"HARRY!" I called out and i could feel my neck veins popping with pressure. "Come on Haz! We got to go!" I swear he takes longer to get ready than me. But then I saw him. His tux looked like it was practically made for his body. It shaped his thighs (the little thighs he actually had) and the bow rested just under his neck line. Ha. This is MY boyfriend ladies. Hands off.
I actually had a hard time believing Harry Styles was my boyfriend. I had a hard enough time grasping the fact I was a famous model, much less the girlfriend of a world famous superstar.
"How do I look?" He asked, slapping on a cheeky smile.
"Like a handsome prince!" I gushed.
"So does that make you my princess?" He replied as he kissed my cheek.
"Just call me Princess Bella." I smiled and we walked out the door.
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The resteraunt was a classy, Italian bar and grill. There was more people at this banquet that I would have ever dreamed of. All of them? Here? For me? It seemed like a dream.
As we walked up to the table, Harry cleared his throat to announce our arrival. Louis stood up and walked to me. "Ladies and Gentlemen, our guest of honor!" In that moment, I felt a gust of emotional power and I couldn't help but cry.
Harry's protective arm drapes over my shoulder and he pulled me close to his chest. His shaky chest warned me of his sobs. All the sudden it was one big group hug. They all supported me and wanted me to live. They wanted me to overcome my cancer. This germ eating at my body, causing my sickness.
All of a sudden, the already blurred faces of my support team, blurred even more. The more I rubbed at my eyes, the fuzzier they got. My head ached and my knees wobbled. And then, everything went black.
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I woke up in the smallest hospital bed ever. Actually, it was quite large but to me, because of my claustrophobia, I felt like a sardine in a can. I could see Harry, in the corner with his mum. "I really love her mom." He whispered. "I don't want her to die. I planned to marry her. When she told about the cancer, I just..." He buried his head in his hands and shook his head to the ground. Anne rubbed his back and tried to comfort him but it was no use. He was really torn (A/N *wink*) up about this.
I mean, I guess I would be too if the love of my life was slowly sifting through my fingers. If he was on the verge of death, I would do everything in any way to save his ass. Which he had. Fundraisers of plenty had been organized, money donated, every treatment in the book. It was really a lost cause by now.
"Harry!" I croaked out. His head shot up and he practically bounded to my bedside.
"Harry, I need you to know.... I love you. I will always love you. I will watch over you and make sure your life had its mostly ups and few downs. I will help you get over the loss of me, because face it Harry. It's not gonna be long." I think my words hit him like a ton of bricks because he took a step back.
"Bella. I need you to know something too. If you die, my heart dies with you. I will never get over you no matter how hard I try. I won't be able to look at a Michael Jackson CD without bursting into tears. I love you Bella."
I nodded and took his hand. He scooted onto the bed beside me and kissed my cheek. I looked over at him and saw his silent tears as I closed my eyes, for the last time.
A/N: Written by Ali.
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