Why do I love you? (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Too late

I am woken up by the sweet sound of birds singing out the window and the sun rays peeping through the curtain as a smile pulls across my face.Im feeling relieved,refreshed and well rested.Im in a jolly mood today,finally we are free.

I check the time and it's already 11am.

I yawn and stretch my arms before I slowly make my ways down the stairs.

I must have been tired to sleep in that late I think to myself as I yawn again.

"Morning,I call out" As I walk towards the living room.

No reply

"Are you awake guys?Im gonna make breakfast in a while" I announce

Niall soon appears from the living room door with a glum face "No need" He simply, replies in a sad face.

"What did I miss?Don't tell me you guys had breakfast without me?" I huff

"What's with the sad face?" I question

"Cara he's gone" Niall announces

Those words hit me like a tonne of bricks,my heart pounds and my body begins to shake

"Wait what no,don't be silly.What do you mean?" I reply barging past him into the living room to stand by Dexters side.

"Come on wake up" I yell shaking Dexter as a pale colour is present on his face and life seems to be drained out of him

"Come on please,wake up" I shout again pumping his chest and attempting to breathe air into him

"Cara please,he's dead" Niall says again as my eyes cloud

A sharp pain erupts in my chest as Niall lifts me off of Dexters lifeless body as I kick as scream.Tears furiously stream down my face as my throat feels dry and an ache in my stomach begins to increase.

Niall hugs me as I fall to my knees on the floor and cry into my hands.

"Cara,he died in his sleep" Niall tries to comfort me

I don't reply just sit and cry.I cry until I feel I can't cry anymore.

Then I think about him and cry again.He was such a kind,funny guy.I never really got to know him very well.He's been a big part of my time at that dreadful place.

I pick myself up from the floor,my face sure to be red a blotchy.The pain in my chest continues to burn.Niall grabs me and hugs me tightly as we stand there for a while as my tears continue to flood.I keep trying to fight the tears but they don't stop.I try to catch my breath but it's beginning difficult.

I try to slow my breathing and calm down, but memories me and Dexter had flood in my mind.

I close my eyes remember I the few we had.My eyes start to sting from crying and I'm sure by now there red and blood shot from constantly rubbing them.

"I'll leave you for a while" Niall mention

"Tha.....nk ... You" I manage to say as he passes me a tissue before he leaves the room,closing the door behind him.

I stand there arms folded with one of my hands up to my mouth as I stare at the floor.Contemplating whether I can face seeing him.

I soon get the courage  to stand where he lays.I crouch down next to him.As I see his face,it looks like he's sleep and I'm expecting him to open his eyes to look at me.

I move my hand to feel for a pulse that unfortunately isn't there.

My eyes well up again as I touch his face.

"I'm sorry" I whisper.I tare I eyes away from him.I sit myself down in the kitchen with my head in my hands.

I grab the house phone and dial the only number I know to call when I need help.George Franklin,the head of my agent team.

I frantically dial his number,which I know off my heart.The phone rings and rings.

"Come on George pick up" I whisper

"Hello?" He answers

"It's Cara,we need you" I say through the phone.

"Cara how lovely to hear from you,wait who's we?" he asks

"George please I'll explain when you get here,just hurry" I call through the phone

"Okay Cara,I'll be there as soon as I can" He say

"Okay I ...." Before I can finish my sentence the phone goes dead

I race up the stairs "Niall pack up your things,we're getting out of here" I shout as I reach the top of the stairs

"Got it" He yells back

I get showered and ready for when he arrives.

George was always a strict man,he warmed to me though when I was in agent training camp.Took me under his wing like a daughter,see his daughter died when she was just 12,he's never explained what happened.

We lost contact when I decided to be an agent off my own doing but he always said if I need him,he was always a phone call away.

I get ready and get dressed into Dexters ,mums agent uniform.

I can't help but feel Dexters parents aren't alive either,he never really spoke of them.