500 days with Cancer (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

They say everyone lived for a reason. Amber didn't know hers. Parents passed away, bullied by the whole school, and the worse, diagnosed with Cancer. She only wanted one thing; to reach her dream of being a singer.


7. Chapter 7.


Amber's POV

"Ugh my head hurts." I sat up, complaining that my head is throbbing awfully. I felt weak and knackered today. I don't feel like going to school. There were grey bags under my eyes. My lips were dry and terribly pale.

"I think you drank 4 bottles of alcohol last night. Hangover, love." Chloe informed, helping me to get up my bed.

"What? 4 bottles? I don't remember a single thing?" Did I? All I remembered was I rock out on stage- Oh...it was my room.

"That's the power of alcohol, hun."

"I wasn't that drunk though."

"Amber, you screamed 'I'M GOING TO NARNIA' then you ran into your walk-in closet." Chloe reacted the scene I did when I was drunk though I couldn't remember a single thing.

"Did I?" I laughed hysterically at her even if my head still pounds awfully.

"You even thought that the coat hanger was Harry so you started to brutally punch and kick it. So I had to get a new one." Chloe's face was priceless. My drunk self was priceless. Oh yeah I forgot, I'm mad at Harry. Good thing I'm weak enough to go to school and see the despised face of his. Yeah, I'm despising Harry 'cause of the fact he betrayed me. I also blame myself for falling into his remarkable prank.

"What's for breakfast?" I questioned, slowly getting off of my bed and heading downstairs.

"We got oatmeal." I felt annoyed in disappointment. Oatmeal? Really? Chloe doesn't care 'bout me that much?

"Oatmeal, how lovely." I rolled my eyes, obviously disappointed.

"C'mon don't be Ms. Choosy. It's healthy. By the way, you'll have your first chemotherapy and check-up with the doctors today. It's both once every other day so you'll get chances to be either late in school or not going to classes at all." Ugh, I hate being ill. So many check-ups.

"Not going sounds like a better idea." I smirked at myself.

After the not-so satisfying meal, I headed upstairs, still feeling the hangover. I took a warm shower and changed into a long-sleeved black & white shirt that reached my elbows, skinny jeans and my black converse. I'm so out of myself right now but it literally felt good to be out. My hair was straight-I don't know what happened- and layered with black and blonde locks. 

I put on some thick eyeliner and mascara. I really look good on my style right now. I don't care what people say. Right now, I won't care about the aggresive society.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Chloe hissed.


"Why are you wearing things like that?" She narrowed her eyes at me and shaking her head.

"This is the old me. The real me. And this...is how I feel of styling myself right now. After all the lies of Styles. I'm staying away."

"Can you tell me what exactly happened?" She pointed her index finger right through me.

"Well he set me up. All of this lovey dovey stuff was all fake. He's fake. He even auditioned me for the X-Factor so he can embarass me infront of thousands of people..." I stated.

"I honestly think your reason is so shallow, hunny."

"What made you say that?" I questioned.

"Who gave you an idea to come up that Harry is setting you up?" She glared at me deeply.


"Seriously, Amber. Someone told you. Who is it?"


"BRIANNA?! THAT BITCH? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HER?! ARE YOU A RETARD ENOUGH TO LISTEN TO HER?!" Chloe grabbed my face and looking directly into my eyes with disappointment in her emotions.

"I wasn't thinking. I-I didn't know."

"You didn't know because you have a large amount of pride! You want yourself to be accurate about Harry setting you up and I can't believe you fell for her joke! That's so stupid, Amber! You got to apologize to Harry."

"What if I'm right?"

"You are not, Amber."

"WHAT IF?" I repeated.

"Then I'll be the first to kick his ass. But I'm sure he was sincere with all the happenings around. Trust me, Amber."

"Alright." I finally agreed. But still, I have doubts in my mind.

Harry's POV

"Harry, wake up, my cupcake." Louis cheekily mumbled, poking my shoulder.

I let a groan out and turned my back towards him. I felt heavy and knackered. I can't seem to handle school today.

"C'mon. I promise everything will be alright. Just stay around us. Be cheeky infront of the boys so they won't notice."

I slowly sat up. My head was very heavy. I walked up to the mirror and I looked terrible.

"What the hell just happened to me?" My eyes widen.

"You weren't sober enough to handle 5-7 bottles of beer, Harry."

"Damn. Amber just..." I said but cutted myself. I can't deal with Amber right now. I feel so horrid.

"Amber just?" Louis raised an eyebrow.

"She just started to despise me and I don't know what lead her to thinking that I've set her up!"

"Want me to talk to her?" Louis suggested.

"Nah, it'll just make things worse."

"But it'll clear everything. Trust me, you wouldn't want Brianna by your side right?"

"Why was Brianna in our subject?" I asked.

"Well, you know she's too clingy when it comes to you so that'll just give advantage to her if you gave up over Amber."

"She doesn't even know about Amber yet."

"Touché. But..." Louis cut himself.

"But what?"

