Missing Her (Harry Styles Short Story)

Part 3: Little Things

A/N: Part 3! This part is much longer than the first two, so I hope you like it! Fan, comment, vote, all that good stuff! I appreciate feedback!

Song: Little Things by One Direction

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"Hadley, I'm home!" the curly haired boy called into the apartment.

He walked into the living room to find the television on, but no sign of her. Next he checked the kitchen, but she was nowhere in sight. Then he walked into the bedroom to find her phone on the bed. By now he was beyond worried and shaking. He reached out and grabbed her phone and unlocked it. Her Twitter appeared on the screen as Harry read the disgusting words and threats sent to his girlfriend. "Shit," he said under his breath as he ran to the bathroom.

The door handle refused to budge. Locked. He threw himself against the door, and it opened. His body ached with pain, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. He found Hadley on the floor of the bathroom, surrounded in pill bottles and blood. Harry crumbled to the ground next to her. He didn't even notice the tears that fell from his green eyes. "Please, say something."

But she said nothing. She wasn't breathing, nor was her heat beating. He reached into his pocket and called for an ambulance.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" a lady spoke.

"I found my girlfriend on the floor of the bathroom in our apartment. She's not breathing and doesn't have a p-pulse," Harry attempted to keep his voice steady, but failed to do so.

"Ok, an ambulance is on their way and shall be there shortly," she ended the call after that.

"Don't leave me," he whispered as he rested his head on her chest.

The ambulance arrived a few minutes later and forced Harry out of the bathroom. They lifted her onto a gurney and wheeled her out of the room. He followed close behind, praying that they would be able to bring her back. He climbed into the back of the ambulance, still sobbing. She's not gone. She's not gone, he repeated over and over in his head. He held her lifeless hand as they did everything in their power to help her. The minute they reached the hospital the wheeled her down a seemingly never-ending hallway. One Harry was not allowed to go down. "Please! Doctor let me through! I need to see her!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Styles. Only hospital staff are allowed back there. we'll let you know when you can see her. I assure you we are trying our best," he said before walking back through the doors to where Hadley was.

Harry walked back to the waiting room and leaned against the wall. His whole body ached from smashing the door, and apparently the receptionist noticed and ordered he got checked out himself. Despite his protests, they found he only had minor bruising on his back and shoulder, giving him painkillers. He walked back to the waiting room and dialed Louis's number. "Harry, you alright?"

"Lou, I'm at the hospital. Had-" his voice was deeper and raspier, and he couldn't bring himself to say her name without bursting to tears.

"Calm down Haz. We'll be there as soon as we can!" Louis spoke before hanging up the phone. All of the boys absolutely adored Hadley. She was so much fun to be around and an extraordinary friend. She didn't use the boys for fame; she liked them for them. Obviously, Harry knew her longer and would take this harder than anyone else. She was his entire world.

Harry put his phone in his pocket and slid down the wall. He sobbed his heart out, not caring about who was watching. Why would Hadley do such a thing? Harry knew how bad the hate was, but she was a strong girl. The fans did this. The fans brought her to her breaking point, where nothing would be enough to stop her from leaving. In that moment he hated being a worldwide sensation. I did this. It's my fault.