Manslaughter (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

Chapter 1 - The Day He Ruined Everything

"Life is a gamble. You can get hurt. But people die in plane crashes, lose their legs and arms in car accidents; people die everyday." -Muhammad Ali

It all happened in slow motion. I had just been to the mall with my mum and now we were driving back home on the motorway, I was listening to One Direction's new album; Take Me Home.

"Jamie, could you please turn that down?" My mother begged.

"But Mum, I'm going to their concert in 2 days! How can you expect me to go if I haven't memorized all of their lyrics off by heart?"

"I don't care if you're going to visit the queen, I'm trying to concentrate, so if you don't want to kill both of us, please turn it down."

I sighed heavily, agreeing with my Mum. I didn't want to get on her bad side right before the concert, and plus, she had just brought me a brand new outfit to wear for it. The dress was to remain firmly in it's box until then, safe from any liquids or food that I would clumsily spill on it.

It was when Mum reached over to turn the volume of the stereo down that I saw him; Harry Styles.

But unlike my wildest dreams where we were walking hand in hand on the beach, the bright sun setting in the distance, reflecting a yellow light off the surface of the sea,I didn't want to see him.

I remember seeing his panicked eyes looking right at me,  his car driving at a fast speed straight towards us with no intention of slowing down.

I didn't even have time to scream before I heard an awful crunching sound of metal and my vision faded to black, just as the Harry on my stereo started singing his 'Little Things' solo.

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Screaming, that's the only sound that snapped me out of my unconscious state, it wasn't until I fully came to my senses that I realised that it was the bystanders who were screaming.

I was in too much of a shock to scream, I was just observing the scene around me. I felt claustrophobic, the car was bent in on all angles, smoke filling up the insides. My seatbelt locked me into place, preventing me from escaping this nightmare. Panic filled me when I looked down and saw blood pouring out of my mum's head.

"MUM!" I screamed, shaking her vigorously hoping to wake her up, but with no such luck.

"Mum, please!" I screamed.

I continued to shake her, sadness enveloped me as I noticed she wasn't moving.

"I'm so sorry mum, please don't do this to me, please don't leave me, I need you!" 

She wasn't responding but I refused to give up on the woman who had given me life.

"Mum, please!" I was growing desperate now, why wasn't she waking up?

It was then when I remembered back to what the visiting nurse had told us at school. I took my free hand and placed it under her neck, pushing down lightly. I tried to feel her pulse but my fingertips were motionless on her neck, there was no heartbeat. It slowly dawned on me that she had gone, just like my dad.

"I love you so much Mum! Just wake up please!"

Tears were now escaping out of my badly bruised eyelids.

I went to wipe them away but when I brought my hand down I realised that it was covered in blood.

I didn't even care. My mother was gone, there was nothing left for me anymore.

By now there were people surrounding the car trying to pry the doors open I could here a males' voice trying to talk to me through the window, but I couldn't find the words to reply, I was in shock.

I had just lost my mother, what did he expect?

I just sat there, my mother's head buried on my legs, completely motionless.

There was a loud noise coming from beside me and I could feel large strong hands pulling me out of the car.

"No!" I screamed hysterically!

"My mum's in there! You can't leave her!"

He looked at me and then ran around to the other side of the car, I made no attempt to blink or move a muscle. I just wanted to stay as close to her as possible.

I knew she was dead. There was no hope for her anymore, she had died because I was selfish and played One Direction too loud.

Maybe if it wasn't so loud she wouldn't have bent over to turn the volume down, she would have seen Harry's car coming towards us, she might still be alive, and it was all because of me.

I must have been sitting for a while, because I didn't even realise the paramedics had come and were trying to get me out of the car. My whole world was crashing down on me and everything felt numb.

I didn't even notice them surrounding me, cleaning the blood off me, my mother's blood.

The man that tried to pulled me out came over to me, his arms full with a thick black blanket.

"I'm so so sorry!" He stated, tears were now in his eyes.

I finally looked up and took in what was happening, it was then I realised that it was Harry who was talking to me, the same Harry that was in One Direction, the same Harry that had crashed into our car.

There wasn't even a scratch on his perfect face, he looked exactly the same as he usually did.

I thought he was apologising for hitting our car, but it was when I saw the black body bag being zipped up over my Mum's face that I realised what he was actually apologising for.

"No!" I screamed.

I stood up and started running over to her.

I felt his hands wrap around my waist holding me in place, preventing me from getting to my mother.

"No! That's my Mum!" I screamed, wriggling and kicking him in the hopes that he would let go of me.

But he didn't, he just kept whispering in my ear how sorry he was.

I was beside myself. It was like all the pain, all the sadness had come rushing to me in one moment.

He had just killed my mother and all he could say was sorry.

I kept trying to get out of his reach doing anything humanely possible, but he was just too strong.

It was when I saw the ambulance doors closing that I completely lost it.

"You did this! You killed my Mum! This Is all your fault! I hate you Harry Styles!" I screamed at him.

My comment obviously hurt him as he collapsed to the ground, holding me still in his arms.

We were both sobbing heavily, distraught at what had just happened.

The siren of the ambulance was growing quieter as they were leaving me. I couldn't believe it, it didn't seem possible that my mum was alive half an hour ago and now she was dead in the back of an ambulance.

This had all happened in such a short amount of time. Now I was left with no one, no one at all, and it was all because of Harry Styles.

Harry Styles had killed my mother.

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So that's the introduction to my Second fan fiction called Manslaughter, if you like it please comment and tell me and I will continue to write this.