AN: It's just gets sad from here. Just a warning.

Harry was quiet the entire way home, not turning to look at me. Still his hand held mine the entire time. I could feel the tension radiating in his fingers. Anita had taken the day off to watch the show and had texted me expressing how different Harry was on stage than usual.

When we got to his house, we entered and he kissed my forehead softly, leaving without a word to get into the shower. I bit my lip as nerves filled my body, heading into his room to change.

Once in his room I realized I hadn't brought a change of clothes and just took off my work bodysuit, throwing on a random shirt I found in his drawer. I just wanted to feel comfortable at the hospital.

I made my way out to the living room and waited for him on the couch, my knees bent towards my chest, texting my sister we would be on our way soon to switch. I was grateful the hospital understood my work schedule and would make exceptions for us when it came to switching past visiting hours.

I heard Harry turn off the shower and soon he was out, his hair a wet mess, a loose black shirt and some black joggers sitting perfectly on his body. He sat on the couch near my feet, he placed his hand on them, running his thumb along my toes.

I analyzed his face, noticing the strain on his face. My eyes fell to his nose, small bits of white powder lingered on one nostril. I sighed, biting my lip, pushing myself up to sit on my knees, wiping it off his nose. I kissed his cheek softly before heading to the kitchen to grab myself some water.

He came in shortly after, standing in front of me, placing his hands on my waist, "Please don't be upset. I needed something to make me feel good."

"I don't want you coming with me under any influence Harry."

"Baby, I'm not even high. I just needed a pick me up."

I searched his eyes, his pupils slightly larger than usual, "Harry, that pick me up is you being high. I don't want that around my mom. I'm not here to tell you what to do or not do, but I can tell you that you won't be coming with me tonight."

I pushed this hand off my waist, finishing my water and turning to find my purse, "Baby, please wait." He said, grabbing my wrist, "I leave tomorrow night, I don't want to not see you."

"So then you should have told me what was going through your head instead of choosing to do that." I freed my arm from his grip and grabbed my things.

He ran up quickly and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair, "Baby, please," his voice breaking, "they made me say I love her. I hated every moment of it. I hate that you have to read that. I hate what would happen if the paparazzi got a picture of us, how they would make you sound. What they would turn our relationship into, the more I love you the more this becomes so hard."

I sighed deeply, placing my arm over his, "I'm sorry honey. I don't like any of this either. I'm sorry you are being forced to do this. I feel like I added to the stress of this. If I wasn't a thing, it wouldn't be this messy."

"But I don't want that. You've added so much more to my life Maggie. I just felt overwhelmed, and I didn't want to put that extra stress on you. So I did what I thought would make me feel good, even if only temporarily."

I turned to face him, placing my hands on his face, "Never again, okay? If you are seeing my mom or sister, never again. I'm not here to tell you to not do certain things, I'm not controlling in that way. You're a grown man, and I know it's not a problem you have, or I wouldn't be standing here. Okay?"

He nodded, sadness in his eyes, "I promise."

I nodded and leaned up to kiss him, "Where are your keys? I'm driving."

—

When we arrived at the hospital, Becca had already left and my mom was sound asleep. Harry quickly fell asleep on the bed and I sat up rolling my shoulders back. I got up quietly making my way into the hall, sitting in a chair outside the room. I took out my phone and clicked through my contacts dialing Charles' number.

"Mags, is everything okay?" His voice was full of sleep.

"Yeah, yeah, I just, I'm overwhelmed."

I heard him rustling in bed yawning, "Talk to me."

"Just everything. My mom. Harry. Olivia. Harry and Olivia. Harry, me and Olivia. Why can't I ever have something not be complicated."

"I'm sorry Maggie. I escorted the Rolling Stone people, and was there for most of it. Harry looked pained throughout the entire thing."

I nodded, biting my lip, "I know, he was quite the whole way home and Anita said the concert went pretty crappy compared to usual."

"I think he cut a couple songs didn't he?"

"I think so, I was surprised when Roger told me that I needed to come down for farewells when he did, I thought I started my timer wrong."

"You both will get through this Maggie. Just one more week right?"

"Yeah, supposedly. I just can't shake this bad feeling in my stomach about everything."

He was silent for a moment before speaking, "Do you love him Maggie?"

"Yeah. More than I'm willing to admit."

"Then it'll all be worth it in the end. Everything will be okay. Or I'll kick his ass."

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Thanks Charlie."

"Of course."

"I'll let you sleep, don't forget you have opening meetings with the next residency's manager tomorrow."

"I know. Don't forget, you can't make this one fall in love with you too."

I rolled my eyes and laughed, "I like the Charlie that's always nice to me better."

