Harry Styles One Shots

Her Diary- His Pov

I've searched every damn place I could think of. Every store she's talked about, every restaurant she's been to, each and every corner store she's wanted to go. I've checked her parents house, I've checked her best friends house, relatives. Nothing! They don't know where she's at, and its getting worried. A week. Its been a fucking week that I haven't been able to touch her, kiss her, hear her laugh, make her smile. I've driven myself to the brink of insanity searching for Y/n. But I don't know where the hell she could of went!

I knew I should of went with her. I knew I should of just stopped moping about it and went to see some stupid boy band she's been fangirling about. But no. I had to make a big fuss about it, and tell her to go with her best friend. They were both kidnapped that night. I don't know by who, but I do know the second I find out, I'm killing them. I know there was more than one guy. There had to be. What one guy would pick up two screaming girls? Screaming, kicking, trying to get them to stay quiet.

I promised her I'd protect her and look at what happened! I broke my promise! She'll never forgive me. I did this. I should of just went and protected her. Kept her safe like how I used to.

Tears fell once again, and I screamed in frustration before punching another hole in my - our - wall. She lived with me, has been for almost a year.

I havent been able to stop crying these last few days. I've felt frustration, feae, anger. My mood has constantly changed, and I noticed that. So have the boys. I just need Y/n back. I need her.

I hate when the police call me to the station and try telling me that there's a large possibility that she's dead, that its the only other solution to why we can't find her. Or, that her kidnappers fled the country. Left so they wouldn't be caught. I don't know but I will kill every single one of them the second I get to.

I had cut my shoulder length hair last night. Did it all by myself and it looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. But my hair was curly, so you couldn't tell I completely messed it up.

I heard her cries. Her screams haunted my dreams. Her pleas were heard whenever I zoned out or daydreamed.

I hated it.

I missed her more than anyone could possibly imagine.

The detectives had issued another search warrant. On my house, and her parents house. Again. For the 5th time. In the last 14 hours.

I looked around our old bedroom, going through her stuff. Anything that would lead me to where she was.

I silently prayed in my mind, praying that I could find something. And seconds later, I found her diary. It was hidden under our mattress. She was trying to hide this from me.

"Styles, whatcha got?" One of the detectives asked, when he saw the diary in my hands. "Nothing, just an photo album." I lied, and let the pink, sparky book fall to the ground. Sadness filled his eyes, and he turned around. I quickly grabbed it again, and stuffed it in my jacket. I hope this could help me figure out where she is.

*

Ive been up all night, staring at Y/n's diary. I didn't want to read it. I was scared. Her personal life is in here. Her thoughts, her feelings. Things she hasnt told me because she hasn't been ready. But I'm her boyfriend, I deserve to know.

I pushed all my fears aside, and grabbed the pink book. I opened the magnetized cover, and stared at the inked pages. I wanted to look through them, but I had no time. I skipped to recent dates, and saw one. From a week ago, the day before she was kidnapped. I went back a little bit and saw many entires with the same date. I started the first entry.