Natalie's POV

"So is she coming home?" Grant asked.

"Um no I don't think my maid of honor will show up at our wedding."

"Nat you should have called her ."

"I know but it all happened so quickly I did not even get time."

"Ok ok chill.. I will talk to her." He continued. "So I talked to your brother I guess he will be coming over next weekend, along with your sister-in-law."

"What? he said that?"

"Yeah, why do you sound surprised?"

"Um.. no ..nothing."

Grant came closer and intertwined me in his arms and quizzed again. "Tell me why you sound so surprised!"

"I think the fact that I never showed up in their wedding, that's why."

"Well I guess they've moved on." Grant squeezes me in more.

"Somebody's is a good mood."

"Why shouldn't I be, I'm marrying the girl of my dreams."

A warmth spread all over my heart and a smile crept on my face.
"You always know how to lighten my mood, don't you."

"Yes been doing that since last four years." He went back and sat on the couch, sipping on his java, and continued.

"So I've booked Ms. Dillaurentis from the event  management company, to look over the wedding rituals and all, also she said she would be booking 'The Plaza' , if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, I think that's fine."

"So would you wanna go for the dress shopping."

"I really need Naomi for that."

"Okay I will call her."

Naomi's PoV

"Did he go to sleep?" I asked. I was on call with Niall who was looking after Harry, while I was at the hospital gathering his multiple reports.

"Yes, I tucked him in myself." Niall answered.

"Is Zayn home  yet?" I asked.

"No. I guess his issues aren't solved."

"What is the matter with him?"

"Ex girlfriend issues."

"That I know, but which one?"

"You really don't wanna know."

"Please, I'm getting real bored here, some tea would do me good."

"Okay.....You don't remember Kendall do you?"

"That's his ex girlfriend?"

"No, her best friend Gigi Hadid. He should be back though."

"What? You serious, how is it that the people in my life are always dating her best friends?"

"No special adjective to describe her?"

"Nope. Over the years I've learned to control myself."

"Good."
I heard the knock on my door.

"Just hold one Niall, I'll be back. Don't go anywhere."

"Come in." I announced .

It was Sean, he was one of the nurses at the hospital.

"Reports here yet Sean?"

"No, not yet doc. That's why I'm here.Ms. Nowitski called, she said she'll be an hour late. She's stuck in traffic."

"And she isn't answering her calls, why exactly?"

"Her phones dead. She took the drivers phone, she said and I quote 'I know the reports are pretty important so I'll be there as soon as I can."

"She memorised you're number and called you from a strangers phone and you still calling her miss? Pretty rude Sean."

"Heh. Will keep that in mind doc, anyway  you need anything else, coffee, tea? "

"I'm fine Sean thank you ."

Sean left .

"Hello?"
I put my earphones on, for my hands were tired.

"Hmm I'm here." Niall said opening the door to my cabin.

"What, you serious? What are you doing here? " I was shocked, I stood up pulling my earphones out.

"I figured you'd be hungry." He said , showing off the pizza.

No matter how much I was hungry, I was still worried about Harry, "What? Is Harry alone ."

"What no, Zayns with him." He said keeping the box down at the table. On the other side of my cabin.

"But you said he was out.... aahhhh you lied."

"I brought food." He smiled the brightest he could.

We opened the box and started eating when I commented,

"Pizza early in the morning, refreshes memories."

"Well technically, you're here since last night and as much as I know you, you didn't even have you're dinner. So here it is."

"Whatever." I was cut off by the ring of my phone.

"Who's it?" Niall asked .

"Grant." I replied.

Phone on speaker.

Grant- Hey, Naomi .

Naomi- Hey.

Grant- Okay,  before you say anything.

Naomi -You want me to attend my sisters wedding, the one I didn't know was happening until I saw the news?

Grant -Without the harsh words and sarcastic tone and a please in the beginning.

Naomi- Grant.

Grant- See I know,  it's a lot for you to process , but she's your sister.
Naomi you there?
Naomi?

Naomi- Yep , I'm here. I'm just going through a lot right now. I'll see what I can do.

I kept the phone. Looking at Niall's face which was staring at me with concern. I was puzzled, not knowing what to do. Felt like it was five years ago all over again.

"You should go, you know." Niall spoke up.

"No. You cannot do this to me." I retorted .

"She's your sister Naomi, no matter what family sticks together." Niall added.

He held my hand .

"No Niall , we've had this conversation."

"I know."

"No you don't, you know how hard it has been for me for all these years.... hiding every bit of emotion I've had for you. So that my sister doesn't remember Harry. For all these years, when I had to meet you, I had to tell my sister that its work that brought be to the city. Every, bloody, time."

"Naomi I had to do the same for Harry. Sometimes we need to make sacrifices for the people we love."

"Why are you giving me valid points, I am not in a relationship with you so that you can give me valid points, I'm in a relationship with you so that you support me you daft prick." I screamed at him.

"Shhhh. Hospital. Sit down love, please."

