Give Me Love (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Lies, Lies, And More Lies

-Harry's P.O.V.-

There I was. Stood frozen in front of the desk clerk as she worriedly stared at me, anticipating my next move.

I was gone. As I fought to gather myself, the same question assaulted my absent mind.

'Why can't it be me?' Was the only thing I could make sense of in my hurricane of emotions.

-Desk Clerk P.O.V.-

I was sure to make eye contact while informing this poor young man that his friend would be dying in just under a year.

I told him the terrible news, and his infuriated dark green eyes instantly went blank. Lifeless even. I never thought it could be possible to get lost in your own body. It's like his personality shrivelled up inside himself, his skin acting only as a sort of meat suit, locking him in with his dreadful thoughts.

"Y-your lying." He said finally, after a good 5 minutes of unbearable silence.

I knew what I was about to say would crush him. But he has to be prepared for when the time comes. I'm doing him a favour.

"I'm afraid not, sir." I said, sounding a bit more emotionally stable than I was at the time.

As if it were even possible, his eyes grew even more dull and lifeless. His knees seemed as though they were about to give in underneath him. His hands were shaking uncontrollably. His lower lip began quivering slightly between his top set of teeth. It didn't even look like he was breathing. He looked a mess.

I let him soak in the terrible reality of the situation. But after 10 minutes I him standing there, in the same position, not a muscle out of its frozen stance, I finally decided to try and pull him out of his mental prison.

"*cough* Uhm.. Sir?" I said faintly.

It didn't seem like he even heard me.

"Sir?" I said at a normal inside voice now.

Still, he had no sign of life. If I didn't know better, I'd say that a ghost was standing in front of me.

"Mr. Styles? I think you should spend the rest of your time with her." I said, trying to persuade him to move.

He snapped his head up as if I'd assaulted him or something. But he still said nothing. His eyes were still blank. His hands stopped shaking. His knees were buckled tightly, as though he thought they'd run off of him. His lip was slowly coming to a rest after trembling for a large amount of time.

His eyes burned into mine as he stared at me pleadingly, like he was begging for me to tell him it was all a prank and Story would live until a ripe old age. But this was not the case.

I awkwardly cleared my throat, trying to break through his silent cry for comfort.

"I-I.." Was all that he could muster up.

"I'm sorry." I said softly.

"Sh-she c-can't. I- she's s-so young .. We k- .. please ..." He said as tears threatened to break away from his lifeless orbs.

It was all I could do not to join him in a fit of tears. I was trained not to cry about these things. But the way that he broke apart when I told him she was soon to be dead, I get emotional with these sort of things still.

-Harry's P.O.V.-

I felt trapped. Not trapped like how you feel when you don't know what to do or when you feel like there's only one path you can take. But trapped like I was in my own body, but I wasn't there. I was somewhere dark. Deep inside myself. My body acting as my own personal hell. A cage even. And no matter how hard I tried to register what's going on, to find the key to my cage, I couldn't do it. It took all of my strength to muster up the few words that I did for the desk clerk. And even then, my sentences weren't complete.