(Stella's POV)

There I was , sitting in Harry Styles' car, off to a day of fun. I couldn't belive it, I was in utter shock. I have no idea how this happened, but I am so thankful.
Between secret glances I stole from him, I thought about the months and months I have been obsessing over my favorite band. They made me so happy, it was indescribable. I remember when I came home from a hard day at school, I would turn on my iPod speakers, jam out to One Direction, and immediately feel better.
The car suddenly came to a halt, pulling me out of my thoughts. Harry was already out of the car and opening my door before I could unbuckle my seat belt.
"Ready?", he said with a slight smile on his face.
"Yep!"
I got out of the car and started walking sis by side with him. He finally stopped at a restaurant and turned to me. "Want to get breakfast to start the day?"
I nodded my head. "I would love to. I am so sick of the gross hostpital food."
He chuckled as he opened the door, letting me walk in first.
Once we were seated across one another, it became a little awkward. I did not know what to say, and frankly, niether did he.
I cleared my throat, finally having something to ease the tension. "So, what do you have planned for today?"
He smiled, making me mentally swoon. "You will find out soon enough." He paused before adding, "Tell me about yourself."
I chewed on my lip as I thought where to begin. "Well, my name is Stella Hayden Miles, I am 17 years old, as of today. I have a passion for drawing. My favorite band is One Direction- obviously. A few weeks ago, I went to the doctor's for a check-up, and found out I had cancer."
I looked at the floor, embarrassed that I had to burden Harry with my depressing news.
Suddenly, I felt a big hand encase mine. I looked up and made eye contact with Harry.
"It's going to be okay.", he said, not breaking our gaze.
I shook my head, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. "No, it's not. I am going to die."
He was about to object, but was interrupted by our waitress. I watched as she kept her eyes glued on Harry, sticking out her chest, and pulling in her gut.
"Hi,I'm Amber. What can I get for you today?", she said directly to Harry.
He looked at me. "Stella, what would you like?"
I bit my lower lip, trying not to laugh when 'Amber' turned around and gave me a dirty look. "I think I'll get the chocolate chip pancakes.", I said, while handing her the menu.
After snatching it from me, she turned back to Harry."And for you, sir?"
"I'll have what she is having, thanks."
Once we were fully stuffed with food, Harry payed for the bill and we were on our way. I started walking back to his car, but soon realized he was walking the other direction. I quickly ran to him.
"Where are we going?"
He grew a huge grin. "How do you like shopping?"
* *
Fifteen minutes later, we were in the middle of a ginormous shopping mall. Harry instructed me to get anything that I wanted- it was on him. I tried objecting, but he would not listen, he completely insisted.
We walked up to the first store of the day- Top shop. I was about to walk in, but Harry blocked the doorway.
"There is a catch.", he said with a smile on his face.
I sighed. "Lay it on me."
"You are going to give me a fashion show."
I giggled at his immaturity and pulled him inside the store, instantly overwhelmed be the huge selection of apparel.
Once both of our hands were overflowing with clothes, we dumped it all into a dressing room and Harry sat himself on a chair outside. I got on my first outfit- a crop top and ultra high waisted shorts (all of which Harry picked out....), I stepped out from behind the curtains.
I smirked as Harry's eyes went wide. He nodded, showing liking to the hipster- slut outfit. I went back in, slipping on something that I picked out- a basic black dress with cut-outs on the back. I strutted out, curious to see Harry's opinion.
He stared intently untill he wiggled his finger telling me to turn around. "That's lovely.", he said after seeing the cut-outs. I just giggled and ran back in, exited to try on more clothes.
Three hours, and hundreds of dollars later, Harry and I were finally done shopping. We were about to leave the mall, but Harry spotted something and dragged me over to it.
I looked up at the photo booth that was right next to the exit of the mall.
"Come on, let's get one."' Harry said as he piled our bags inside.
I walked into the stuffy booth as Harry chose the frame. Moments later, we had two copies printed of the photos. One where we were smiling, one where we were making silly faces, and one where Harry was kissing my cheek. When we took the last one, I was suprised when I felt his lips on my face, not that I am complaining.
We finally left and walked back to his car. Once we somehow managed to fit all of the bags in the trunk, we got in our seats and Harry started the car. I realized how hungry shopping made me when my stomach decided to make an inhuman sound.
Harry chuckled. "I have the perfect place to take you."
He parkd once again and led me down the sidewalk. He stopped at a door with a big sign that said: "Mandeville Bakery."
I gave him a comfused look as we walked in. "I used to work here.", he explained.
I nodded my head. I should have figured that. When it was our turn to order, I turned to him. "What do you recommend?"
Harry thought for a moment until he had his 'aha' moment. He turned to the cashier. "2 profiteroles please.", he said as he opened his wallet to pay. I was tired of him paying for everything, but he insisted.
Once we were sitting down with huge creme puffs in front of us, Harry watched as I took the first bite.
"Is it good?"
I bobbed my head as I swallowed the delicious dessert. "Amazing.", I said once my mouth was free from food.
He smiled in achievement as he took a bite of his own. "So at breakfast you said you like to draw?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, I sketch and stuff. I am not that good or anything."
"I'd love to see it sometime."
I tried to hide my excitement as he said 'sometime', meaning we would see each other again. "Okay.", I said as I took another forkful from my plate.
Once we were finished, I reluctantly got into his car, knowing that I would have to go back to the hostpital.
We finally pulled up to the enormous building and Harry ran out to open my car door.
"Hey, can I get your number? Maybe we can hang out sometime.", he said shyly.
I smiled and gave him my phone and he gave me his. On the inside, I knew it was all an act. I knew he didn't enjoy spending time with me, I knew he didn't plan on seeing me again, and I knew he wouldn't want to hang out. I was a charity case, and he was just being nice. Why would he want to hang out with a dying girl who gets dozens of tests and shots a day when he could be with a beautiful madel who is in perfect condition. Exactly, he wouldn't.
Once we returned each other's phones, he pulled me in for a hug.
"Bye Stella. I hope you had a good birthday."
I held back my tears and gave him my best grin. "Thank you so much for everything. It means a lot."
He handed me all of my shopping bags, and I walked off into the hostpital.
I thought I would never see his face again.


(Harry's POV)

I enjoyed today more then I should have.
I felt like I could be myself with her, I felt like she liked me, not my fame. She was so real, and that was a breath of fresh air for me. She was just so... perfect.
I opened my wallet and snuck a peek at the picture of us in the photo booth. When my lips touched her cheek, I felt as if a lightning bolt surged through my veins.
I couldn't imagine all of the horrible things she had to go through every single day, and it was only the beginning. It broke my heart when she told me she was going to die- she looked so alive, she does not belong in a casket.
I had taken my job, fame, and fortune for granted, when there are people like her who don't even take each day for granted. Each breath.
At that moment, as I watched her slowly walk back into the hostpital, I made a promise to keep her happy and healthy.

A promise to keep her alive.

Notes

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