Last Words

Daisy is the most popular girl in school with her long, brownish red hair, and deep blue eyes. Also, because of her football star boyfriend, Harry Styles. But, Daisy is keeping a secret from everyone. She has cancer. And to top it all off, Harry is going to a college in the United States, but has to leave early. Will he ever come back? Will she ever tell Harry about her cancer?Will she tell anyone, risking the chance of not being the one everyone loves? And, the big question is, will she fight this cancer? Or will the cancer win?


2. How Long Harry?

I rush down the stairs, shaking my head to mess my hair up a bit. I hate when my hair is completely perfect. I like it a little messy.

"Cute outfit!" Cassie says, giving me a warm smile. I smile back. I am wearing a white sweater with a skirt that had flowers on it, and I had light black tights with black dots on them, and ankle, brown combat boots.

"It is very cute!" My mom says, winking. I smile. My mom is at the stove making eggs and bacon. I cringe. I hate bacon. Even the smell of it makes me nauseous.

"Thank you. I want to look my best for Harry. He's going to check out that college this weekend."

"How long is he gonna be gone?" My mom asks.

"He said just the weekend." I shrug my shoulders. I'm hoping it's just the weekend. I want to spend time with him as much as possible.

"Okay, well you have a good day at school sweetie." My mom says, waving her hand at me. I blow her and Cassie a kiss, then grab my bag and walk out the door.

I walk into the school doors, and immediately people rush up to me. But I just keep walking.

Okay, I admit it. I'm a total bitch at school. I mean, I don't want to be. But everyone expects me to be one. So I am.

"Hey babe." Harry says, leaning against my locker when I show up.

I smile to him and give him a peck on the lips. I want to stay like this forever. To never let go. Time always stops when his lips are on mine. And it feels like we are the only two people on earth. It's the best feeling there is.

He's pulls a part and puts his hands on my arms, rubbing his hands up and down.

"Babe, we need to talk."


"I might be gone longer then the weekend." Harry states, looking around the hallways. Everyone is either watching us, or pretending to engage in a conversation with someone, but really is listening to Harry and I.

"How long Harry?" I knew this wasn't getting anywhere good. His eyes had a tint of sadness in them.

"I might not be coming back."

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