It's always been you (a Harry Styles fanfic)

Cemetery boy

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The tears were streaming down my face and I noticed some people staring at me, but I didn't care. I knew where I had to go. To the one person who could always make me feel better. My mum. She might be dead but she could still comfort me. Soon enough I found myself standing in front of the large metal gates of the cemetery. They were so old and rusty that when you tried to close them, they made an unpleseant squicky noice. This only made this place even more creepy. Well, that and the thousand ravens that flew above my head. Luckily they always left the gates open so I didn't have to hear that creepy noice. I walked passed a dozen graves until I finally reached the one that I was looking for. I kneeled down and started crying again by the sight of seeing my mum's picture.

'I miss you so much mum.' I cried. 'Why did you have to leave? It's so unfair. I really need to talk to you right now.' I kept staring at her picture hoping that she would magically move and that she would start talking to me. But instead the picture stayed still and she kept her friendly smile.

'I know I can talk to Eliza or dad, but it's not the same.' I couldn't talk anymore because I was sobbing too much. I didn't really care since I was alone. Or so I thought.

'Hey.' A voice behind me suddenly said. Rapidly I turned around which made me loose my balance and I fell down into the mud. In front of me was standing a boy with black boots, a skinny jeans, a leather jacket and underneath a grey sweater and he had his hood on which covered half his face. He walked towards me and grabbed my arm.

'Don't touch me!' I yelled scared and I tried to crawl back. The boy let go of my arm and let out a small and friendly laugh.

'It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. Let me help you up.' At first I hesitated but it seemed like I could trust him so I took his hand that he had reached out for me.

'I'm sorry I scared you.' He said sincere.

'Yeah, why did you do that?' I tried to rub the mud of my pants but it had no use.

'I don't know. I thought that if you would see me coming you would run.'

'Wouldn't you? Who walks around on a cemetery like that?'

'Like what?'

'You know, leather jacket, boots, hoodie on.'

'Well I'm sorry if my clothes scared you.'

'They did, but apology accepted.' I looked down at my mother's grave again and I felt tears welling.

'Are you okay?'

'Not really.' Maybe it was because I could hear the sympathy in his voice, but I felt like I didn't have to lie to him.

'Family?'

'Mum.'

'I'm sorry.' He rested his hand on my shoulder and we stood there for a few seconds like that looking at my mum with her sweet smile.

'So what's your story?' I finally tore my gaze away from the grave and looked in his brown eyes, or what I could see of them.

'My aunt. She's been dead for a few years but I still come and visit her once in a while.'

'Well, you're a good nephew.' I smiled.

'I try.' I didn't know who this strange guy was, though he seemed familiar, but I felt comfortable with him. His company made me feel safe.

'Do you want to go sit on that bench over there?' I looked into the direction he was pointing and saw a small bench. It was covered in moss and it looked like it could fall apart any second but I agreed.

'Aren't you scared so alone on a cemetery?' He asked.

'Normally I would be, but I didn't really think about that when I came here.'

'Yeah I saw you crying at the gate.' Shameful I looked down. I didn't like it when people saw me cry let alone a complete stranger.

'I just had a fight with my ex best friend and I wanted to talk to my mum.'

'Seems like you're having a rough day.'

'Tell me about it.' We sat down on the bench and it made that unpleasant squicky sound that only a cemetery bench could make, but I wasn't scared. Instead I became happier with every second I was talking with the strange boy, he could make me laugh again. We talked about normal stuff like school, family and tv. There we were, two complete strangers sitting on a bench in a cemetery talking about our favorite tv-shows. After what only seemed like 10 minutes I looked at my phone.

'Wow, we've been sitting here for over an hour now.' I said surprised.

'Really? It seems more like 10 minutes.'

'I know right! But I should probably go, it's getting dark and my dad is probably wondering where I am.'

'Yeah you're right, my mum will be too.'

'Could you take off your hood? You haven't taken it off yet and You've been hiding your face under it.' I asked while walking through the gates of the cemetery.

'You don't need to know how my face looks.' He smiled cheekly.

'Well, can I at least know your name?' He started walking towards an alley and I could hear him say one last thing. I'm not sure if it's really what he said, but I think he said 'Zayn'. I knew one of Harry's band mates was called Zayn, but it couldn't be the same guy. Could it?