Manslaughter (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

Chapter 5 - Preparations

"Do you think that we could start again?" He questioned and held out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Harry Styles."

I took his hand in my own and shook it gently, "Jamie, I'm a huge fan."

I couldn't help the smile that was appearing on my face, it was the first time I had smiled since, well, you know.

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Everything surrounding me reminded me of my mother. It was global news that Taylor had caused the car accident that killed her.

The paparazzi were camping outside Harry's house, waiting for either of us to go outside and comment on the situation at hand, the flashes from their camera lens glistening through the closed curtains in his house.

I felt like crying, I was an emotional disaster. All I wanted was to go up to my bedroom and crawl under the covers, but Liam and the boys would be arriving any minute and I had to look strong in front of them. I didn't just want to be another sobbing mess, they had plenty of girls that did that to them daily and I'm sure they are fed up with it, even though they don't show it on their faces.

I looked in the mirror one last time, barely recognising the girl staring back at me. This girl's eyes were a dull hazel, her skin was blotchy and her hair was just tied up in a messy bun, this girl was a far cry from the one that I remember. That girl had flawless makeup and her hair was styled perfectly every day.

Nothing like that mattered to me anymore. Honestly, it seemed a bit narcissistic and vain. I sighed in defeat and wheeled myself out of the bathroom, the girl in the mirror echoing my actions just as the front doorbell rang.

My hands remained firmly planted on the edge of the wheel, unwilling to move me from the door frame of the bathroom, completely still in shock.

Another ringing of the doorbell proved to me that they were becoming impatient.

"Jamie, could you please answer that?" Harry pleaded from some where on the opposite end of the house.

His voice resonated with me because before I knew it my chair was moving and dragging me to the front door. Grabbing the handle I pulled it open to be met with 4 pairs of eyes staring straight back at me, the beautiful arrays of blue and brown reminding me why I was a fan.

Without any warning they came bounding in the front door and slammed it shut behind them, leaving me staring emotionlessly back at them, a sudden urge to cry overwhelmed me. I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat and tried my best to smile.

Liam was the first person to do anything, a sudden warmth spread across me as his hands caressed me, hugging me carefully, like I was fragile. I couldn't help myself but hug him back and bury my face deep in his shirt leaving the other 4 boys standing awkwardly behind him.

A loud sound of someone clearing their voice in the background snapped Liam and I out of our embrace. Liam looked me in the eyes and then grabbed the handles on the back of my chair, spinning me around to face the other boys. The slight pressure of his hands on my shoulders reassured me.

"Jamie, this is-"

"Louis." I finished his sentence for him. "Liam, I know who they all are. You're forgetting that I am a fan!"

I then held out my hand to Louis, "Hi, I'm Jamie."

I expected him to shake my hand in return but instead he grabbed me in a tight hug, I remained stiff, still shocked from his sudden gesture.