He Saved Me
Chapter 1
(Stella's POV)
I was idly sketching on the uncomfertable bed that has been my only companian for the last month when I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in!", I said, not looking up from the handsome face on the paper that was staring back at me.
I heard the door open and the familiar sound of heels clicked over to mr bed. I finally looked up, happy to see my favorite nurse, Stacy.
"How are ya feeling, Stell?", she said as she started hooking some machines up to my arm.
I was so used to the precedure that she did not have to tell me what she was doing.
I shrugged, trying to direct my gaze anywhere but at the needle she was sticking in my arm. "I'm fine."
After a few moments, she had gathered my blood sample and thrown away the dirty needle.
I continued to scetch, fully aware that Stacy was looking over my shoulder.
"You are drawing that boy, from that band, right?"
I nodded. "Harry Styles."
Stacy chuckled. "I wouldn't have guessed that you're a fan."
I smirked at her teasing. Anybody that stepped a foot inside my hostpital room would know that I adore One Direction. I covered pretty much every bare surface with their posters. It was comforting, having the boys I idolize surround me 24/7. Especially with all i was going through.
I looked at my watch, realizing how late it was. "Do you know where my parents are? I haven't seen them for a few hours."
Stacy quickly shook her head and made her way to the door. "Sorry, haven't seen them. I'm sure they'll be back soon."
I watched her figure disappear out into the hall, leaving me alone once again with my sketch pad, pencil, and hundreds of pictures of my favorite people in the world.
(Harry's POV)
"You boys can have a 10 minute break!", our producer told us from outside our recording studio.
We quickly files out of the cramped room, all of us needind a breack from the long hours of singing.
I sat down on one of the couches with the rest of the boys following.
"So, Harry-", Liam began, making sure he had my full attention. "- your birthday is in 2 days. What do you have planned?"
I was about to speak, but Louis fake cried into my shoulder, mumbling about how he could not believe I was going to be 18.
I nudged louis off of me and looked back at Liam. "I was thinking we could all go to a club or something."
There was a choras of agreements from the other 4 boys.
Suddenly, our producer came back into the room.
I was about to protest that it had not been 10 minutes yet, but he spoke before I could.
"Harry, you have a voicemail from someone.", he said while putting the phone on speakerphone.
Everyone stopped talking to listen to the message, curious as to who it was and what they wanted.
"Hi Mr. Styles. My name is Eddie Miles. Our daughter, Stella, has just been diagnosed with a rare type of cancer, and it has not been determined if it is treatable or not. The doctor predicted that she is only going to live for another year, tops. Stella is a huse fan and won't stop talking about you. She recently mentioned that you share the same birthday, and how lucky she was to be able to celebrate the same day as you. My wife and I love our daughter so much, and we were wondering if you could possibly stop by at the hostpital to visit her on her birthday. We just want her to have one last happy memory. Unfortunately, her medical bills are overwhelming, so we can't pay you much. I completely understand if you can't, I am sure you are very busy. I hope to here from you soon. Bye."
The message ended, and I soon realized I had 4 pairs of eyes glued to me.
"So? Are you going to visit her?", Niall said after a moment.
I did not have think about it long at all. "Of coaurse not."
Everyone looked appalled. "Why not?", Zayn asked.
"Because I do not want to be surrounded by sick people on my birthday. Plus they are not even going to pay me.", I said as I stood up and smoothed out my pants. "So are we going to record or what?"
I walked back into the recording studio and 3 others came in after me.
I stuck my head out, and spotted Louis, still planted on the couch.
"Are you coming?", I said annoyed.
Louis shook his head. "I am not going anywhere until you agree to visit that girl."
I took a deep breath, trying to hold in my urge of punching him in the face. "Stop being immature, Lou. Get in the studio."
Just as I had expected, Louis stayed where he was. "Not until you agree."
I realized that he wouldn't budge until I gave in, so I did. "Fine. But only for 5 minutes."
I watched Louis do a little cheer as he joined the rest of us in the studio.
If only I had known that I had just made the best decision of my life.
