Never Is A Promise

Alysia watched from the doorway “Dusty!” I smiled at my nickname, different volleyball teams always the same nickname. I lay 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.

“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.”

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

I nodded smiling “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 I had leukemia and it had spread into lymphoma and I prepped and ready for the 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.”

“Ohh the cute boy with green eyes and curly hair in One Direction on the X-factor?”

“The very same”

“Ok they got 3rd!” Alysia squealed she was a Directioner, and I had been in and out of the hospital so much over the last year and a half, I never had time to even watch the boy I am in love with make it to the big time.

“Really? I always knew he was going somewhere”

“Wow you know him” Alysia shook her head in disbelief. I smiled, “Alright well go on, story time.”

I laughed nodded “Ok ok, so he was my boyfriend, well is I never technically broke up with him, but I left him so he was my boyfriend. So, basically we grew up together, he stuck with me thought the awkward pre-teen phase that lasted way to long. I was not the most attractive child I was pretty overweight, had short hair chopped off at my ears; it had always been frizzy, damaged and greasy. I wore the worst thick rimmed glasses, had braces and I seriously looked like I had tomato sauce smeared on all over my face. I was a total klutz, absolutely no feminine like curves, horrible fashion sense, I swear workout shirts are only for sleeping in, running in or playing sports. I had changed: a bit to say the least, but he was my friend and loved me all the same, I changed a lot last year during the summer.” Alysia laughed nodding as she looked at me now, even in my sickly state, I was a healthier weight and most of my weight was now in muscles. I wasn’t clumsy anymore but I still had my moments from time to time. I wore makeup I didn’t cake it on just brought out my eyes and lips a little with it, I had way better skin ‘pizza face’ was gone, as were the braces. And before the last chemo treatment my dark brown hair was long reaching down to my mid back in soft waves and it looked healthy not frizzy and greasy like it had. I had grown into a C cup and had some hips reasonably sticking with a size 6. I wasn’t a model but I was healthy. Alysia nodded smiling “So we grew up together and it was all during my awkward stage since it lasted 4 years. From 6th year to 10th it was all fun and giggles it was sweet and cute and romantic, the fairytale version of romance.” I stopped holding up my hand to show the ring on my finger “A forever and always promise” I heard Alysia ‘awww’ “It was Puppy love that well took a turn to something more real. We spent a year in each others arms every moment we could, we slept under the stars baked together, he worked in a bakery for a while, I am love him and he was in love with me. Then I got my test results, I had to get a physical for my volleyball team back in Holmes Chapel and they ran a blood test and it came back with the positive for a malignant form of leukemia. I was scared it had grown from my last physical the prior year to stage 3. I didn’t want to face it not with everyone I knew I didn’t want them to treat me differently I know my chances of living are slim to none and I’m not going down as the sick girl. I want them to remember Mick the one that cupped the principal’s office or Kole the girl that stated the epic food fight of 2009. Or Dusty the setter that was always in the bleachers chasing the wayward passes. I didn’t want to be Mickole the girl dying from leukemia. So I left. I never said why I never even spoke about it, My family and I just left to London, I’m closer to the treatment center and I got a new start where all you guy knew was that I’m Mickole the girl with cancer. I had a good run and you still saw who I was but you didn’t judge me or suddenly treat me differently because I’m sick. Everyone here knew I was sick from the beginning, I don’t expect you to understand or approve but I never told Harry either. We literally packed everything up one weekend when he was on vacation with his family and left.”

“Oh Micky you didn’t” I nodded “So what is your chance of survival?”

“Without this surgery 0% I’ll be dead between 3 weeks and 3 months. With 70% if its effective and works, that’ll be the hard part, is this surgery is extensive and experimental but if it works how we are hoping it to, and I keep up with my chemo then my chances of living will be better.”

The doctor poked his head in “Fifteen minutes Ms Dearth.” I nodded

“So why did you have to tell me this story now?”

“Because I have a 50% chance of making it through this surgery.”

“Way to forget that part of the story”

“Hey! 50% chance of getting a 70% chance to live or 50% chance that I die now instead of later in a hospital bed in pain.”

“Ok I see your point” I smiled.

“Good” I smiled “So the outcome of the surgery is all based on the after and how I react. After I’m going to be in an induced Coma for 6 months while they treat all the after effects and that will focus my body on healing. So I’m leaving this in your hands” I handed her an envelope addressed with stamps and all. “I’m leaving it in your care and you get to choose if you send it or not. It’s to Harry, addressed to his Holmes Chapel address. Its up to you, but just know if you send that, It’s meant to break his heart so he can get over me, if I don’t make it.”

The doctor walked in, I took a deep breath this was it I’d either wake up and be in remission or I wouldn’t wake at all. “Ready?” the doctor asked I nodded. He hooked up the anesthetic and knockout drug.

“Stay with me Alysia?” She nodded. I felt the drugs starting to work as my eyes closed sleepily “See you in 6 months, I hope.” I yawned snuggling deeper into the bed, my eyes closed “Send the letter if something goes wrong.” I could almost hear her nodding. “I love you Harry Styles,” I whispered as I drifted off hearing the ‘aww’ from Alysia as I fell asleep.

Notes

So this is my first fanfic on this site review let me know what you think. Also with each chapter I'll have a song in the title to go with it!


Sorry this chapter isn't very good the first few chapters are slow but it'll pick up I promise.

Sorry this chapter is short they get longer I promise!!!