The Styles Mansion [h.s]

eighty-two

"YOU TOOK away a dream of a child, the love of a woman, Harry Styles. And you are gonna pay for it." Avian's despicable words shot like bullets from a loaded gun as her implacable eyes stayed at Harry.

She wasn’t playing around anymore. Her own mother wasn’t stopping her anymore. It was clear as crystal that Shelley didn’t want to bring her daughter in this mess because she already lost her elder daughter.

She doesn’t want to lose Avian too.

But she couldn’t do much now. Her daughter won’t listen to her.

The gun in her hand waiting like a calm hunter. Waiting to grace someone with death. She slowly brought the gun on Harry's forehead as a lurid smile commenced pulling on her red lips.

No shit.

She was getting to the straight point where she killed us and then she doesn’t care what happened after that.

Perfect suicide.

My stomach rolled, making me want to hurl. My frightening eyes stared at her as I felt like getting on my knees and begging for Harry's life.

"Ines, please." I begged, shedding my tears.

I wanted to take the gun from her hand and hide that from her. Thousands of possibilities and plans were crashing inside my head. But still I couldn’t do anything. My body was numb and I am surprised I'm still conscious.

Avian glanced at me smirking like a devil from hell.

"Never liked you Venessa. The most annoying thing about you is, you're too perfect. Perfect beauty, perfect family and fuck..... a husband like Harry. Even Henson moans your name when he used to fuck me out of my brain." The sinister sound of her laughter echoed in the air as she couldn’t stop or control it.

I didn’t miss bitterness with hate in her tone. Indeed, she hates me. With everything.

Her eyes moved on Henson. Her smile stayed there, an ugly smile that anyone would dislike. The type of creepy smile that anyone would run away from.

"Master, I had a good time in your bed. But guess what, we need to say good bye." She spoke delicately as if she didn’t want to hurt him with her words. She still addresses him as Master. Her eyes briefly softened and my heart sank when I recognised the look on her face.

She is in love with Henson.

"An eye for an eye." Avian smirked, shifting her eyes on Harry as I saw her finger slowly pressing against the trigger of her gun.

My eyes desperately dart at Harry's way who wasn’t showing any kind of regret or fear in his eyes.

Is it called perfect death?

No fear, no remorse, no regret when you know you are going to draw your last breath.

Is it called the perfect death?

I knew there was no way anything could stop Avian from pulling the trigger. There is no way someone would show up to save us all.

Harry looked down at me. A faint smile was dancing on his lips. My stomach rolled up side down when I realised he might be saying good bye to me.

How we got here?

It seems like everything happened so fast and now we are at the end. The memories from the past commenced crashing down in the lane of memories. The moment we shared, the kisses, the love, the smile, the pain, everything.

It's the end?

Before I could react or open my mouth to say something....

Abruptly everything stopped. The loud ring rang in my ears, blocking every wave of sound for me to hear. The loud bang of the bullet getting released from a gun reverberated stopping my heart.