Harry's pov

I stood on the doorstep of the room, Bella and her father were inside, the doctor wouldn't allow us in, that concludes why I was standing there with heart, palpitating.

Earlier Mr Peters haphazardly called Bella stating that the doctor has got some solution and now it's been almost half an hour that I was waiting for them to come out.

To add on doctors specifically requested Bella to not accompany Ellena with her that's making my perceptions go wild of what possibly do they have to share.

Eventually, the door clicks open shifting my utmost attention towards its side.

Bella came in view, appearing feeble and quite disturbed, I wanted to approach her and question her but her distorted state cautioned me.

Her petite and loose figure sighed simultaneously she looked at me with pool filled eyes that shown brightly in their hazel complexion. Her eyes held weight that constantly caused them to lower down, not helping those crystal tears to stay in.

She swiftly fell against my chest with a thud causing me to take a few seconds to register what happened when I gradually wrapped my arms around her.

I could feel her soul, tired and withering by the current situation. She didn't cry rather just remained to hold me.

I stroked her open locks slightly aiming to give her all the support I could.

When I realised her father was standing right there witnessing the scene.

Well, that was a bit.....intimidating.

After gearing up herself she detached from me then amidst wiping her face she spoke, her voice quavering a bit.

"They could use her parent's root cells..... they are working on it but...but the chances are low......or.....if she had any sibling then it would have been...."

She looked around, blinking several times. I could feel her pain and what she must be thinking. Ellena had broken all ties from her family and especially Gia's father, how was he or where was he now?
No one had any idea.

But if he would have been here there would still have been hope of going for a safer procedure but now our only hope was chemotherapy.

She initiated to walk past me when I held her hand, "Where are you going?" I asked as it didn't feel right to leave her alone at this point.

"I'm going to tell Ellena, she has to know."
But was it the best idea? For Bella to tell this to Ellena? Will she be able to hold herself as well as Ellena when we all know this news was going to prove to be a dry blow for both of them?

"Don't worry. I'll meet you soon."

She blessed me with her soft smile as if making a silent promise to me. That calmed me to a certain extent.

As I was going to return to Gemma, I realised Bella's father was still standing there, with crossed arms and a sharp shriek in his deep brown eyes. Staring with his bushy brows, not helping to reduce the intimidating aura, he kept creating.

"He..hello Mr Roberts." 
Why the heck did I stammer!?

"Harry Styles. Happy to officially meet you."

What?

Does he know me?
Did Bella tell him?
Or was he a fan of....ah no...not possible...he is Bella's father after all.

Also after meeting Bella, I've left assuming anyone to be my fan in the very first meeting, indeed she had changed my perception of many things.

Anyways back to Mr Roberts, who stood there keenly waiting for me to reply.

Ah sorry to keep you waiting sir but what can I do, it's your daughter's fault, she never stops invading my thoughts.

"The pleasure is mine, sir.", I answered him

"Hahaha. 'Sir'? I see I see you are being careful around me, innit?"

"Uh," I felt as if someone had tightly zipped up my freakin' mouth.

"Ah don't be staggered now. It's alright, I feel you boi."

Wow, he seemed like a cool dad.

"It's a rapture meeting you, Mr Roberts."

"Hmm, so your sister is admitted here."

"No..uh she came for a check-up." I quickly covered it for Gemma, not particularly knowing the reason why.

"What checkup?"
However, he seemed determined, like father like daughter, yeah why not.

"Umm.  She's pregnant." I just spilled it out at the speed of a super roller coaster.

"Uh. Congratulate her on my behalf."

"Sure. Will do it."

"Hmm so...umm I guess I could count on you."

"Uh?"

"For dropping my daughter back home?"

He was just exasperating the boundaries of surprising me, nonetheless I quickly nodded.

"Yeah sure."
With a last pat on my back he left.
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I found Gemma sitting on her bed, with mom by her side, as I entered.

Their heads turned towards me waiting for me to fill in for them.

"Uh..." I told them what the doctors suggested.

"May Lord bless that child." Mom sighed, while Gemma seemed quite, lost in her thoughts.

"Have you given your samples?" asked mom

"Yes, the last time I visited but it didn't match."

"Should I try?"

"Of course you may consult the doctor first."

"Okay." With that, she left.

