Harry Styles Imagines [Book 1]

70.) Changing (Part 2)

Harry's POV

I walked out of the room to the hallway, quite furious on her. She rather die than to stay with me. It did hurt a little, just a tiny tiny tiny bit.

The first thing I saw was her dad's dead body. I tilted my head to the side and stared at it. Blood on the floor that made me lick my lips. I tear my gaze away from him and instead I saw her mom's body, she was sitting on the floor and the side of her head was on her shoulder.

I smell something weird coming from the kitchen so I walked on it. I touched the door and felt the hotness coming inside. What the? I opened the door and orange flames is the first thing I saw.

Shit.

I ran in normal speed back to the attic but not before I heard a hard sobbing. I stopped walking and concentrate on what she's saying. "God, save me, please, please I beg you. Kill me, I don't have any reason to live anymore. My mom and dad are dead, please. Take me with you."

My heart was turned in a weird way and I know the guiltiness was slowly killing me. This is killing me. Maybe I should just leave her here so that she can be with her parents again. But this house will explode soon and she can't be with it. I just... can't.

I opened the door and walked down the stairs. My eyes saw how puffy her eyes are and how her lower lips trembled. The more I stare at her, the more regret I feel.

Y/N's POV

The man - Harry - walked in, his face look stressed and rather worried. He walked to me and I pushed myself harder on the washing machine, my eyes staring at his face.

He kneeled infront of me and loosened the tie on my feet. He pulled it off of me and then he grabbed my arm, forcing me to stand up. He pulled me closer to him and then I realized were exiting the attic.

As soon as were in front of the door, I snatched my arm back. "Where the fuck are we going?" I turned around to face him.

He slammed his hand to the door which was behind me, "None of your business." His eyes widening. He grabbed my arm roughly and opened the door.

Next thing I saw was large flames. My jaw hang slighty. "No way." I whispered as I let him drag me. I once again saw my parent's dead body but then, I saw two persons standing behind the sofa.

My eyes widened. There my parents stood, watching me. 'Be careful, sweetie.' Mom's voice echoed. 'Will be waiting for you, honey.' Dad said, smiling at me. 'We love you, Y/N. Don't you every forget that.'

That's the last words I heard as I let this man drag me out of our house which exploded when we were meters away.

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I gasped loudly and opened my eyes. I sat on my bed and breathe deeply. I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes, trying to relax and calm my breathing.

Its just a dream, its just a dream, thank God. My parents are not dead, I was not dragged away by a mysterious man, I was alive and breathing.

My heart calmed down and I opened my eyes. I lift my head and scanned my room. Actually, no this is not my room. Where am I? This doesn't look like my room at all. My room is made of woods not bricks and my room is blue not grey.

My eyes caught the bed and realized that this is too wide compared to my bed. My hand touched the comforter; its very soft and smooth and my attention turned to the person who made a coughing noise at my right.

"You're finally awake." My heart dropped. No.

I let out a breath and closed my eyes. "No!"