Daylight (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Four

Harry's POV

I stood in the familiar aisle of the record store. In my hand was the same record. Louis Armstrong. One of my favorites.

Then I hear it. The loud bang of a gun. I look up and see my mother. She's on the ground. Smiling. With a bloody hand over her heart and a tear rolling down the side of her face.

Panic struck my face. I wanted to run to her. To tell her everything was going to be alright. To comfort her. But then she let out a bubbly laugh. The kind of uncontrollable laugh that spreads like a virus to everyone around you and soon the whole store was laughing along.

I couldn't understand what was going on. She was hurt, badly, but her laugh made it seem like she was okay. Like it was all just a joke. Maybe she was alright.

My worried features relaxed the slightest bit. I started to walk over to her. Something was wrong. My mother's contagious laugh stopped and her face froze. The store was silent. Every face frozen and staring right at me.

"Mom?" I called out. I wanted to turn my walk into a sprint but my legs tripled in weight and I couldn't move them fast enough. It's like I'm stuck in quicksand as the distance between us increased.

She replied with a blank stare.

A strange man wearing all black stepped Into my vision from a shadowed corner. He had no face. Just a smear if black.

The man grew taller and taller until he towered over me. Terrified, I fell to the ground as his massive hand curled around my neck.

I tried to get up, to make him release his tight grip, but it was no use. My legs were Jell-O. I fumbled around there on the ground trying to escape. A click of a gun told me that he was ready to shoot.

This is it.

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Suddenly the morning light pried my eyes open and I fall off of the couch. Sweat covers my body and I'm out of breath. I push back my damp curls and rush to the kitchen for some water.

The cool relief of crisp H20 calms me down. I know it was just a dream. I've had it about a million times. The same store, the same gun shot, the same dark face of the mystery man.

I think of my mother. I miss her.

I quickly push away my saddening thoughts and remember what had happened the previous night. My vision shifted towards my bedroom. I wonder if she's awake.

I carefully tip toe down the hall. I pause right before my opened door and look at my reflection in the mirror hanging in the hallway. Ruffling my curls and wiping off my face on my shirt, which I decided to leave off, I readied myself to she her.

I took a deep breath and slowly peered inside the doorway.

She's ....gone.

I've never been more disappointed in my life. I was so ready to met her. The real her. I wanted to know her name. I wanted to know her story. I wanted to know her life. I wanted to know her.

The smile I wore walking in was now ripped off my face, crumpled into a ball, and thrown in the imaginary garbage. Why did she leave so early? Why didn't she wake me?

I walked over to my freshly sheeted bed and sat down. My eyes search for any sign of her, but there is nothing but a smudge of make up on my pillow.

My sight is blinded by the reflection of the sun from the opened window. The rays are bouncing off of something lying on the carpet.

Wait.

Is that her cell phone? I pick up the device and unlock it. I'm surprised it didn't have a passcode. I know I shouldn't, but I look through her pictures. I wanted to see her again.