Future [H.S]

Chapter Forty Eight

A/N: I changed point of views in this chapter and I might or might not do that in the upcoming chapters so I wrote their names in bold italics to know whose point of view you're reading now!

Warnings: Suicide!!

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Harry Styles

I opened my eyes slowly to see that I was in a dimly lit room.

My bedroom.

I sat up on the mattress of my bed and looked around until I spotted the draped blue curtains with minimum light escaping through.

In instinct, I stood up and walked on the hardwood floor until I reached the curtains and opened them to reveal the light shining from the closed window.

Today was a good day.

I rubbed my tired glossy eyes as I made my way to the front door of my room, but stopped in my tracks when I heard noises coming from downstairs. Noises that sounded like gunfire.

Oh no.

I opened the door quickly and hurried down the stairs in just sweatpants and no shirt.

"Harry don't come down here!" I heard my mum's voice call from downstairs when I only had a few steps left. I didn't listen. I needed to save them anyway I could.

Once I reached the last step, I was swept off my feet and my body was thrown over someone's shoulder.

I kept screaming and kicking my tiny feet, begging them to let me go.

The Headmasters were here. They were taking every child from their original home and it was about time they came to our house.

As the one holding me started moving around, I saw my mother laying in a pool of dark crimson blood that was now covering the floor. My dad fighting off one of the guards that had him pinned down to the ground.

Gemma. Oh Gemma. My sister was being held like me over a guard's shoulder who was walking outside the front door.

"Where are you taking my sister! She didn't do anything wrong! Please let us go! We won't do anything against you!" I began my pleadings.

But soon enough I was placed back on my bare feet and I felt sharp pain across my cheek, like someone hit me with shards of broken glass.

He just slapped me.

The guard dressed in all black pointed his index at my face as my eyes welled in tears "shut up. This is for your own good."

And with that, he carried me again, but this time I didn't fight him. I had nothing to lose. My sister was gone, my parents were killed. I had nothing left.

I closed my eyes for a second before I opened them again. This time I wasn't being carried away, I was standing on my feet. I wasn't a five year old anymore, I was a teenager.

I was standing in the middle of the dining room. Waiting for the food to get on the table so I could start eating.

I was starving.

But I was not allowed to show how hungry I was or else they'd kill me.

I was living with a woman and her husband. They adopted me after living the worst years of my life in the headquarters with the other kids. But these people were really nice. An outsider would think that we live a happy life.