Who killed Harry Styles?

Chapter 1

"Wake up Ashton" a voice wails loudly, jerking me from my blissful slumber.

I sit up, blinking, as the room comes blurring into focus.

A six foot tall ogre stands in front of me, wearing ripped skinny jeans and a nirvana t-shirt. I suddenly regret letting Michael play Shrek is love Shrek is life on repeat for the 3 hour car trip, and make a mental note never to watch it again if this is the type of nightmares it gives me.

The Shrek Lookalike leans towards me and roars, breathing waves of onion scented breath all over my face.

"This is my swamp now"

I scream and jump up off the couch, grabbing the nearest lamp and swinging it towards the hideous ogre standing in front of me.

It hits the Shrek lookalike in the eye, making a crackling sound on contact and denting his green face like it's made out of plastic.

"Oowwww!" A muffled voice screams, as a hand reaches up and peels off the green face, revealing Luke with a rapidly swelling eye.

I drop the lamp to the floor, stepping forward to touch Luke's hair and make sure that he is real and I wasn't dreaming.

"Ouch!" He cries, flinging the mask to the ground and dramatically falling onto the couch, "why'd you do that for?"

"What would you do if you saw a ogre with a history of physical assault standing in front of you when you woke up?" I demand, grabbing my phone from under the cushion I was lying on.

"It wasn't my idea, Michael said that if I did it he'd trade me two quarters for for every dollar I gave him" Luke sighed, rolling over so he was sitting upright on the couch.

"You do realise that a two quarters is half of a dollar"

"Oh"

Luke grabs the remote off the couch and flicks on the TV, surfing the channels until it lands on a music video featuring a scantily dressed Nicki Minaj.

"Dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles, dick bigger than a tower I ain't talkin' bout Eiffel" he sings along, as her butt bounces up and down like an NBA basketball.

"You do realise you're talking about- Holy mama!" Calum cries, entering the room and sitting on the couch beside Luke, his eyes glued to the TV screen. "That girl got booty!"

I roll my eyes and pick up my phone, logging onto Twitter and scrolling down through my newsfeed.

I look at the screen in confusion, scrolling further through the trending hashtags and frowning at what I see.

#ripharrystyles #harrywewillmissyou #weloveyouharry #cutforharry and #directionerswillgetrevenge were the top trending ones.

"What the-"

I cut off as Michael bursts into the room, wearing only pikachu boxers and a "drummers do it best" t-shirt that he must have stolen from my suitcase.

"Have you guys checked Twitter?" He demands, storming over and grabbing the remote out of Luke's hands.

"No" Luke and Calum reply at the same time, looking at him in confusion. He flips through the channels, stopping when he finds one with a news report playing.

A giant picture of Harry Styles is in the background of the screen, alternating with videos of sobbing crowds holding flowers and banners. A blonde haired reporter in front of the image begins to talk.

"Next up is the tragic death of Harry Styles, lead singer of One Direction" she sniffs, wiping her eyes.

"Fans have gathered around the world to pay their respects to the twenty one year old Pop star, who collapsed on stage on the first night of the OTRA tour. Details of his death have not yet been disclosed, apart from the fact that he had passed away on the way to the hospital. Right now, the most common question being asked is, what caused Harry to die? And more specifically, was it death or murder? There will be more information regarding this topic later today"

The screen switches over to a middle aged reporter standing in front of a Target store.

"For now, we will move on to the Target mom- a woman who gave birth to Octuplets in isle 3 of Target!"

Michael switches the TV off, as we stare at each other in stunned silence.

I look at the others, unclenching my hands which I had unconsciously balled into fists. Calum had a stunned look on his face and Michaels brows were knitted together tightly, while Luke sat on the couch looking oblivious.

Harry can't be dead, he can't be. It was only a day ago we saw him, eating Chinese takeaway and laughing a few hours before the concert.

"W-what?" I say, coughing as my voice comes out as a croak.

"Harry's dead" Calum says flatly, staring at he blank TV screen as we lapse into silence.

Luke breaks the lack of noise by bursting into loud and hysterical laughter.

"What's wrong with you, dude?" Michael cries, walking over to Luke and shoving him in the chest. "Harry's dead! Our friend is dead!"

Luke's laughter trails off and he breaks eye contact with Michael, looking at the floor.

"Of course he's not" He laughs nervously, looking at me and Calum. "It's just a prank or something. He's not dead"

"Well how do you explain the footage of him collapsing on stage? Of him being confirmed dead by doctors? Of this all over the news? Do you think that's a joke Luke? Because I sure as hell don't!"

Luke makes a hiccuping sound, and I turn to him incredulously, expecting him to be laughing again. Instead he is crying, tears running down his face. He gets up and runs out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I get up to follow him, but Calum stops me. "Don't" he says, turning and walking out the door, "he probably needs some alone time"

I feel my own eyes start to water as salty teardrops trail down my cheeks. I look at Michael, the only one remaining in the room with me. His own eyes are suspiciously wet as he shrugs at me, getting up and following Calum out of the room.

Harry Styles was dead.

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There you go guys! Chapter 1 is up and this book is officially started. I haven't proof read or anything so feel free to point out mistakes hahah.. and alsooo please comment what you think so far!! Il update it sometime again this week if you like it... Anyway thanks for reading!! Peace owt
-Fudgeymuke xxx