She and Harry have been dating for a long time, having met through Harry’s sister, Gemma. It’s been around 3 years and they’ve been the it couple in all the magazines and tabloids, especially since she wasn’t part of the entertainment industry at all.

She was a very athletic and active person. She loves jogging, swimming, gardening, dancing and even go on random walks for hours just because since being the owner of her own flower shop let her have a lot of spare time to spend with him and herself.

Their lives were perfect and they cared about each other a lot. They were living together, Harry was working on his new album, her flower shop was successful… just a perfect normal couple-like-life. Until one day, when she started to feel fatigue and easy bleeding and bruising along with some weight loss that didn’t make any sense.

That’s when, after many appointments at the doctor and visits to the hospital, she’s diagnosed with Leukemia on it’s 2nd stage. The doctors told her that she needed to start with chemotherapy as soon as possible along with the stem cell transplant that she needed from a person who was compatible with her (a person they were still looking for).

Harry was all step of the way with her, taking her into her appointments and tests, helping her out and making her life a little easier, thing that she appreciated but also hated since she felt like such a burden even to herself. Now, Harry was getting himself ready to take her to her fist chemotherapy session while she looked into the mirror at her skinny and slightly pale self.

“C’mon, baby...” Harry whispered walking towards her to hug her from behind as he looked into her reflection on the mirror. He kissed her cheek softly. “You look so pretty… and you’ll be fine.”