Twisted Minds [h.s]

S I X T Y O N E

Harry Styles

I stare blankly at the ceiling, as I lay sprawled out on my bed.

The skin around my eyes is tight, due to the dried tears, and my throat is sore and scratchy.

I bring a lit cigarette that I hold between my fingers, up to my cracked lips to inhale deeply. I feel the cancerous fog fill up my lungs, and then I weakly exhale it out.

My entire room was grey with smoke, and my bed was filled with ash.

I have never felt worse in my life.

I have never felt more broken.

It's been a week since the.. incident.

The boys think she's dead. They keep telling me that she wouldn't of made it and that I need to try my best to move on.

Niall was unconsolable for the first couple days, and Liam and Louis seemed quite distraught as well, but none of them knew her like I do.

And something tells me she's still out there.

I don't know why or how, but my gut is screaming that my doll is alive, and probably suffering out there by herself.

I spent that whole night swimming through that stream looking for her, and when I finally found the sunken van, it only had those two men floating dead in it. There was no sign of her.

It means she must've escaped.. right?

As soon as I saw she wasn't in the van, I got back in my car and sped home without a second thought. I was hoping she would be here, but when it turned out she wasn't, I had a complete fucking meltdown.

Liam had to hold me down and Louis and Niall had to force me not to leave to go look for her again.

But that's all I wanted to do. I just want to find my girl and bring her back to me. I fucking need her.

I let out a deep sigh, running my empty hand through my hair and feeling the grease in it.

I have no motivation to do anything anymore.

All I want is her.

I flinch slightly as I hear two knocks on my bedroom door.

"Harry. Come downstairs and have something to eat," I hear Liams muffled voice through the door. "Starving yourself won't help."

I roll my eyes, bringing the cigarette back up to my lips, inhaling deeply.

There's a worse pain than no food.

The worst pain in the world is losing the girl you feel so strongly for.

The girl you might even lov-

My door gets slammed open which completely startles me and my thoughts, making me choke on the smoke that was filled in my lungs. I sit up, punching my chest to try and get some clear air in me.

"Dickhead." I cough out, leaning over and putting the cigarette butt out on the bedside table.

"I'm not kidding. Just eat a slice of toast or something. We have shit to do and we have a drug deal tonight. No more putting your life on hold," He rambles on in that lecturing voice he has. "Plus, our tour starts in two months and we have shit to organise for that. We haven't even came up with a solid fucking setlist." He continues as I let out a massive groan.