I was idly sketching on the uncomfertable bed that has been my only companian for the last month when I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in!", I said, not looking up from the handsome face on the paper that was staring back at me.
I heard the door open and the familiar sound of heels clicked over to mr bed. I finally looked up, happy to see my favorite nurse, Stacy.
"How are ya feeling, Stell?", she said as she started hooking some machines up to my arm.
I was so used to the precedure that she did not have to tell me what she was doing.
I shrugged, trying to direct my gaze anywhere but at the needle she was sticking in my arm. "I'm fine."
After a few moments, she had gathered my blood sample and thrown away the dirty needle.
I continued to scetch, fully aware that Stacy was looking over my shoulder.
"You are drawing that boy, from that band, right?"
I nodded. "Harry Styles."
Stacy chuckled. "I wouldn't have guessed that you're a fan."
I smirked at her teasing. Anybody that stepped a foot inside my hostpital room would know that I adore One Direction. I covered pretty much every bare surface with their posters. It was comforting, having the boys I idolize surround me 24/7. Especially with all i was going through.
I looked at my watch, realizing how late it was. "Do you know where my parents are? I haven't seen them for a few hours."
Stacy quickly shook her head and made her way to the door. "Sorry, haven't seen them. I'm sure they'll be back soon."
I watched her figure disappear out into the hall, leaving me alone once again with my sketch pad, pencil, and hundreds of pictures of my favorite people in the world.
(Harry's POV)
"You boys can have a 10 minute break!", our producer told us from outside our recording studio.
We quickly files out of the cramped room, all of us needind a breack from the long hours of singing.
I sat down on one of the couches with the rest of the boys following.
"So, Harry-", Liam began, making sure he had my full attention. "- your birthday is in 2 days. What do you have planned?"
I was about to speak, but Louis fake cried into my shoulder, mumbling about how he could not believe I was going to be 18.
I nudged louis off of me and looked back at Liam. "I was thinking we could all go to a club or something."
There was a choras of agreements from the other 4 boys.
Suddenly, our producer came back into the room.
I was about to protest that it had not been 10 minutes yet, but he spoke before I could.
"Harry, you have a voicemail from someone.", he said while putting the phone on speakerphone.
Everyone stopped talking to listen to the message, curious as to who it was and what they wanted.
"Hi Mr. Styles. My name is Eddie Miles. Our daughter, Stella, has just been diagnosed with a rare type of cancer, and it has not been determined if it is treatable or not. The doctor predicted that she is only going to live for another year, tops. Stella is a huse fan and won't stop talking about you. She recently mentioned that you share the same birthday, and how lucky she was to be able to celebrate the same day as you. My wife and I love our daughter so much, and we were wondering if you could possibly stop by at the hostpital to visit her on her birthday. We just want her to have one last happy memory. Unfortunately, her medical bills are overwhelming, so we can't pay you much. I completely understand if you can't, I am sure you are very busy. I hope to here from you soon. Bye."
The message ended, and I soon realized I had 4 pairs of eyes glued to me.
"So? Are you going to visit her?", Niall said after a moment.
I did not have think about it long at all. "Of coaurse not."
Everyone looked appalled. "Why not?", Zayn asked.
"Because I do not want to be surrounded by sick people on my birthday. Plus they are not even going to pay me.", I said as I stood up and smoothed out my pants. "So are we going to record or what?"
I walked back into the recording studio and 3 others came in after me.
I stuck my head out, and spotted Louis, still planted on the couch.
"Are you coming?", I said annoyed.
Louis shook his head. "I am not going anywhere until you agree to visit that girl."
I took a deep breath, trying to hold in my urge of punching him in the face. "Stop being immature, Lou. Get in the studio."
Just as I had expected, Louis stayed where he was. "Not until you agree."
I realized that he wouldn't budge until I gave in, so I did. "Fine. But only for 5 minutes."
I watched Louis do a little cheer as he joined the rest of us in the studio.
If only I had known that I had just made the best decision of my life.
4/16/13