"Nevermind. Just prepare and let's go before were late."

I agreed and headed to fix my horrid self.


"Could you tell us what clearly is happening?" Liam begged and looked me directly at my eyes. For sure, my secret will be known. I knew I'm not very good at hiding secrets.

"Uh...I-I d-don't know." I mumbled, fidgeting my fingers. My mind can't work properly right now. It's also because Amber wasn't here and she probably hates me so she's now starting to avoid me.

"God damn it, Harry! Could you just tell us what's happening?!" Zayn stood up and yelled in my face.

"Amber hates him." Louis answered.

"And what the hell does that do with you?" Zayn asked in frustration.

"IT'S BECAUSE I LIKE AMBER AND SHE HATES ME!" I shouted at his face with a ferocious look. I didn't want arguing with Zayn but he deserves an accurate argue.

I shut Zayn's mouth up. The Liam and Niall looked at me.

"I knew it." They said simultaneously.

"What's going on in here, Harry?" I heard a flirtatious voice behind me.

Surprise, Brianna.

"Get the fuck outta here, no one needs you." Louis hissed. I should've seen Bri's priceless face.

"Of course, Harry here needs me." She winked.

"I guess..." I said.

"WHAT?" the boys exclaimed.

"Could we talk for a minute?" I requested Brianna. "Sure." She smirked.

I walked to the entrance of the cafeteria with her. The boys looked very puzzled.

"What's with my baby?" She pouted.

"Stop calling me that." I scowled.

"Fine. What?"

"It's about...Amber."

"Amber? Who is she?"

"Stop pretending." I said, testing her if she does know about Amber and I.

"I'm not pretending, Harry. Who is Amber?" She slided her hand to my curls and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"I-I fancy Amber." What the hell are you saying, Harry? Why are you telling this to her?

Bri quickly removed her hand from my curls and looked disappointed.

"Ugh, now what?" She rolled her eyes.

"Do you know why she hates me?"

Honestly, I felt so stupid for trusting her. It just seemed like, she can answer everything. And she doesn't yell at me or make me feel guilty.

"No. I don't even know her, silly."

"Right. Well I got to go." I waved and turned my back to her.

"Wait," she quickly grabbed my arm and turned me facing her.

"Could you attend my party later? In my house? At 6:00?" She continuously said.

I didn't think about it and I just agreed.

Amber's POV

"So...you're thinking that your boyfriend set you up?" Dr. Luke asked whilst writing some findings in the paper.

"Yes. And he's not my boyfriend." I cleared.


"It's fine."

"And you've got Cancer leading you to depression?"

"I have cancer but no, I ain't depressed. Why would I be depressed in living my last 500 days?"

"You only have 500 days?" He dropped his pen accidentally.

"No, I only have an hour to live." I rolled my eyes.

He raised an eyebrow at me, looking confused.

"Ugh, of course. I just said it."

"And you aren't worrying?"

"What's there to worry? I'll end my life in few." I said freely.

"You really want to end your life? Why?"

"What's there to live? Plus, you'll have less drama in heaven. I only get pain down in Earth."

"Hmm..." He wrote down some findings in the paper. I really feel uncomfortable with the surroundings. They made it colorful with polka-dots, stripes, and rainbow. This isn't a day care. It's a check-up room for people with mental and emotional illness.

"Okay. I guess were done for today. Go home, take a rest, don't go to school for today." He reminded.

"YES. I-"

"Just for today." He raised his index finger. I nodded.

"Don't stress yourself. Don't meet your boyfriend."

"He is NOT my boyfriend." I said for the hundredth time.

"Right. Now. You can go home. Be back on Friday AFTER classes."

I let out a groan since I want to cut classes.

"Goodbye. Take care , dear."

"Bye." I opened the door and walked home.

It's 6:30pm so it's dim in the streets. I got to walk alone since Chloe goes to school. A session with the doctors and chemotherapy all take 6 hours which I never really expected. So I don't really have time for myself since I still need to go to school.

I was walking, no street lights were brightening the road. Stupid electricians.

After few minutes, I sighted a fully lighten up house few steps away from me. Then, I saw a girl with a bottle in her hands and she's pulling a curly-haired guy who also has a bottle in his hands. Hangovers they'll get, I thought.

As I walked nearer, the looks of them seemed familiar.

Until it snapped on me. It was Harry and Brianna. I felt my blood boiling in anger. It was all true. But Brianna lied to get Harry. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. They haven't sensed it was me yet. I'm not planning to but I want them to realize how much of a whore they are.

I was walking slowly towards them. I don't want to cross the street since I'm gonna look stupid and I'm close to them.

I saw Brianna walk inside, leaving Harry in the side walk.

I walked fast to avoid Harry. While walking, I felt something drop.

It was my phone.

"Hey, you dropped your phone. Aren't you gonna get that?" I heard Harry.

Shit shit shit.

I slowly walked to my phone, covering my face so Harry won't recognize me.

"Oww." I quietly exclaimed. I sprained myself. Hope Harry didn't see it.

