'Its your mum.'

"What's my mum?" I ask looking up at him and a few tears leave his eyes.

"A doctor called and her tests came back positive. She has cancer in her pelvis and up her lumbar spine. It is in her blood now and has spread to her left lung." Liam explains through his tears. Niall holds his hand and kisses the back of it.

"B-but she's going to be okay right?" My voice cracks. I don't even have the slightest hope that she will be okay.

It's spread too far. She should have gone to the doctor earlier.

Liam shakes his head and that's when my tears flow down my cheeks and past my neck. Liam puts his hand on my shoulder and I push it off.

"'M going back to Holmes chapel." I mumble standing up and Liam stands as well.

"They actually flew her to a specialist in London." Liam says softly, "she's at Royal Marsden Hospital."

"I'm going to her." I mumble walking away.

"Here I'll come-"

"No stay." I say quickly as I throw a coat on and slip my feet into shoes, "I want to be alone."

I see Niall rest a hand on Liam's left peck when he tries to stand up and he shakes his head. Liam nods to Niall with a sigh and sits back down.

"Okay, just ... Text me when you get there so I know your safe." Liam says and I nod biting my lip as more tears fall down my cheeks.

I leave the dorm and quickly exit the apartment complex. Making my way to the cold streets of London I shiver in my dark brown pea coat. I shove my hands deep into the pockets and keep my head down as I let small sobs leave my mouth. I find the closest underground and duck into it. I quickly walk down the stair, stepping on every single one.

I stand in line waiting for the man at the booth to call for me to come. When he does I step up to him and say, "one ticket for the Piccadilly line to Cockfosters."

"There you go. Enjoy the rest of your evening." The man says handing me a ticket and I slip away from the booth and walk to the machine that lets me through to the trains. I put my ticket in the appropriate spot and take it from the other side when I go through.

I manage to find my way through the underground and wait for the next train to come. I lean against the dirty, painted white, brick walls of the underground.

I sniffle and look down at my shoes, letting a few tears go.

"You okay?" A husky voice asks and I look up at the tall man standing there. He's dressed in a suit, holding a brief case. Must be a business man.

"I-I'm fine." I mumble before looking back down at my shoes.

"You don't look fine." He says leaning against the wall beside me.

"I-I am." I hum.

"Why don't we take your mind off of what's bothering you." He offers and I give him a weary look, "I promise I'm not a creep. I just have been working so hard and you look like you could use a fun time. I figured we could go to Piccadilly Circus. I know a great restaurant with amazing fish and chips."

I could really go for some fish and chips.

The train arrives at a flying pace and I wait for the doors to open before getting on and taking a seat on one of the benches. The seemingly nice lad comes and sits beside me, his brief case between his legs.

"So, what do you say?" He asks with a soft, kind smile.

"Sure, I suppose I can. But, I have to go see my mum in the hospital first." I say and he nods.

"Sure thing. I have to drop all my work at home. Say we meet there in an hour. Right by the Ben and Jerry's window?" The man asks and I nod.

"That sounds great." I say softly.

"This is the Piccadilly line to Cockfosters next stop Earls Court." The robotic woman says over the intercom. I stand up from my seat getting ready to get off at my next stop and so does the kind stranger.

"So I'll see you in an hour or so?" He asks and I nod.

"Definitely."

He smiles and I give him a small wave when the train comes to a stop and the doors open for me to get off. I make my way through the busy crowd and put my ticket into the little machine which allows me to leave the station. I exit the underground and walk down a few streets until I reach my destination to my right. The dark night is lit up by passing cars and the hospitals bright LED lights that light up the road to the main doors.

I sniffle as I walk up to the doors. They slide open and I take a step into the warm building while wiping my nose on the edge of my sleeve. I walk into the main foyer and look around for someone who could help me.

I notice a woman sitting at the desk with glasses halfway down her nose as she reads a few papers. I walk up to her but she doesn't seem to take notice until I clear my throat.

