Your not bad.

Chapter 1: notes

Harry P.O.V

my dream was never to be this big, at most my dreams where to get married and have children, but know everything has changed, every girl wants me. I think its amazing that im going to go in history, what ever I do someone will know. I never asked to be this way, I never asked to be this, so why do I have to do a make a wish donation. I walked into her room. she was smiling, "can I talk to harry alone please?" she asked. we all said sure. they stepped out and she started talking "you don't want to be here, do you?" she asked. how did she know. "I know because I love you harry." she said. "how" I asked. "I know harry im ugly and sick, I never had my first kiss, please just this one thing." she said. I leaned over and kissed her. I felt she was right, but I dint say anything.i walked around a zombie for days till I went back to see her. "harry, I thought you did not like it here" she said. she had hair, it was blonde. " I couldn't stop thinking about what you said, you look much better now" I said."yeah they have tried this new treatment. I hope to get most of my hair back soon, they say that if you have a positive outlook on thing it will turn out good for you" she says grabbing a book from under the hospital bed. "What is that?" I ask eyeing the dark maroon notebook. " its every single song i wrote when i was in here. I've got lots of them" she smiles handing me the book. I read through them. There is one id consider writing over for the band. "Whats this about?" I ask pointing to it. " oh thats one i wrote when i had my boyfriend in 8th grade." She luaghed. I look down and just keep going through the pages. "Can i ah borrow this one?" I ask. "Yes, take the book, harry" she says. "Well I've got to get going, i will get this back to you" i say and she nods waving bye. I walk out the room and go to my place with Lou. I walk in and sit at the piano, to try to work with her written songs. "Hey harry, we have a party tonight at zayns place..." Lou walks in. " I've got some work to do so i will skip this one" i say analyzing her notes on the song. " harry, for bloody hell, live a little you have gotten so uptight lately, and you've been visiting that cancer patient and haven't been leaving" he goes on. " I'm not, i just found a really good song that could work for the album. Shes helping me so you should be glad" i say. " harry, shes gotten you! " he walks away blabbing some rubbish. I finally get the note on the piano. I fall asleep on the piano and then rush the next morning to the hospital.

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