Just Breathe(A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 01

"Give me another one there before I head home"I ordered. "Sure,whatever" replied Glen as he placed another can of Dutch Gold into my hand. "Don't go yet Aria? Stay for abit!" pleaded my best friend Lori. "I'll think about it" I answered her before taking a long drag out of the cigarette in my hand. The three of us were sitting on the wall at the back of our estate in the lovely town of Mullingar like we did every other evening. You're probably thinking what kind of scumbags are they and you are right too, but sure what else are we supposed the to do in this shithole. You're also probably trying to figure out where and when you have heard about Mullingar before..Niall Horan. There you go! Yes this is his estate. His lovely childhood home is about 50 metres from where I am sitting and you know how many fucks I give? NONE! Sure he's a lovely lad but from what I can remember he was no better than anybody else here  and now he's the big lad going all over the world, well good for fucking him.

I threw back what was left in my can and stood up. "If you are going home then you are the biggest dry arse I know" exclaimed Lori. "Well then sweetheart, i guess that is exactly what I am" I sarcastically replied. "You have gotten so boring!" she sighed. "Sowwy Lori" I gave her my best puppy dog face and she quickly gave me a big hug. "That's better, don't want my two favourite girls fighting now do I" cooed Glen. I knocked the can he was holding and ran away laughing my head off. I could hear him swearing from my house. "Mam!?" I shouted while opening the door. No answer. "MAAAMM!" I entered the kitchen to the see a note lying on the kitchen counter. 'Will be home by 9, have a lie down' I read out loud. Why did she always think I needed a 'lie down'? If i spent anymore time lying down I wouldn't have a life. 

Suddenly I started coughing."Fuck!" I said out loud. I ran to the small bathroom beside the kitchen,still coughing, and puked more blood than I thought I had into the toilet. I heard my Mam and brother come into the house. "Camryn!Get a glass of water" was the last thing I heard before I went unconcsious lying on the bathroom floor. You're probably wondering why the fuck that just happened and thinking I'm weird as fuck. But this is something that happens regurarly to me. Exactly 7 months, 2 weeks and 3 days ago, I was diagnosed with Leukaemia. I am currently on a waiting list for a bone marrow transplant and since I refuse chemo, there is not much anybody can do for me. Since I am only 17 there is a good chance that once I get this transplant then I am permantly cured which is amazing, there is only one problem..It's taking fucking ages and I'm only getting sicker. Almost every single person who know's I need it has been tested and that's mainly family. Nobody else really knows. Not even Lori, even though she has been my best friend since we were 7 years old and she knows absolutely everything else about me. Like we're talking about the girl I rang as soon as I got out of the shower the first time I shaved my legs and yet she doesn't know I have Leukaemia. The reason I haven't told anyone is because I don't want to be treated differently. I hate to think of not being asked to go out for a good night because I'm 'sick'. I don't want sympathy from people I have grown up with. I would rather spend the rest of my life with cancer than have anybody know and my family know's that.

Now that I have the whole Leukaemia thing off my chest a few more things you need to know about me is that my name is Aria James, I am seventeen years old, I live in Mullingar with my mother and my little brother, Camryn. He is 11 years old. My hobbies include getting really drunk, reading, music and smoking. But I am seriously trying to quit that last one. My best friend is Lori Cullivan and she lives 3 houses away from me. I have a lot of other friends as well. I'm not afraid to say that I am very popular and was always the 'cool' girl at school that everyone wanted to be friends with. I finished school in June but I'm not going to college until I am finished dealing with Leukaemia because my Mam thinks it would be stressful. When everyone asked me why I wasnt going to college in september I simply replied that I wasn't bothered, but I am very, very bothered. I might come off as some kind of junky but I'm actually really really smart and it's really annoying that cancer is fucking up school for me as well as everything else.

I opened my eyes to a concerned face from my mother. "Honey, you scared me!" was the first thing she said to me. "Sorry?" I mumbled, still not really knowing what the fuck was happenening. I still felt really dizzy. "Don't be sorry! How do you feel?" she enquired. "Eh fine,bit dizzy?" I answered. "Try drink some water and go to sleep" she suggested. "Alright,whatever.." "Aria?"  she asked in a worried voice. "What's wrong?" "Did you drink or smoke today?" she said so quietly I could hardly hear her. "Of course I didn't, don't be stupid?!" I quickly answered, hoping she would drop the subject. "Okay, goodnight then!" She said sounding a little happier.

The next morning I woke up and after showering decided to go to Lori's house to annoy her since I knew she would be hungover from last night. Her mother let me in and I ran up the stairs to find Lori in bed with her clothes on from last night. Without even thinking I shook her awake. "Fuck off!" was the only answer i got. "No I will not fuck off, I want to go to starbucks!" I whined. "Aria, some people are dealing with hangovers" she said sleepily. "But other peope aren't! How much can you drink on a wednesday night anyway?" I got no answer but snores.. "LORI CULLIVAN IF YOU ARE NOT UP AND DRESSED IN TWO MINUTES YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR TWO YEARS!" I screamed in her mothers voice. Lori was immediately up and dressed, she finally copped on and gave me a dirty look. "You are one gullible fucker" was all I had to say to her.

We eventually got to starbucks and were walking home talking about anything and everything when we noticed a group of teenage girls crowding around the estate entrance. "Wonder who's home" I said in a sarcastic voice. "What else could God do to make my head pound any harder, like seriously" was her answer. I laughed at her pain when she suddenly looked worried. "Fucking run and get them stashed cans before them ten year olds do!!" and she ran off with me following her crying with laughter. We got the cans out from behind her wall and under her bed safely. After deciding it was too warm to sit inside we went out and sat on her two deckchairs. "Fuck Aria, look" I looked up from my phone to the most beautiful emerald green eyes I had ever seen before in my life. The face to belonged to had a mouth and it smirked at me revealing two adorable dimples. I sat there with my mouth hanging open while he walked away. 

That was the first time I met Harry Styles. And I knew I wouldn't forget him.

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Aria is Cara Delevingne because let's face it, she's fucking beautiful.

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