finding jamaica // h.s.

neuf

anna's p.o.v.

the day after i got the phone call telling me i had cancer i booked an appointment to see a doctor so they can tell me the specific details. nothing fancy, just something nearby. harry wanted to spend time with me but he had to do some recording at a local studio.

as i sat in my car setting up my music i decided to put the top down because, with only three years or less left, i needed to start living life to the fullest. the funny thing is, i don't feel sick at all. i mean, i know i have an awful disease trapped inside me, but i feel at peace and everything is going to be fine.

i drove to the clinic that's a few miles away and i parked in a spot close to the entrance. i walked in and signed in and sat down to wait for my name to be called.

waiting. that's the worst part.

"anna abner?" a lady with red hair, holding a clipboard, and wearing yellow scrubs stood in the doorway of the waiting room.

"yes?" i stood up and walked towards her.

"i'm elsie! follow me please." she smiled, turned around and started walking down the hall and taking me to a room. "right in here ma'am." she gestured and patted the plastic covered chair as if to say 'sit here'. so i did.

it's hard to get comfy in one of these chairs. especially knowing where you are, what you know, and what's going to be done. i can't help but imagine who else has sat in this same chair as me. maybe they were cured, or maybe they weren't.

the nurse elsie then began to ask me questions and i answered them. after that she told me a doctor would be in soon to see me. now, i'm sat here left alone in this awful plastic chair. as i moved my body to look at the artwork on the walls the paper crinkled underneath me. the door opened and in came a chubby, little old man in a doctor's coat that almost touched the floor because of how short he was.

"miss abner?" he questioned.

"i'm afraid that me." i sadly smiled.

"we have a lot to talk about." he stated.

"i was afraid you were going to say that." i sighed.

harry's p.o.v.

this morning i woke up before everyone and took my bike to the studio so i could have some time to myself. on my way there i stopped by the café where anna and i first met. it seems so weird that we've only known eachother for only two weeks and we're already best friends. if she only has three years left to live i would marry her in a heartbeat.

when i entered the studio i sat at the piano and just started to play a few notes i thought of in the shower.

"we got to get away." i sang and repeated that phrase over and over again, tears falling from my eyes. after a while i had full lyrics and i knew what i wanted to do with the song but i had to wait for the rest of the band to get here until we could record it. in the meantime i pulled out my notebook, opened it up to the song i started to write for anna, and i picked up my guitar.

right as i was about to start strumming the door opens to my friends walking in. "mitch, i'm not saying you farted! i asked if you cut the cheese for the sandwiches. i meant it quite literally not metaphorically." adam yelled whilst laughing.

"well how am i supposed to know that??" a confused mitch trailed behind him.

"hey guys." i quickly wiped the tears from my eyes.

"oh hey!" jeff said as he patted my back as he walked to set his stuff down on the desk.

we all greet one another, then i showed them the song i had just come up with and they all loved it. we began to record right away. once all the music was recorded i stepped in the recording booth to do my part.

after i sang the last part of the song i just sighed and a single tear slipped from my eye. "you okay buddy?" adam asked as i walked out.

"yeah, i'm fine! just an emotional song." i answered. the subject of cancer has had its toll on me. losing my step dad robin was really hard and now knowing anna has it and that she couldn't be taken from me too, it's getting to me.

thinking too much, i leave the room and find a chair in a different, bigger room. a room that's easier to think in. i was thinking about going outside but it was too busy. i leant my head back against the wall and cross my arms only to be startled by the door slamming open. my body jolted up to a standing position and i see anna standing in the doorway breathing heavily.

"anna! what are you doing here?" i started to walk towards her but she put her hands out to stop me.

"stop. you might want to sit down for this." she said as she pushed me back down into my seat.

"what is it? you're worrying me." i looked back and forth between her beautiful brown eyes and held onto her arms as she stood in between my legs.

"well, don't." she looked back at me putting one of her hands on my face.

"anna, you're ill. i have the right to be worried." i said as i grabbed her hand from my face and held it.

"actually, you don't." a smile started to creep onto her face like she had been trying to keep it from happening. "it was a misdiagnosis." i'm confused and i stare into her eyes as if i'm begging for an explanation. "harry, i don't have cancer. i'm perfectly fine. it was all a mistake." she said, answering the many questions running through my mind.

i ran my hands down my face and smiled as big as i could. "really? you're absolutely sure?" i asked her with hope in my voice.

she lowered herself so she was kneeling in between my legs and she grabbed my face and put her forehead to mine. "yes harry. i'm absolutely sure." she chuckled. i pulled away just enough to look at her and smile.

she had the biggest grin on her beautiful face. i stood up and picked her up off the ground and spun her around. when i put her down, her arms stayed wrapped around my neck and my arms still around he torso. she looked up at me and draped her hand on the back of my neck, but i pulled away.

why did i pull away? whenever i felt like we were going to kiss she would always put her hand on my neck but i wanted to be the one who did that. i wanted to pull her in. i wanted to take her by surprise. she told me that in her past relationships she was the one who did all the work, she put in all the effort and didn't get any in return. if anna and i turn into an 'us' i want her to know what a real relationship should be like. i want to show her how much she really deserves.

that's why i pulled away.

that, and mitch walked in the room looking for me. i can never get a moment to myself anymore.

"oh, hi. sorry. i'll go." he stood there awkwardly and then quickly left without another word.

"sorry about that." i chuckled as i scratched the back of my neck. "how about i make it up to you by taking you out like i promised? we can also celebrate! if you don't want dinner that fine. i actually had something much better in mind if that's ok with you." i smirked.

"your ideas are wonderful so i'm sure anything you come up with will be perfect." she smiled and pecked my cheek, having to stand on the tips of her toes to reach. "well, i'll let you get back to work. i have to go and tell lacie now." she said grabbing my hand.

"wait, you haven't told lacie yet?! but she's your best friend why would you tell me first?" i ask.

"i have my priorities." she winked and then she let go of my hand as she walked away.

our whole encounter made my day a whole lot better and now i had to plan out our date.

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did y'all really think i was one of those writers who like tragedy???well, if you did think that then you thought wrong;)

much love,

xx C