He laughed before taking a deep breath, "Love you Maggie. Sleep tight."

"Love ya too, night."

I went back into the room and curled up next to Harry, kissing his collarbone softly, falling asleep.

—

The next morning I woke up to a lot of movement in my mom's room. I sat up quickly looking over to where my mom should be, just as they were moving her onto a different bed.

I got up quickly calling out to her and before I could move towards her Harry had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, his other hand over my mouth. He was whispering in my ear, "Hey, hey she's okay. She just has a lot of fluid build up. They have to remove it. Everything is okay. They are just taking her to do that. We didn't want to wake you up. Everything's okay."

My heart felt like it was in my throat and the tears quickly came to my eyes. Millions of things ran through my mind all at once as they rolled my mom away. Harry loosened his grip on me and I turned to face him hitting his chest softly, "Why didn't you wake me up? I make all her medical decisions. Why?"

"Baby," he said calmly to me, "You had already agreed to let them do this anytime the build up occurred. I didn't want to wake you up and scare you."

"Well I'm still scared. I'm scared everyday," I yelled at him, hitting his chest again, only this time he grabbed my wrists.

"Hey, hey. Margarita," he pulled me close until I gave in and placed my forehead on his chest, "I'm sorry baby. I thought I was doing the right thing."

I shook my head against his chest and cried softly. I whispered to him, "Please wake me up next time. Please."

"Okay, I'm sorry baby." He wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"I'm not going to work today. I'm going to call out." His grip tightened around me and he kissed the top of my head.

"I can call Charles for you. Is that okay?"

I nodded and he let go of me, analyzing my face, "I'm really sorry baby. I really ha—I know. I just panicked. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit you."

I sniffled, wiping my nose as he kissed my forehead, "You are going to be a crazy mom in the future you know that?"

I laughed and shook my head, "You should see how I snap at Becca."

"That's why I'm going to be the favorite parent," he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Okay I love you this early, I'll take, but let's slow down on the kids talk." I rolled my eyes.

He laughed and kissed me softly, "I'm sorry again honey."

"It's okay. Did they say how long?"

"Two hours at most. I honestly thought you would sleep through it. But I mean I'm sorry for everything, for last night too. I don't do that all the time. I had stopped for a while. I just—it's okay Harry. I promise."

He smiled and pulled me in for a call, "Okay. Do you want coffee? I'll go across the street and call Charles while I'm at it."

"Please, and some for Becca, she'll be here soon."

He nodded and kissed my forehead before leaving me alone in the room. I layed in my mom's bed, and it still smells slightly of her. I hug her pillow and take a deep breath, hoping she gets out soon.

—

Harry had left for his concert and it was the hardest goodbye, knowing he would be flying out right after and be gone for four days.

My mom had gotten out of her treatment an hour and a half in, but she was worse off than the night before.

"Miss Santiago, Maggie? Right? Could I talk to you outside?" The doctor smiled a bit at me and I nodded at her, kissing Becca's head on the way out.

"Is everything okay doctor?" I pinched my lip between my fingers.

"Maggie, I have to be honest with you. I don't think your mom is going to win this one. Her body can't handle being put under so much just to drain the fluid out. It doesn't recover like before, and I know you are aware of this. I just think it's time that you started getting things in order, just in the case of her passing. That includes keeping the DNR on file or asking for it to be removed."

I nodded, pressing my lips together, holding back my tears, "How long?" I managed to get out.

"I'm not sure, Maggie. I don't think there is a possibility that the liquid won't return. I don't know if I could do the procedure again if and when it does. Which is why I just want you to be prepared."

I nod, "Okay, thank you doctor."

"Again, I'm so sorry Maggie. Let me know if my team and I can do anything for you all."

"Mhm, thanks."

I pulled my phone out looking at the time, quickly calling Harry.

"Baby? Is everything okay? Are you alright?"

"No."

"Maggie, what's wrong? Is your mom okay?"

"No," the tears falling uncontrollably.

"I'm going to cancel the sho—No Harry. The doctor just said she thinks she won't make it. She doesn't know for certain or how long she has. But I need you to perform. I need you to go to Italy and hurry home. Finish everything because I need you here." I cried, covering my mouth to stifle the horrible sound coming from me.

"Okay baby. Okay. I love you. I'm going to send Charles, is that okay? Do you want Charles?"

"Mhm," I bit down hard on my lip, cutting the skin.

"Okay. He'll be right there okay? I love you. Okay baby? I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

We hung up and I sat on the chair outside my mom's room. I couldn't go inside and tell Becca. I couldn't tell my mom. I didn't want to face any of it. So I just sat there and cried.