He Saved Me

(Harry's POV)

Two days quickly passed by and it was finally my birthday.
Unfortunately, I was not very excited for everything on my agenda.
I grunted as I got out of my king-sized bed. I was not looking forward to going to the hostpital at all.
It's not that I am a cold-hearted jerk who has no feelings, it's just that I get a little creeped out when I am near sick people. Maybe it's just me, but being around death really isn't my favorite thing to do. The sanitized scent burned my nose, the sounds of people screaming in another room makes me shiver, and the flickering lights make me feel like I am in a horror movie. I just hate it.
I took a quick shower and got dressed. I planned on stopping by bright and early, just to get it over with.
Once I was fully clothed, I hopped in my car and began my drive to the London Hostpital.
A few minutes later, I got a parking spot and made my way to the doors.
When the whiff of disinfectant and disease filled my nose, I knew I was in the right place.
I walked to the front desk, where a bored- looking lady was typing on the computer. When she realized someone was in her presence, she looked up at me.
"May I help you, sir?", she said blandly.
"Yeah, Im looking for-", I paused to look down at the name I scribbled on a piece of paper. "Stella Miles."
The woman checked her computer. "Room 302. Go down the hall and make a left."
I quickly thanked her and was on my way. When I reached her room, I saw 2 people standing outside of her door. They looked up at me and their worried faces brightened into happy smiles.
"Mr. Styles, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to us, to Stella.", the woman said to me.
I shrugged. "I can't stay long, I have other appointments."
"I am sure you do. Just a few seconds would make Stella happy."


(Stella's POV)

"....Happy birthday dear stella, happy birthday to you!", my parents, Stacy, and a few other nurses sang to me.
I smiled as I looked down at the cake they presented me.
' Happy 17th Birthday Stlla, and many, many more.'
I felt a little sickened by the words on the cake. Everyone knew I was not going to have many more birthdays. This would most likely be my last birthday. No matter how hard they tried, they could not hide the fact that I was dying. Sure, I had only been diagnosed with cancer 1 month ago and I was still healthy looking, but in a few more months, I would be nothing. Skin and bones, if that.
I hid my true feelings and plastered on a smile. "Thank you so much!"
My parents began making eye contact and mouthing things to each other. "Sweetie, we will be right back. Your present will be here any minute."
I nodded as Stacy strapped a heart monitor around my arm. Even if it was my birthday, I still had to take billions of tests and have trillions of shots.
I looked up when I heard the door handle twist. I expected to see my parents walk in with a few wrapped gifts in their hands, but no, someone else walked through that door.
And that someone was Harry Styles.
When I laid my eyes on him, for first time not being on a computer screen or poster, my heart literally skipped a beat. And if you do not believe me, ask everyone else in the room, who heard my heart moniter beep.


(Harry's POV)

I walked into the small room, and peered at one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen.
I had expected a frail, dying child, but I was greeted with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned teenager.
"You're... Harry Styles.", she stated after a few moments of analyzing me, trying to figure out if I was really there, or just a figment of her imagination.
Suddenly, I felt myself loosen up and not feel so hateful. I walked over to her bed and gave her a gentle smile. "Happy birthday, Stella."
She blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. "T-thank you. You too.", she stuttered, still not believing that I was really standing in front of her.
Her parents came in, overjoyed that their daughter's wish came true.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Styles. You have done such a nice deed.", her dad said as he motioned for the door, signaling that I could leave.
I felt a pang of guiltiness, fully knowing that I was actually forced into coming. "It's my pleasure. If you do not mind, I would like to spend the day with Stella."
I tried to hide a smirk when I heard the girl choke on her breath.
I watched as her parents' eyes widened. "You do not have to do that. I thought you said you had other plans?", her dad replied.
I shook my head. "Nope, I just realized that I am free the whole day."
The man exchanged glances with one of the nurses who was fiddling with a machine.
She looked at me. " I still have to give Stella a few tests. It might take a while."
I shrugged. "I'll wait."
Moments later, I was sitting in the waiting room, my mind flowing with questions.
Why did I just do that? Where am I going to take her? What changed my mind?
I sat there for a little longer than an hour, and I still had not come to a conclusion. All I know is, that beautiful girl encased in medical supplies triggered it all.
Finally, I heard a door open and a figure walk towards me. I could not really see much of her while she was sitting in her bed, but when she was standing up, I got a full view. She had long skinny legs, a flat stomach, and a small, yet perky chest. I had never seen a girl look flawless in leggings, Uggs, and a sweatshirt until now.
I got up and walked towards her. "Ready?"
She smiles and nodded quickly.
After she signed herself out of the hostpital, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to my car. Once we were both buckled and the engine was revving, I turned my head to look at her.
"I am going to make this the best day of your life."

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