JPOV (Jennifer's point of view)

The day the doctors told me I had breast cancer I was shocked.

But they told me there was a 50/50 chance that I would survive, so I stayed positive.

There was nothing I could change about it anyway except to be strong.

But the day the doctors told me that I had a bit less than a year to live, I was okay with it.

My body wasn't responding to the chemo anymore, and I was widely okay with the fact that by this time next year, I probably wouldn't be here anymore.

I had told no one, my parents were dead and my best friend Harry Styles was famous, with his band 'One Direction' I was so proud of him, but we barely talked.

And when we did I of sure wasn't going to tell him: "Ohh Harry have you heard, I've got cancer and I'm gonna die in a year."

That would be totally dumb, I knew I would try to avoid telling him, probably I was gonna die alone.

The doctors told me to go home, they said they would try a different type of chemo, but I could tell that they doubted I would manage to survive this.

The day turned 18 I had moved out of my guest family, my parents had died when I was 5 in car accident.

The guest family was nice, but we just didn't get along so well, after I had moved out I had never heard of them again.

The apartment I lived in was small, I was only a home tutor, so I couldn't afford to live in a fucking mansion.

But I was happy the way I lived, it was my own little world.

All over the wall were memory photos of my parents and of my childhood friends, and Harry.

I had known ever since I started school, we were friends since the beginning.

Ever since he had become famous we had barely seen each other, last time I had seen him was when he come home to Holms Chapel for Christmas four months ago.

We texted sometimes, meaning once a month or something.

Considering he was practically my only friend, I was very antisocial, I really missed him.

I wanted to tell him that I was sick, I was probably to scared that he would abandon me if I told him.

I couldn't lose my only friend.

At times I was so lonely it hurt, but mostly I didn't feel anything.

I was used to being alone.

It was the sad truth of the situation.

I sat at home and watched TV, some boring reality soap about to people fighting, when my phone rang.

I looked at the screen – anonymous.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hi Jen, it's Harry," I head a familiar husky sounding voice saying.

"Harry! Oh My God. How are you?" I asked, not believing he had actually called, normally I was the one that texted- or phoned him first.

"Oh, I'm good. Listen, can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, Harold. What's up?"

"I got a few weeks off and I'm here at the airport with no money on me, I lost my wallet, and mom isn't picking the phone up, could you come and pick me up?"

I smiled; I was like Harry to lose his wallet.

He had always been like this, losing things or forgetting where he put them.

It was one of the many things that made me like him so much.

Not like, like. But like, as a best friend.

We had grown up together, I had lived across the street and after my parents died I lived on the other side of town, but we never lost contact.

I still lived in Holms Chapel, it had always been my home and it would always be.

Whether I would die in one year or 70.

Holms Chapel would always be my home, like Harry would always be my best friend.

So I drove to the airport and looked around for Harry.

He had told me he would wait at on a bench at wing 1, so I drove there but no Harry was to be seen.

The only person sitting on a bench was a creepy looking man with a back hoddie, and the hood was pulled deep into his face.

The creepy man looked up and came towards my car, I had a mini heart attack, he was knocking on the car window and mouthing something, I didn't understand a word.

But then I saw the mans hair, curly.

Harry.

I stepped out of the car and quietly squeaked "Harry!"

He smiled and rapped his arms around me.

It felt good when he hugged me, it felt right.

"Hey Jen, I missed you, you know," he said whispering into my ear.

"You did allot to change it, but I missed you to."

"I'm sorry, you know with all the-"

He let go of me and looked into my eyes.

"It's okay, don't worry."

"But-"

"Harry, I understand. I just missed you, allot," I said forcing myself to look into his gorgeous green, blue eyes.

Behind us a car horn beeped and someone yelled: "Move!"

We looked at the man yelling then looked at each other, giggling.

"Get in," I said still smiling.

"To your command, boss."

Good old Harry, making a joke out of everything.

He wouldn't be joking if he knew that I was sick and going die.

I forced the thought out of my head and fake smiled.

Harry got in and sat into the passenger seat beside me.

I drove off.

"So how long are you staying?" I asked him.

"Well, depends how long do you want me to stay?"

"Harry, you know that I want you to stay for as long as possible," I said sad.

Probably this would be the last time I would ever see him.

Ever.

And that was really scary; it made me want to scream.

"I'm open, Si will call me when I have to come back. I guess it'll-," he looked at me worriedly, "Jen are you okay? You look really pale."

He noticed, oh god.

I couldn't tell him, not yet at least.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just the flu," I lied, knowing that I would have to tell him eventually.

I wanted to say goodbye to him properly, I wanted to say goodbye to him and tell him that I was sorry and he would always be my best friend, whether I was alive or dead.

I sighed.

As we sat there in the car I thought about the times we had spent together.

In middle school we both had this big obsession over 'High School Musical' and we would sit for hours in my room and just cut out pictures if the celebrities and stick them into a scrapbook.

Or my first heartbreak, he had slept at my place for one week and all we had done was eating ice cream and watching sad movies together.

All those little things, all those little moments I had with him made him so special to me.

For me he was Harry, not Harry Styles the member of One Direction.

While the car ride we talked about the most random things ever.

It was like the old times.

Good old times.

"I really missed you, Jen," he suddenly said while I was talking about Spaghetti.

"I know. I missed you too, Harry," I said.

Harry looked at me.

There was a weird expression in his eyes but I couldn't really figure out what that was supposed to mean.

We were driving past a beautiful meadow, yellow flowers grew everywhere and somewhere in the sky a bird flew around.

It was absolutely beautiful, every time I drove past this meadow it's beauty always struck me.

"I think this meadow is just absolutely beautiful, I love the yellow flowers growing everywhere," I said as I suddenly I felt an agonizing pain well up inside my stomach.

I drove at the side of the street and hit the break.

The pain was unbearable.

It was like a million knifes stabbing into my stomach.

I'd never felt something like it and that certainly meant something.

"Jen, what are you…" he started but I just ran out of the car and puked my guts out.

Only seconds later Harry was next to me and held my hair up.

He made shushing sounds what calmed me down a little.

The sour taste in my mouth was disgusting but familiar.

I breathed hard.

"I'm so sorry that you had to see this," I said ashamed.

If I carried on like this he would know everything soon.

Too soon.

The pain still there but much, much less.

"It's okay. Don't worry. I'll help you get into the car, I'm driving. I can bring you home, you'll feel better soon," he said looking very conserved and protective.

I doubted I would feel better soon, but I didn't want to ruin his speech.

"Thanks," I muttered quietly.

He put an arm around me and I leaned on him so he could help me walk.

He was so sweet to me, I didn't even deserve it.

I was lying to him; I was lying to my best friend in the whole wide world.

I was hiding the fact that I was probably gonna die soon.

I had to choose if I should tell him before I messed everything up.

I had to choose soon.

AN:

Sooo? What did you think?

Hope you like it, it literally took me 12 hours to write these 6 pages.

K. :D