"I want to donate as well," Gemma spoke causing me to spin my head towards her, entirely awestruck by what she said.

"You can't Gemma, you're pregnant!"

She nodded giving a heavy sigh.

"What's her blood group, again?" She asked

"It's O negative, why?"

"That's.....Drake's...blood group too."

"Gemma, look I understand you.."

"..no it's not that. What I mean is that maybe my marrow matches with hers or as you told the procedure that requires her sibling, maybe my...my.....this baby could do that."
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"That? Yes if...uh.Gia had any siblings then they could have ejected the stem cells from his or her tube to transplant it into Gia's body. Then they would have waited for the new cells to germinate.....this process could take a few weeks to two months, it depends." Bella answered when I asked her about that procedure.

"What is it called, again?"

"Allogenic transplant."

"Hmm. Maybe I have an idea."

"An idea?"

"Yeah. Can we meet the doctors right now?"

"Mm, Doctor Michael must be in his office."
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"That could help but we can't rely on that." Doctor Michael answered after hearing out my idea of doing an allogenic transplant with Gemma's baby.

"What do you mean?" I asked him to enlighten me further,

"It's clear, as the chances of us succeeding with this strategy is very low, almost negligible there is very less chance for an allogenic transplant with a non-family member to be successful."

All our hopes that climbed a few steps of the stairs seem to dribble down at once.

I nodded at him, understanding.

Then looking at Bella my heart ached, she seemed pierced once again, because of me, I raised her hopes high.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled to her.

"Why are you sorry? I have faith that Gia will live if not this way then we'll strive hard and find the suitable match for her."
As she spoke, her eyes shone with optimism that she silver lined with a soft smile, compelling me to reciprocate it.
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After making sure that Gemma got in the car unscathed, Bella bid them a final goodbye.

"I can't believe father asked you to drop me." She muttered simultaneously standing beside me, finding it quite an eccentric thing to believe.

"Decompress please, I'll directly drop you home, nowhere else." I made an undermined attempt to joke as a gift of which I was rewarded with a determined elbow snap.

"Ow! lady can't you keep your hands to yourself?

"You keep your words to yourself then."
She shuts me with her reply to which I respond by zipping my lips tight, further earning melodic laughter from her.

"Now come on it's already late." She said ceasing her laughter, however, that moment was pure bliss to me to see her retard from her trauma.

As we stepped out of the hospital building, we were met with the chilly wind gushing over us.
Call it our reflexes to endure the cold or simply fate that our bodies nearly collided with each other, we were walking hand in hand, her head on my shoulder. She was walking by my side while facilely she inclined close to me.

The walk of mere ten steps, was sufficient for me to be apprised of the certitude truth that it was what I wanted, it was what I longed for.
I wanted to feel her gratifying presence with me.
Just her being with me was sufficient for me to smile giddily throughout.
Just her existence would make me feel complete. I realised that her being by my side always, was what I wished for.
And I need to accept that there was no point in lying to yourself, you would only deceive yourself in the worst way possible.

And hence I deduced that I like her or maybe this truth was incomplete too, maybe there was more to it.

The cloudy feeling within me that encompassed restlessness, which prevailed due to the sudden realisation, all this went towards the side, the moment I sensed lenses present near us.

I sheered Bella in my embrace causing her to recline even more towards me.
However, before she could shot me with her vexing investigation, I hushed her, while she being a compensative here, accomplices.

"Come with me."
After saying so we both inclined towards where my car was parked.

"The paps are here," I told her before she could inquire for the same.

As a result to which she unintentionally began gawking through the window to look for them when I had to resent her.

"They'll notice you."

"Oh, sorry." She squealed.
A few seconds later she was back with another very extreme question,
"Now what do we do?"

"Now we wait for them to vacate."
Listening to that her face, evidently fell, causing my heart to follow the same rhythm. Was she upset that she has to spend wait in the car with me or the better and more bugging question was that, didn't she want to spend some more time with me?

To my surprise, she blandished me by giving her best smile and  pinching her eyes almost shut then in a shrieking but undeniably cute voice she spoke,

"Alas! Do I really have to wait in here with "Mr weird"?"

That reminded me of, she used to call me "Weird" that almost terminated after our "fight".

