hariana drabbles

027

- Dear Harry
Author: Me (2012)
Summary: Skye Monroe is dying and her doctor suggested that she write her feelings in a journal. Instead, she decides to write to her favourite band member and never in her wildest dreams did she expect to get a response.
Notes: This fossil was originally written on November 20th, 2012. It was the prologue for a Harry fanfic I never ended up writing. Cheers to fetus writing. Please don't be harsh lmao.

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We all have a reason why we were put on this planet. Some people to do the good, like doctors, inventors, scientists, astronauts, and some people to do the bad, like thieves, murderers, general criminals, people like that.

Where there is life, There is death. Where there is sickness, there is the healthy. Perfect and living.

The world is always balanced. Our fates and future decisions have already been written down. Our job, if we choose to accept it, is to live our given lives with no regrets but with an endearing passion to succeed.

All in all, life is short. Those given ninety years to live, are by far most exceeding. A hundred years long of living, now that's what I call over the life meter.

But what about those given 18 years to live? Maybe less?

From the moment she starts to breathe as a young baby, her parents think she'll live long enough to get married and give them grand kids. Maybe their daughter will succeed in life and get a nice house to settle down with her kids. Everything would be perfect.

But what if eighteen years later, her parents receive the worst news possible.

"I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Monroe, but we've found traces of cancer in your daughter's bloodstream. Leukemia to be exact. I'm so sorry..."

No one ever wants to be told that their only child has cancer. A type of cancer that can particularly kill you.

"Ho-How long does she have?" a question that no one wants the answer to.

"About a year. Maybe a few months longer if we start her on treatment immediately." the doctor told her mum and dad who already had tears streaming down their faces. She didn't hear much else from her seat outside of the hospital room. All she knew was that she was sick, and she was eventually going to die.

Skye, at eighteen. Still a virgin, never been kissed, never had a boyfriend, and now never going to get married, never going to have children, never going to be much of a success in the real world, never going to buy her first house, so many things she's never going to be able to do.

How about the people she cares about? Her parents? Her grandparents? The boys, would they even care now? What is she going to do?

As these thoughts ran through her head, her trance was broken by someone tapping her shoulder almost barely, but she could still feel their soft finger tips melt into her skin.

She looked up and smiled sadly at a little girl, no older than five who was shaking nervously as she handed her an opened notebook. The little girl was clad in a pretty princess hospital gown, and had a bandana wrapped around her small head. She looked fragile and a tad weak, but you could still see the joy and happiness a child should have right in her eyes.

"C-Can I get your autograph miss?" She asked shyly as she opened a pink sharpie and placed it in Skye's hand.

"Um sure...but I'm not famous at all sweetie. What's your name love?" She told her as she signed her name on a blank page. As she gave her the notebook and sharpie back, she couldn't help but notice how her eyebrows were raised in confusion and she was pouting slightly as if pondering on what else to say.

"My name's Angel. You're their best friend... You're like the sixth member." The little girl smiled again as Skye sighed and shook her head. "That was a long time ago honey. A lot has changed since then." It's true. It's been nearly two and a half years since she was noticed as their best friend slash sixth member.

"Oh...well thank you anyways miss. Have a nice day." The little girl said, hugging Skye tightly before running off to a young woman who looked like her mum. She started going on about how she'd met Skye and gotten her autograph, leaving the mother with the happiest smile on her face as they left the corridors. Right before they turned the corner, she shouted the girls' name to catch her attention. "Hey Angel!"

"Yes miss?" she asked, turning around while clutching her notebook and sharpie like her life depended on it.

"Call me Skyles. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other more frequently in the later days." She told her cheekily as the little girl beamed and nodded excitedly.

"Skyles? Is that your real name? How odd." Her mum said as her daughter subtly hit her mum's knee as a way of saying "Mum stop it you're embarrassing me"

"Ahh no. It's a nickname from some of my bestest friends." She smiled, ignoring the fact that bestest wasn't even a real word and shouldn't be in an eighteen year olds vocabulary, but oh well. "My real name is Skye. Like the one up chilling with the clouds." Skye joked as the little girl giggled and her mum chuckled.

"Well Skye, it was nice meeting you but we have to go. Angel has a checkup with Dr. Price and it's urgent we get there before we're too late." Angel's mum smiled apologetically as she and her daughter began to walk away.

"Bye Skyles!" Angel waved as her and her mother turned the corner.

Watching the little girl who was obviously battling with cancer, or maybe worse; She doesn't really know know, but watching her still living life normally with no regrets and instead with happiness, she can't help but feel like there is a chance.

A chance that she'll be one of many who live past eighty years old.

She just needed to tell the boys. And she would, if they weren't leaving for their second American tour in two days. Their newest single Live While We're Young, had reached number one just like WMYB did.

With her condition, she can't go. How does she tell them? Tell him?

I just have to do it before they leave... If they even want to see me again. Skye thought to herself as she began to walk back to her hospital room where her mum and dad were still talking to the doctor.

"To die, would be an awfully big adventure." -Peter Pan