Missing Her (Harry Styles Short Story)

Part 6: This Is The End

A/N: So finally here is the ending. Sorry for the terrible wait; I've had no inspiration to write. I warn you, it is VERY sad! Please comment, vote, and follow!

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            The morning came far too soon. Harry pulled himself out of bed, too quick for his body’s liking. Almost immediately the world started to spin and blurred his vision. As he recovered he made his way to the bathroom. He stopped and stared at his reflection and didn’t believe what he saw. A broken boy, battle scars covering his arms and legs, is what he saw. Shaking his head, he took a shower and let the hot water warm his cold body. The shower didn’t relax him as it used to. Which was a shame really, since he really needed to calm his nerves this morning.

            Harry stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and shaking out his wet hair. He looked down to his scars and thought of Hadley. How did she hide this for so long? He pulled on a dark red long sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans, along with white Converse. He threw on a few bracelets as well. As Harry walked out of his room, he found Niall and Louis waiting for him on the couch.

            “Care to explain why you refused to talk to us last night?” Niall questioned Harry.

            He shrugged. “It wasn’t personal.”

            “We’re just worried about you Harry. You haven’t been the same cheeky boy you were before,” Louis said.

            “Sorry Lou, I didn’t mean to worry you,” his voice was hoarse.

            “No need to apologize. Just promise that you’re alright.”

            “I’m ok,” Harry lied, but Louis didn’t see that. Or at least he didn’t show it.

            Harry barely ate and couldn’t sit still. He was nervous for this interview. It would be the first one since her death, and he knew he was going to be asked about the whole situation. Why management would set this up only a day after the funeral is beyond Harry. Liam picked up the three boys and drove to the studio where the interview would take place. Harry’s hands played with the bracelets on his wrist, having a relaxing effect on him.

            The boys walked into the studio and were given some details about the interview before they would go on stage. Then the crew hooked up their microphones and walked out onstage. The lights felt hot on Harry’s skin. The crowd seemed to roar as they made their way to the couch. Harry attempted to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The interviewer asked some basic questions about the tour and their new album before centering on Harry.

            “So Harry, we’ve heard that your girlfriend committed suicide. Is that really true?”

            Harry took a deep breath. “Yes, she did.”

            “Why would you want to be with a girl like that? I mean, you could have anyone you wanted.”

            This enraged Harry. “Don’t you ever talk about Hadley that way. She was such a beautiful girl who had been strong for too long. She received tons of hate constantly because of me. No girl deserves that.”

            To say the least, she was shocked. “One last question Harry. Are you thinking of coming back onto the dating scene anytime soon?”

            “What kind of fucking question is that? Never in a million years would I go back to any type of relationship,” Harry stood and stormed off, away from the studio.