Strum *completed*

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  • Published: 2 Oct 2012
  • Updated: 13 Jul 2014
  • Status: Complete
This is my first fan fiction please no hate.

Missy just moves to Doncaster with her two parents who are hardcore excersize fanatics. She knows no one but she does get along well with the people from her new town. Within her first week she has shown up the schools best quarterback and has also made a new friend in the music store. With a passion for music, sports, and performance she finds herself becoming more comfortable with her new way of life. For the longest time her love for music was hidden but what will happen when she lands a job at the music store and ends up running into some very famous boys with a need to find a new opening act for there new tour... Read for more!!


42. Two Words

Missy POV

"I..." I stammer

What da faq just happened!

"I... I can't..." I whisper before running out of the room. Leaving Harry and the rest of my old friends behind. I seen the look of pain on Harry's face, and it killed me. But I just CAN'T.

I should have never shown up. Now everyone knows who I am. Now everyone will know when I disappear again.. This time for good. I hear footsteps running behind me but I don't stop running. I run all the way to my house. Tears streaming down my face. Sobs escaping my lips.

*Ring* *Ring*

I slam my door shut. I pull out my phone and look at the caller I.D.

'Uncle Si'

"Hello." I answer after the third ring.

"Hello Missy, are you alright, I was watching the interview and I seen everything. What happened?" Simon asks sympathetically. Simon is the only one besides my parents who knows about my condition.

"H-he asked me... to marry him." I sob

"I know sweetheart."

"Why now?!" I gasp.

"Listen Missy, I think you need to do what your heart wants. Don't think about what's going on in your life just think about whether or not you want to marry Harry. I know that you love him. And the entire world knows that he loves you. But is Harry the boy you want to spend your life with?" Simon asks. Dammit I hate when he does this.

"Simon.. can you maybe give me Harry's number... I can't say it to his face." I whisper.

"Sure thing darling, its..."

Harry POV

"I... I can't..." She whispers... Those words... They cut through me like a knife. I ruined everything. Tears pricked at my eyes as the love of my life fleed the room.

"Go after her mate." I hear a soft voice come from behind me. I looked to see the lads looking at me with small sad smiles. I nod before standing up and running after her.

I see her body moving swiftly through the crowded streets. No one payed any attention to her. Or to me rather. I just ran after her. When she turned down a street I turned down the exact same street. I saw her run to a buiding. I followed her in. Slowing my pace, I watched which door she walked into and I stopped. What am I going to say?

I'm sorry? ... She hates that.

I love you? ... She doesn't feel the same... WAIT! She said she loves me... Then why...?

I walk towards the door and I hear a faint voice.

"Simon.. can you maybe give me Harry's number... I can't say it to his face." I hear quietly... Say what to my face!

I take the leap. I knock lightly on the door. I hear a sharp intake of breath. Light footsteps cautiosly approaching the door. The knob turning slowly.

"What are you doing here..." She whispers. More tears streaming down her thin pale face. Phone still in hand.

"I need a reasoning." I state. "I can't think that you just don't love me anymore. You said back there that you do still love me." I feel a single tear escape regretably.

"Come in..." She walks away from the door. I step in closing the door behind me. I look around. Dark purple walls painted with graffiti designs all around her living room. Words of hope and meaning dancing around the room. A black leather couch placed infront of a small glass table. A tv on the other side. "Sit." She gestures to the couch. I take a seat and look at her.

"I never said I don't love you Harry." She starts. "I just... There is more of a reasoning for the choices that I have made."

"You said something came up... That, that was why you were going to live with your parents."

"Yeah... Do you remember that weekend when I got really sick on tour and so we had to take me to the hospital? But there was a concert so just I went?" She looks down at her thumbs. She sits down on the floor, next to the white curtains cascading from the top of the wall window.

"Yeah I remember. You said it was just a flu. That they gave you some medicine and everything was fine." I respond... what is going on..

"It... It wasn't... JUST a flu..." She explains.

"Then what was it?" I ask slowly.

"It was... and still is..." She chokes.

"Hey... hey don't cry..." I coo getting up and sitting next to her. Placing my hand on her back. Rubbing tiny comforting circles.

"I have..." She stands up and walks to the edge of the curtain. She pulls the side that is still placed over the wall away. Revieling two words. Two words that I never thought I would see. Two words that were killing the girl I love. And two words... two words that had her frightened.

"Why... why didn't you tell any of us..." I whisper.

"I was afraid... I didn't want to be treated differently." She explains. "I have been going to numerous doctors. The money from the tour has helped pay for treatments. But that doesn't mean I'm fine. Cause there is a 4 in 10 chance that it can come back."

"Not even 50%." I state.

"But not highly unlikely that it won't come back." She whispers looking into my eyes.

"You have to tell the rest of them." I whisper walking closer to her.

"I... I can't..." She sighs.

"Why not?" I snap. "You told me didn't you?"

"That's different Harry, you asked me to marry you, and I couldn't just say no without having a reason. Since I kinda just admitted my feeling to you on live television." She storms out of the room. I follow her. She goes into a room that I realize is her room once I walk through the door.

Purple walls only a few shades lighter than the living room. Only a single word written on these walls. The wall above her bed, cascading across, read the word LOVE. Pictures of the tour were placed everywhere. Pictures of the lads and I. Pictures of the girls. All smiles. Pictures of the two of us. Smiling. Holding hands. Me kissing her cheek. Every picture that we had ever taken was pasted on that wall. I walked over to it to realize that the pictures weren't just placed to the wall but that they had been made into the wall. A double bed placed in the middle of a wall. Purple and gold pillows. White bed spread. A small vanity, holding a single picture. It was of all of us. Me, Zayn, Liam, Louis, Niall, Kierstin, Sarah, Perrie, Danielle, and Missy. It was from one of the days in the recording studio. My arms wrapped around Missy's tiny waist, holding her close to me. A true smile pasted on each of our faces.

"That's my favorite picture." She says sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Why does it matter if we get married." I whisper.

"Harry... I am not going to marry you and then leave you."

"Well, answer me this... Do you love me."

"Of coures I do Harry."

"How much?"

"More than anyone, you're my world, without you I am nothing. I wasn't myself without you."

"So let's do it, let's get married. Don't think about your condition, just think about us, think about the life you want." I walk over to her as I say this. I hold out the box. Opening the lid again. "Marry me."


"No, don't think, do you want to be my wife?"

"Yes... but..."

"Missy, you are so stubborn," I chuckle. "I love you, and together we can get through this. You are not leaving this world, and you are not leaving me." I grab her in my arms. Her thin ones wrapping around me tightly.



*Authors note*

Anyone see that coming?


What do you think Missy has? Will she be alright? Will she be the 4 out of 10? Or will she be of the lucky 6?

Thanks for reading, please comment!


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