The Princess and the Punk

Michaels POV

I remember the day very clearly. The day my mum told me her lungs were beginning to fill with cancer. Her exact words were "I have abnormal cells growing in my lungs." Then she explained the severity of the cancer and the treatment she would receive. I just got this sad wretched feeling deep in my gut.
I knew I couldn't let her go through this alone. I fought with my bastard of a father so much. I needed to be with her. So without a word I packed my bags and left. I guess my father finally realized that he'd kept me away from her long enough. That it wasn't worth fighting me for. That she wasn't worth fighting for. That's where he was wrong, she was worth fighting for.
"We are going to have to remove the lung." The doctor said.
"Okay how soon?" I sighed.
"A couple days, tomorrow morning well have a meeting with the surgeons." He said.
"Okay, I'll talk to her family." I said.
"Son, this has become terminal she only has a number of days. This surgery is just to make her more comfortable." He said.
"I understand." I said.
I walked back to her room. She had a oxygen mask over her face. I took a seat by her bedside, taking a hold of her hand. Her eyes fluttered open
"Hey mum. I talked to the doctor, he said you got to have the lung surgery to make you feel better." I said.
She nodded her head.
"I'm going to call Auntie Ev to update her. You get some sleep, I love you." I said.
She squeezed my hand tighter and fell back a sleep.
I dialed my aunt from outside of the hospital.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hey auntie ev, its Michael." I said.
"How is she honey?" She asked.
"Not to good, she has to have the lung removed. The cancer has spread to much, this is just for comfort measures." I said slowly.

"Oh my god Michael I'm so sorry. I will drive up tomorrow." she cried.
"Okay that's good," I said sighing in relief.
I didn't want her to have to go through this with just me.
"Michael I just don't want you to have to go through this alone. You are such a strong young man." she said.
"Thank you, Do you know what time you'll be here?" I asked.
She lived about ten hours away in Inverness.
"Around 6 tomorrow night." She said.
"Okay I will see you then." I said.
"I love you Michael." She said.
"I love you too, bye." I said hanging up.
I ran my fingers through my hair. How am I gonna get through this?
Amelie's POV
"January 12." My mother said cutting me off.
"So soon?" Jacqueline asked.
"Yes, I have everything planned, they won't have to lift a finger." she said.
Harry began working his hand up my leg. I let out a squeak as he tightened he squeezed my thigh yet again. He smirked again at my reaction. I shot him a glare.
"Amelie would you like to go dress shopping on Saturday?" asked Jacqueline.
"Uhh- I" I started.
"She already has a dress." my mother said adding gasoline to the fire.
"I already have a dress?" I asked.
I can't even pick out my own damn dress.
She shot me a warnful look.
***
After a very awkward dinner and a very horny Harry, I finally was allowed to my room to do some embroidering (listen to music and text Michael). I sat down on my bed and grabbed my phone from the bedside table.
Me: Hey
Michael: Hey
Me: What going on with you?
Michael: My mom had to be hospitalized, so I'm with her.
Me: Are you okay? Do you need anything?
Michael: No...
Me: Let me know if you do.
Michael: Alright, I think we're going to have to reschedule band practice though.
Me: That's okay xx
Michael: Thanks for understanding.
Me: Its nothing, I've got to go I will call you tomorrow. xx
I heard footsteps.
Michael: Okay xx
"Its just me." Said Drea.
"Oh okay." I said relieved.
"I saw what Mr. Styles was doing to you at dinner, and I've noticed the bruises." She said worriedly.
"You have?" I asked.
"Yes honey I have. How long has he been hurting you." She asked.
Too long...
"A little after we got engaged." I said ashamed.
She sat down and wrapped her arms around me.
"Why haven't you told anyone?" She asked.
I told Michael...
"They wouldn't do anything. It just keeps getting worse. There isn't a way out of this, I can't just leave." I replied.
" I know how your mother can be. Please try and talk to your father. He is a tad bit more understanding." She said.
No I can't...
"Okay." I said.
She got up and began to leave.
"Hey Drea? Thank you for being there for me." I said.
"I'll always be here, don't you forget." She replied.
I put on my pajamas and turned out my lights. I had dreams about the dark and the light. Harry and Michael.

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