" I guess so," I replied smiling sheepishly.
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"So, you told your father about me?"
I asked her the most aggravating question,

"Yeah, I mean I didn't realise why I was doing that in the first place, maybe I deciphered my parents won't understand but then again, I never made them understand."
She denoted it uncertainly but I was getting what she meant.

"You know Harry, I always questioned myself why won't mother allow me to do certain things, I ought to do. I used to think about what did I do or where did I go wrong. However, not long ago I realised that we never communicated well and that's what went wrong.
That's the reason why I can't understand my mother nor can she. And I contrited that."

She appeared feeble and distorted whilst she shared such personal issues with me.

However, I felt a wave of satisfaction layering me discerning that she considers me to such a dignity to share such sensitive subjects with me.

Taking the conversation on my account,  I spoke, "You don't have to feel contrited, rather you are sensible enough to take it on you. Others don't think twice before throwing the blame at the other person. It would be probably hypocritical of me to say this, but the fault is of you and your parents contributed but I have to add here you are less responsible for the consequences."

"But that doesn't make me saint...."

"No one is and can be a saint," I spoke cutting her off.

"Bella you need to realise that not always, you are at fault. It's not good to blame others but it's poisonous to constantly consider yourself responsible for everything wrong."

It wouldn't be a lie if I said my heart blossomed like budding roses the moment she smiled radiantly, nodding in agreement.

"I'm happy I talked to you about this. You also succeed in evaporating all my worries...."
While these words were casting a spell on me to fall for her even more, what she said next was pure euphoria,

".....I'm happy to have you in my life."

"Bella,"

"Hmm?"

"What did you tell your mother about me?..... How did you introduce me?"
Believe me when I say it took almost, the same amount of courage as it takes to propose to a girl for marriage when I asked her.

She went mute for a few seconds solely gazing at me, with those hazel eyes that shone in the luminescence of the street light, making it appear as balls of gold.

"I..."
Her clearing her throat was increasing my heartbeat even more.

She opened her mouth then closed it again, further lubricating my pulsate heartbeats.

"....You're not dating anyone, right?"
She inquired, shaking her head as if answering for me.

"No!"
I retorted, why was she asking this now!?

Didn't she already know?

Doesn't she believe me?

"But why are...."
She shushed me, her index finger lingering on my lips, ceasing me to ask my oblivious question.

Her eyes were invading my vision, when with crimson red cheeks and beaming eyes, she spoke in an eloquent voice, soothing the softness those words held,

"I like you, Harry.....I really do."

I was elated, those words left me on cloud none. They also absorbed words from my mouth.
I could find no words to describe how I felt. While she looked at me with those eyes, which wanted answer.

"You like Harry Styles or Harold Edward Styles?"

This question caused her to gasp then smiling she answered,

"I like the boy, sitting in front of me, the boy who would always prove to be my comfort, my support. The boy, for whom I want to be the comfort of. The boy who, I used to " hate" but he changed it. I like you Harry Edward Styles."
The second these words escape her mouth, she covered her mouth, hiding her face.

I just embraced her.
My heart felt at peace when she placed her hand on my back.
I could feel how tightly she held me, that hands down was the best moment of my life.

Bella's pov

The hug we shared was the epitome of the "special" between us.
I felt safe and complete in his embrace.
He proved to be someone, I never knew, I longed for.

I was so proud of myself to finally break it out to him, something that left me contemplating with myself even.
Nervousness and uncertainty were at their peak but it all hardly mattered the moment he hugged me, it was all worth it.

I just wouldn't stop smiling, when he parted,
"Do you really like me?"
That stupid asked, even after me dictating a whole speech to him but I scarcely cared. I could tell him that a thousand more times just to witness that happy composure he would give after.

"Yes," I answered him quite vigorously nodding to foreground the genuineness it held.

But finding him remain shut even after I admitted it numerous times, I spoke,
"Come on, say something."

"Hun?"

"Harry, I just confessed, I like you-?"

"Yeah, I...I like you." He accepted, looking intently at me.

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. Maybe even before you."
I felt my stomach would explode due to the churns it was taking when he came, closer to me removing the strands of locks that fell on my forehead, he left a soft kiss on the spot.

That was hands down the best moment of my life.

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AN

Another chapter, Yay!
Finally, she confessed her feelings for him.
But wait, is that it?
Is there more to it, or Nah?
Let's see in the further chaps.

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