"Hey, you okay?"

Crap. Why does he have such good eyes?

"Yeah." I whispered.

I walked towards my phone and grabbed onto it.

"Harry!" Brianna said and quickly pulled Harry


For a kiss...


I felt knives stabbed me. I know I said I don't have feelings for Harry anymore but I still feel some few.

I didn't notice that I was looking at them and my face was clear enough to be recognized.

Harry harshly pushed her away.

"What the hell?" Harry narrowed his eyes then turn to me. "Amber?!"

"You son of a bitch." I stood up and ran away.

"AMBER WAIT! IT WAS A MISTAKE! I DIDN'T KISS HER! SHE DID!" Harry ran after me but I was fast enough to be catched.

"GO AWAY!" I yelled.


Harry's POV

I was about to catch her but she was too fast. I gave up and walked to Bri who obviously isn't sober anymore.



"Go away. Never do this to me again." I walked away.

I was regretting about this whole party thing. I have made the situation of Amber and I worse.


"YOU'RE SO STUPID!" Louis yelled.

"I wasn't thinking." I retorted.

"If you just didn't talk to Brianna, none of this could've happen!" He was really disappointed.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be asking for my apology. You should be asking for Amber's." and with that, he walked upstairs with stomping.

Why is he even mad when I'm the one who's involve at this?


Amber's POV

"Get your damn hands off of me!" I hissed, walking away. I'm so mad at him I couldn't even calm myself down.

"Amber please, talk to me. It was a huge mistake!" He begged and grabbed on my arm. Normally, I don't want people begging infront of me since they kinda looked so poor and I don't want that. I'm doing myself a huge favour to not fall for Harry again.

"Go away. I don't need you!" I slapped his hand off and ran away though tears were forming in my eyes.


Those little words stopped me. I wasn't going back nor turning around to him, I just stopped and let a quiet sob out since I can't hold it anymore.

Harry ran towards me with audible stomps.

I felt a warm pair of hands wrap around my waist and a head buried on top of my shoulders.

"Please, let me talk to you and explain everything." He mumbled.

I untangled his hands off and turned around. I pushed him a little far from me and looked at him straight in the eyes with tears down my cheeks.

"Speak." I ordered.


"SPEAK." I repeated. 

"Or I'll never talk to you again."

Harry cleared his throat. He wasn't looking at me instead he was looking down. 


I barely heard him say a word. He was just fidgeting with his fingers and tapping his foot continuously.

Then I took my cue on turning around and leaving him.


"Are you going to speak or not?" I scowled.

"Alright...about the kiss last night, Bri pulled me for a kiss which I wasn't expecting. She was drunk too!"

"Oh you gave her 'Bri' as a nickname. How lovely." I said sarcastically.

"Let's not talk about that, shall we? Ok and believe me I had hangover the night you said you hated me!"

"So did I." I simply said.

"And let me ask you one question and please answer it honestly..."

"What?" What was he going to ask?

"Who lead you to the idea that I'm setting you up?"

"Why'd you ask that?" I said, unsure of what to say.

"Because... I don't know why would you think of that! So please tell me!" He begged again.

"B-Brianna." I admitted.

"I knew it! Damn, I should've known it earlier." He punched the lockers beside.

"What's the big deal?" I crossed my arms.

"She lied to me, telling she doesn't know who you are. And she lied to you get me! Don't you see where this is going, Amber? She's too clingy when it comes to me! She's breaking you away!"

I was confused until I got his point. 

It was all Brianna's fault.


"That whore! I-I'm so sorry, Harry. I didn't know." I said.

"It's cool, now. Just please trust me. I promise I will be honest from now on, though I haven't even lied to you yet." He cheekily smiled.

"You're such a jerk." I punched his arm playfully.

"And you're inlove with a jerk." He pinched my cheek sending it to form into a reddish color.

"Am not." I denied, blushing.

"Lies, Amber." He rolled his eyes.

"I hate you." I chuckled.

"You can't do that, you love me."

"How'd you know?" I raised my eyebrow at me with a devilish grin.

"Because you think I'm seductive."

Harry cupped my cheeks and placed his face infront of my, our nose touching. His eyes were in contact with mine and his breath was lingering in my nose and lips. Our lips was milimeters away from each other's. He quickly took glances at it, making me blush.

"I don't think you're seductive." I deeply murmured and smirked at him.

"Oh yeah? Well umm... you love kissing me, don't you?"

And with that, Harry closed our lip's gap. I missed his lips. The kiss was a passionate one and unlike our past kisses, this one is full of emotions showing.

Harry pulled away, still cupping my cheeks and looking at me straight in the eyes. "You're not running away this time, are you?"

"Ummm...maybe..." I teased him. "But it's better not to." I reconnected our lips again. The passionate kiss turned deeper. Harry was asking for entrance and so I gave him what he asked for. I have never felt satisfied like this before. I never felt the electric waves and shivers down my spine, the butterflies in my stomach and the soothing of pain and anger away. I have fallen in love again over Harry Styles.



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