"Oh sorry! You were so silent, what can I help you with?" She asks with a warm smile.

"M-My mum was admitted into this place today." I mumble silently and she gives me a sad smile.

"What is your mums name darling?" She asks.

"Anne. Anne Cox." I tell her and she looks her up on the computer.

"Visitors can see her 9am to 5pm." She says, "can you come back tomorrow?"

"B-But I need to see her today. You don't understand. I'm her son." I beg the woman who gives me a sad smile.

"I will ask the doctor working with her. He might make an exception since she just got here an hour ago." The woman says and she leaves her spot at the desk to find the doctor.

I wait and lean against the tall counter for her to come back. While tapping my foot anxiously, I look around the clean room. Everything is in it's place; magazines stacked on end tables, chairs lined up perfectly, and TVs playing the news hanging on the walls in the corner.

"Sir," the woman calls out and I look up at her, "do you want to see your mum now?"

I nod my head hesitantly and she smiles, "follow me then hun."

I hurriedly walk after her as she leads me down the hallway to room 143A. I walk in and see my mother almost asleep in the uncomfortable looking bed. I walk silently towards her and notice an IV has been hooked up to her. She looks so pale from the last time I saw her and her face has clearly lost some weight.

"Mum?" I call out for her and her eyes open again.

"Harry? Oh my baby." She says weakly as she reaches a hand out towards me. I stumble towards her as I grab her hand and she pulls me into a hug. "You look so handsome baby."

"Ma ... Are you going to be okay?" I ask praying there is some hope for recovery or remission.

"The cancer is now terminal Harry darling. The doctor says no more than a year but, let's not focus on the negative. How is school?" Mum asks me and I whimper in her arms.

"Schools good." I mumble as I crawl onto the bed and cuddle into my mother.

"Liam mentioned how you were maturing. Is it that boy you won't tell me about?" My mum asks and I blush, nodding slightly.

"Yea, it's the boy with the white hoodie." I mumble smiling at the thought of Louis.

"Is this a new relationship?" She asks me and I giggle.

"No, he doesn't want to be boyfriends." I say and she frowns.

"And who wouldn't want to be the boyfriend of my son? Is he ill?" My mother asks and I giggle some more into her chest.

"No he's not ill. He just doesn't want to be my boyfriend." I say, beginning to feel a little upset at that fact.

"Do you want him to be your boyfriend?" My mother asks running a hand through my hair and I nod.

"Yea, I really, really do." I mumble and my mother kisses the top of my head.

"Well I hope you'll bring him here to meet me." Mum says and I nod.

"Of course ma!" I smile but, I can't help but feel like that's the biggest lie I ever told my mum.

I don't think I want to bring Louis here. This part of my life is breaking apart rapidly and I won't be able to stay strong wen I'm here. I don't want Louis to see that. Also, what will my mother think of Louis? He's not exactly a goodie two shoes ...

"Oh Harry, there is something important I have to tell you." My mum interrupts my thoughts.

"Mhmm?" I hum and she opens her mouth to speak when a nurse and doctor come into the room.

"I'm sorry to say, but you have to go sir." The doctor says interrupting my moment with my mother.

"Why?" I ask sadly.

"We have to sedate your mother so that way in the morning she will have all her strength for her first round of chemo and tests." The nurse explains as she gets a needle ready.

"Oh ..." I say quietly and sit up from my mother. I look down at her not wanting to leave her in this state and she rubs my arm soothingly.

"I'm okay, I'll call you tomorrow when all of the chemo is done." Mum says softly and I wipe my eyes nodding.

"I love you." I mumble.

"I love you too baby." She replies and the nurses escort me out of her room. I look back into her room, as we walk past, through the windows until I can no longer see her.

I sigh looking down at my shoes as I exit the building with my hands deep into my pockets.

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NEW YEARS EVE!!!! What are your plans????