of the sudden. Now that I've decided to help him, it feels like Harry has taken it upon himself to make me regret my decision.

"I don't need it, babe." He tells me tiredly, opening his eyes after a minute or so and letting out a huff. 

I narrow my eyes at him and decide to just let him be.I can't really keep begging him to do stuff when I myself am hungry and tired. If he doesn't want help when I'm offering it so generously then fuck him.

"Fine then. Keep lying here without eating or drinking anything and if you cough again, don't fucking come to me crying because you're choosing this yourself." I tell him loud and clear, Harry seems to be surprised by my sudden outburst since his eyes become somewhat wide and he quickly shuffles a bit to sit up on his elbows. 

I put the glass of juice in my hand on the side table and without looking back at Harry, I turn around and begin to walk out of the room.

"Okay, okay. Don't go, I'm sorry." Harry says from behind but I just ignore him, shaking my head and march towards the exit. "Stella, don-" His words are cut off with a cough leaving his mouth.

I turn around almost instantly when Harry starts coughing again. Immediately running back towards the bed where he's now sitting down, letting out small coughs. His entire body shaking every time he lets out a cough

"Now tell me that was one time thing, Harry!" My voice is a few octaves higher than usual as I try to stop myself from crying. 

My hand rubs up and down his back as he coughs a little more. He doesn't reply to me, just takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes in exhaustion. I stop the motion of my hand and stare at his face, which has lost all it's glow in the matter of an hour.

"Do yourself a favour and drink this glass of juice, please." I almost beg him, picking up the glass and bringing it to his mouth. 

Harry's eyes flutter open and he looks at me for a second before grabbing the glass from my hand and starts chugging the liquid down, not stopping until he's drowned all the juice. Once he's down, he lets out a small sigh and put the glass on the side table before turning his attention towards me.

Harry's warm hand takes a hold of my own and he tugs on it lightly in an attempt to make me sit down next to him. I compile to his silent request, sitting down on the bed and Harry immediately shuffles in his place, lying down and resting his head on my thighs, causing my body to become tense at the sudden unexpected move.

"Just run your fingers through my hair and neck till I fall asleep." He tell me and I nod my head even though I know that Harry's eyes are shut and he can't see me.

"You need to see a doctor, Harry." I tell him while scraping his skull which causes a small content sigh to leave his lips. 

Harry doesn't answer to me though, just keeps letting out small sigh once in a while. I press my lips in thin line at his lack of response while my mind tells me to scream at him and tell him that he should go get a check up. 

It's not like I've developed feelings for him because of which I'm worried for him. It's just that I'm a teenage girl and it's actually quite horrifying for me to see someone suffering like Harry.

"Wait." Harry's voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I look down at him to find that his eyes are half open and there's a crease on his forehead. He looks up at me and parts his lips to speak up.

"You haven't eaten anything. Go eat something, I'll go to sleep myself" He says, his words coming out at the pace slower than usual because he's sleepy. 

My insides kind of melt because of the words he's just said. Here he is, totally exhausted after coughing so much and he's still worried about me not eating. Can someone be more caring? I don't think so, no.

"Just sleep, Harry." I tell him and look down to see that his eyes are already clamped shut and he's breathing in and out evenly, a sign that he's already asleep. 
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