18 & Married (Harry Styles) By Trishawrites

Chapter 25- FINALE: Part 2

Harry's POV.

Dead. My wife's dead.. my reason to breathe is gone.. forever.

It's been 4 hours since my mum told me, she's gone. I couldn't speak.. I couldn't even breathe properly. It's like, I'm still alive but barely breathing. Everyone's thoughtful enough to come here and comfort me but I still couldn't speak. I can not believe what was happening.

The girls crying over my wife's death, Niall silently crying in the kitchen, Zayn and Liam talking about what happened and how she died, Louis.. just like me, couldn't talk or move.

I took a deep breath and stood up, heading towards the door.

She can't leave me.. I need to be with her.

Before I could even step out of the house, I felt a strong arm hold me back. "She would want you to live your life and move on, you know."

Louis.

"But it's not fucking fair!" I yelled at him. "I love her so much! She left me, Louis! She's GONE! FOREVER!" I cried, collapsing on my knees.

"What about our baby? What about me, Louis? It's all my fault! It's all my fucking fault! I deserve to die, mate! I need to fucking die!" I yelled, tears flowing freely.

"She wouldn't want you dead, mate." He cried, patting my back. "I'm sure, she wants you to be strong."

"Harry.." Zayn cut in, "Liam just got a text from Andrew.. He just got back from Paris"

Once again, I felt like my whole body was frozen. Does he know what happened? Is he going to tell us in details? Does he blame me too?

"The plane going to LA crashed last night. 9 hours ago, to be exact." Liam announced, tears forming in his eyes. "Nobody made it."

Andrew's POV.

I cancelled all my plans in Paris and flew back to London because of what I heard. Apparently, Harry cheated and now my bitch is leaving the country. She did not exactly told me when she's leaving but I'm hoping she's still here.

Taylor and I tweeted the other night. She wouldn't even pick up her phone and so I had no other choice but to tweet her. Her last tweet to me was, @DrewTHEBitch Don't.. just enjoy Paris. I'll see you when I see you, love you bitch xx

I told her, I'll be here in London with her but she doesn't want me to. I know her better than anybody else, she's up to something. Judging by her tweet, she's probably going to run away.

And that's how I ended up here at her rents' place. Mr. S is not home, and as usual.. Mrs. S is back in the US doing some business crap. Lucy is the only one home. I sat on the leather couch, waiting for my tea.

"Here you are.." Lucy smiled, handing me a cup of tea. I thanked her and took a sip, "So is Taylor home?" I asked.

She sighed, "I tried to stop her but she left last night."

I stared at her for a moment before asking, "Well.. uh, where do you think she went?"

"I don't know, my best guess is back to the US. I overheard her talking on the phone about getting a plane ticket. I only heard, 'Los Angeles, California' before the telephone downstairs rang and so I had to get it."

"So, you think she's back there-" Before I could even finish, a girl in a maid's uniform barged in, her hand on her chest.

"I apologize for barging in like this but.. Ms. Lucy.." She breathed out, "The plane going to LA crashed last night." She choked, "And nobody made it."

"What are you on about?!" I knew what she was saying. I just didn't want it to be real, I stood up.. tears forming in my eyes.

"Ms. Taylor is.. dead."