Beyond a bucket list.

only you can create your happiness

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"HARRY? what are you doing hear?!" i squealed jumping up from Louise's clutches, i realised i was sitting in my pajamas, an over sized white top and pink shorts, my hair was a mess and my mascara was running down my face from where i was crying (i should probably invest in some water proof mascara) he looked at me and smiled, coming closer to me and hugging me tightly, i knew why but i didn't know if i should be happy that he is here or annoyed because he is pitying me. I think he realised i was thinking into things to much because he whispered into my ear "I'm here as a friend, we may have known each other for a couple of days but that doesn't mean this news hurts any more or any less" i smiled and felt a tear fall down my cheek once more. I laughed "thanks Harry, i had just finished crying, you loser" i playfully pushed him giving him a cheeky wink at the same time. He laughed back and then sat on my bed. Me and him talked for an hour and i nearly forgot that Louise was just sitting their watching us and listening to us talk. She slowly got up and wandered to the door "where are you going Lou?" i smiled at her. She didn't smile back, she scoffed. "you want me to sit here and listen to you talk to harry about your life even though you aren't even going to TRY and fight for it, you're just going to let it win?" she was crying. That hurt, my best friend was angry at me and she had the right to but what could i say to make any of this better? I don't want to fight something i already know i won't win, whats the point. i looked down and Louise must of left as i heard the front door slam. Harry put his hand on top of mine. "She's right, what kind of person does that?" i said softly to Harry. I knew Harry didn't know what to say he sat there just rubbing his thumb across my hand, his hand was still placed on top of mine. "Can i ask you something? you don't have to answer of course but i just want to know" he asked. I finally made eye contact with him staring into his green orbs made my heart melt, he was absolutely perfect, his eyes looked puffy like he had been crying as well, why did he care so much? I nodded. "Why are you giving up already? you haven't even tried" Harry smiled a half smiled and looked down at my hand which was now forcing itself away from him. "You have no right to judge my decision. I appreciate you have come round but you don't know me or anything that i'm going through, why do you even....." he stopped me before i could carry on "I'm sorry i didn't mean to offend you i really didn't, i want to get to know you Layla. It was just a question, a stupid question. I'm sorry" He didn't smile he just looked deeply into my eyes, he looked like he was looking into my brain and seeing exactly what i was thinking and feeling right now. "it's okay Harry" i half smiled, i was still a bit pissed but i needed someone to be here with me right now. "Soo, this bucket list? What gave you the idea?" he questioned, a puzzled look on his face. He looked beautiful even when he was confused. I couldn't help but laugh at him and he looked at me and smiled. Why was he so sweet to me? he hardly knew me, i pondered. "Well its just a list of things i wanted to do before i...before i died" i smiled, it sounded so surreal. Died. I looked down at my knotted fingers. "Can i help you?" he asked, a little bit over excitedly. "YES" i laughed mimicing his excitement. We sat there in fits of laughter talking about everything and nothing. I couldn't help but think about how much i would miss these moments when i'm gone,

Harry's P.O.V

Layla smiled as i left, i gave her a hug and she softly kissed me on the cheek before we departed, she blushed probably not thinking about what she had just done but i just smiled and kissed her cheek back, only making her blush more. I couldn't help but laugh. She was cute when she blushed. I loved that she didn't care about how she looked, she wasn't superficial but even when she has mascara down her face and in her pajamas she still looked perfect. Her smile was infectious and when she bit her lip she managed to look cute and sexy at the same time. I think she is perfect in every way and it made me sad thinking we only have little time together. I was determind to make her last moments on earth the best ones. I went online and smiled to myself, thats one thing of her bucket list. Clicking on twitter, i read through my feeds.

"@Harrylovesmelol: OMG HOW CUTE IS THIS? @harry_styles IS HELPING A DYING GIRL AW AW"

"@carrotsmm3: how cute is this, harry is helping some girl who is dying of cancer"

"@loulou: he is so cute, @Harry_styles i want to be dying so i can have you help me ;)"

She is not just some dying girl. Why do they think they can just say that? they don't even know anything. I decided to tweet to remove these from my timeline.

"Layla is not just some "dying girl" she is not just a fan. She is a friend, a friend who i will miss when she is gone, a friend who has cancer but is still human. Some people are being very disrespectful, she is not the "dying girl" She is Layla Smith"

I knew it wouldn't stop some fans but i knew it would stop TRUE fans from writing silly stupid comments. Why was i so angry at them? She was a friend and i knew how to react normally to bad comments, i would normally just shrug it off. Did i have feelings for her? I thought about it until my eyes started to get heavy. I looked at the clock 2.03am, i decided to sleep as i had to be up and ready for the airport tomorrow, Layla was going to love me i smiled and fell to sleep.

Layla's P.O.V

7.33am i winced at the clock, who would be knocking at my door at 7.33am?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I ran down the stairs as i was the only one in, i knew mum would be at work already. I opened the door to see Harry standing at the door with the biggest smile on his face. I looked at him and asked him forcefully "what?" i really wasn't a morning person. He smiled more and invited himself inside, closing the door behind him. "YES DO COME IN" i said sarcastically. He laughed and finally told me why he was in my house so early in the morning. "WE ARE GOING AFRICA" he beamed. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" I screamed dancing around. "no" he looked at me seriously. "Harrrrryyyyyy, you idiot" i sulked, stomping up my room, i heard him following up behind me laughing his head off.  I ran to my room so i could slam my door in his face, trying to hold my laughs in while he was banging hard on the door "Layla? Layla? open the door? LAYLA?" I opened the door and was in hysterics in a ball on the floor, he stood there watching me softly laughing as well. "I wasn't joking by the way, we are leaving for africa at 1.00pm so you better get packing.." He said with all seriousness. I stopped laughing. "I don't believe you" i said. He smirked handing me two tickets. "1 B AND 1 A TO AFRICA FROM GATWICK, LONDON. DEPARTING 1.00PM" I screamed again and run up to Harry and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He clearly wasn't ready for me to jump on him as he tumbled back and he was now laying with me on top of me with my legs straddling him and our lips cm away. He smirked. "Oooh Layla, i knew you liked me but a bit forward eh?" he winked. I decided i would tease him and go so close to his lips and brushed my nose against his, he gulped hard and i smirked. I moved away fast and got up before turning back to Harry who was still laying on the floor and cheekily winked. He jumped up and i pushed me out the room. "Layla, come on! Let me in" he shouted playfully. "Nope, if you want me to be ready then you will have to stop distracting me Styles" I could hear him smirking as he replied. "i don't mind not going if you want me to distract you again" I laughed but not loud enough for him to hear me. "CHEEKY GIT" i shouted back. He laughed and went downstairs. Oh god was i falling for him?