The Bucket List

Chapter 10

The Bucket List Chapter 10:

I woke up and saw a note on my night stand.

‘Dear Media, Your father needed my help at work in China. I will be back in about one month. I will call frequently or when I can. I love you soo much. I wish I didn’t go, but I must. I love you.’

I set the note down and sighed. I heard a knock on the door. I got up and answered the door. I was shocked to see Harry. Thank god I kept the hat on.

“Harry what are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”

“I followed you home. Then I slept in my car.” he said. I let him in and set him on my bed. I gave him some food and water.

“I don’t have any guys clothes here.”

“That’s fine.” I nodded.

“Well I am going to take a shower.” He nodded. I got up grabbed some clothes and headed to the shower.

Why would be follow me? He could get any girl, he is gorgeous and sweet, and I am a pale girl with cancer. I sighed and stepped into the shower.

Harry’s POV:

The entire night I couldn’t sleep in my car because it was so uncomfortable, even if it was a Range Rover. I decided to go knock on her door. She answered the door. She had the clothes from yesterday on still.

“Harry what are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”

“I followed you home.” Way to sound creepy. “Then I slept in my car.” She let me inside and into her room. She set me down and gave me food and water. She was so caring and gentle. She seemed so fragile.

“Well I am going to take a shower.” she said. I nodded. When she left I didn’t know what to do so I walked around her room. I saw a brown journal sticking out of her pillow. I looked behind me and opened it. The first said:Bucket List. She had every possible thing on her Bucket List. Why would she have one? I turned the page, she had the title or our song, Little Things. Then I saw something I hoped I never saw.

2/3/13: Today I found out that I had terminal cancer. When I saw that it killed me inside. She only had 2 years to live. That’s why she had aBucket List. That’s why she can’t be with me. She was going to die. A tear fell from my eye. I heard the water turn off. I closed the journal and shoved it back under the pillow and sat back down. She entered, still wearing a hat.

“So why do you wear hats or bandanas?”

“Why do you wear sunglasses?”

“If I tell you you tell me.” I said.

“Fine.”

“I am Harry Styles from One Direction. We are well know, and I tend to get mobbed, I didn’t want to be seen. You know the song Little Things, they play it on the radio a lot.” She nodded.

“Oh okay. That’s cool.”

“Your turn.” She took a deep breath and sat there. I can tell she was contemplating whether to tell me. I sat there patiently.

“Harry I am terminal. I have had cancer since I was like 4, and now I have 2 years to live.” She took of her hat, to reveal her bald head. She was looking down.

“You probably think I am a freak or an alien. Or really ugly” I shook my head. I lifted her chin.

“Never. You are beautiful.”

“I was so happy that you treated me differently like I was normal.”

“No one in the world is normal. That would be boring. Everyone is unique in there own ways.” I said. She smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem love. Now let’s go somewhere.” She smiled and nodded.