Never Is A Promise : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Never Is A Promise : A One Direction Fan Fiction : Prologue

I got a test result I couldn't ignore, so I left. I left my home, my friends, and my boyfriend. I broke his heart when I left and he followed my advice, it made him famous. While I thought about him every day, he fought to forget me.

My name is Mickole and this is the story of how I broke Harry Styles heart.

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"Sorry?!" He rounded on me "Two and a half years, a letter, and a fake death later and all you can say is 'Sorry'!" He mocked me his eyes wild looking for something "You've changed Kole." 

"So have you" I whispered I didn't want to cause him any more pain "I hoped you'd have gotten over me. I didn't mean to reopen old wounds."

"I'd never get over you, you were mine, all mine" he trailed off whispering "Congrats Kole, you've broken my heart again," He turned away as tear formed in his eyes, storming off so I wouldn't see them fall.

"Let me know when you want me to fix it." I sighed shaking my head "Believe it or not Styles, but I still love you." 

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Was originally 'Sorry'

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I looked up to see my best friend Alysia watching me from the doorway “Dusty!” she sounded sad, I don't really blame her I looked pretty sick, and the hospital gown washed me out even more. All the same I smiled at my nickname, I had to stay positive that was the only way to get through this, besides I liked my nickname. I some how had ended up with the same nickname on both my volleyball teams.

Alysia came to sit next to me on the hospital bed it was just hours before the experimental procedure was going to take place. I had IV’s and cords and every kind of monitor they could think of hooked up to me. I'd call her to come in to hand her a responsibility in case the surgery didn't work.

“Hey Alysia, thanks for coming.” She shook her head.

“Oh Babe, don’t worry about it,” She said smiling taking a seat next to me. “Besides you had a story you wanted to tell me, and it sounded good.”

“Oh trust me it is. Its from before I moved to London.” I laughed at her never ending intrigue with gossip. 

“Wait a story about your past!” Alysia asked her eyes going wide.

I nodded smiling I'd never brought up my life before I'd moved to London a year and a half ago “Hey now, it’s a good story and I’m only telling you because I may never get the chance again and I want someone to be able to recount it to the person it needs told to.” Alysia nodded understanding that I trusted her with this story because the odds were against me in every way.

I may have forgotten to mention this but I have leukemia and it's spread into lymphoma, stage 4 for both I was prepped and ready for the all expenses paid extensive and experimental surgery that was currently my only option of living. If I had the surgery I had a better chance of living 70% instead of the current well 0% I’d be dead in 3 months in my current state. So I was telling someone my story so they could tell him I was sorry.

“Its started before anyone outside of our small town knew his name. It started on the rooftop of my garage and the riverside in the park. With cuddling and baking brownies together, baking flour fights. With flowers and chocolates, a cat and cute nicknames. With sweet kisses and holding hands. Young love, the naïve promises of forever and always that would never last. That’s how it started; then I broke his heart, not on purpose mind you, but when I cowardly decided to leave. I live well used to live in Holmes Chapel, that’s where it started. So here you go the story of how I broke Harry Styles heart.”