He held me tight and made me sit down on the couch.

"No seriously, pretending was hard. The ones before Natalie, Harry  and Zayn especially."

"I have nice reflexes, and I know what to speak when." I said looking at him.

"Go, your sister needs you." He kissed me in my forehead .

"Niall?"

"Hmm?"

"When did we become the babysitters?"

He looked at me and was about to answer when, someone knocked at my door.

I opened it.

"Dr. Peters the reports are here."
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Harry's POV

I sneaked out of the house . I had been inside for about three days now, under officer Peters' surveillance. But I'd had enough.

I was on my way to see Natalie, I wanted to know why she was getting married. Why was she hurrying at this pace? Why was she not being herself ?

I booked a cab to the building she was staying in. I looked outside the window, feeling the breeze on my face and recalling the moment when I sneaked inside her home.

"Stop!" I shouted.

"Sir we haven't reached yet. " the driver answered.

"I know," we didn't have to, cause there she was all ecstatic  sitting beside the man she was about to marry , the man who loved her so.

She looked at him the way she looked at me then, her smile was warm and genuine.

Past

After the weekend drinking Natalie got severe diarrhea, and was in complete bed rest. I couldn't meet her, cause Mrs. peters was always at home taking care of Natalie and the only source of communication between us was the phone, but I was desperate to meet her. Crawling out of my own window, in the middle of the night.. felt kind of liberating but also frightening simultaneously. If my mother found out I was doing that, I would be grounded, for a month.

Natalie's room was on the second floor of their house. I climbed the pipeline with all the strength I had, rock climbing classes was a good decision after all...and also not giving up on PE. Slowly and steadily I climbed to her balcony before anybody noticed .

I walked in her room. She was sleepy, it was late at night. She was not alone she had Naomi sleeping beside her, so I went over to her side of the bed and knelt down and gently put her hair behind her ears while planting a kiss on her forehead .

Her eyes gently opened,
"You?" She said almost getting up.

"Hush hush, Naomi's still asleep ." I warned her.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered.

"You were sick, and I wanted to see you."

"That's sweet, but did you climb the pipeline?"

"And jumped of the balcony railing."

"What did you do all day?" She asked.

"Got up, thought about you, had my breakfast, wanted to see you, went outside met Jr. Peters who told me you were sick but were under your moms surveillance so I couldn't meet you, tried to get my mind of of you, failed miserably."

She chuckled.

"Wait there's more, wanted to meet you called you, had my dinner, couldn't resist my desire to meet you so here I am."

"Haha. That's a lot of me in there."

"There is ." I gasped and continued. "How have you been?"

"Feeling weak, bad food, my tastebuds are destroyed ."

"Are they now?"

"Sit down."

I sat down holding her hand, talking , and then being quite and then talking again.

"I'll take your leave now love." I told her .
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Present

"Go back to hotel?"

"You sure sir?"

Natalie's POV

"I'll take your leave now ." Grant said.

"No love at the end?" I retorted.

"What?" I quizzed.

"Nothing just too much pressure."

What were you thinking?
Conscious Natalie popped in .
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Past

We enjoyed the silence that prevailed. We shared the silence, it wasn't an awkward pause it was a long wait, and a steady path to be followed .

He held my hand tightly and said.

"I'll take your leave now love."

"You'll come again tomorrow?"

"Do you want me to ?"

"I don't mind if you do. "

"Okay love."

Harry left leaving the door ajar.

"Can you please tell him not to sneak in or something , it's romantic for your guys. But it's kinda creepy for me ." Naomi mumbled .

"You're not asleep. I thought you were sleeping ?"

"You also thought that you were whispering. ."

"Oh Love I've Been thinking about you all day." She said mocking the English accent and Harry.

"Stop it Naomi." I said .

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'Stop it Natalie .' My conscious said .

Grant is the man remember . Weddings in a month don't let anything mess this up.
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Naomi's PoV

"Naomi, we might have an issue ?"

"Not something which is worse that what I am having right now?"

"What do you mean? How are the reports ?"

"Call in Zayn, ask him to come over."

"He is coming over Harry sneaked out!"
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Half an hour later

"You guys, what is it?" Zayn barged in.

"I don't know she's not telling me ?" Niall interrupted.

"It's Harry."

"What is it Naomi?"

"He has alcoholic cardiomyopathy."

"Naomi we don't speak Medicine. Speak English." Niall said .

" Alcoholic cardiomyopathy is a disease in which the chronic long-term abuse of alcohol leads to heart failure. Alcoholic cardiomyopathy is a type of dilated cardiomyopathy. Due to the direct toxic effects of alcohol on heart muscle, the heart is unable to pump blood efficiently, leading to heart failure." I said trembling.

"We need to get him a transplant." I added.

"We should inform Natalie." Niall said.

"Dude that is the last thing Harry would want."
Zayn replied.

"How much time do we have?" Niall asked .

"A month." I replied.