Harry Styles Imagines

The Walking Fans

*dying*

*harry digs my dead body up*

"No..." He slowly says... Looking at the rotten corpse.

"A FAN I NEVER GOT TO MEET!" He screams, letting my lifeless body fall back into the coffin. "Harry," Niall says, comforting his friend. "WHAT NIALL? THE FUCK YOU WANT!" Harry screams."TO SAY HURRY UP! NIGGA DAMN! ITS 38 DEGREES OUT AND ITS ILLEGAL TO DIG UP DEAD BODIES" Niall shouts, throwing the shovel down and walking away.

"Harry?" A small voice is heard.

He looks around until he looks at the corpse.

"PERCILLIA?" He says, rushing down.

"ITS FUCKING PRESLEA" I shout, scowling at him.

"Yeah yeah. Fuck. You. I didn't even care anyways,"He says, defending his manliness.

"Then why are you here?" I say in a tone of curiosity. "I was just..." He stands and walks away.

"HAROLD?" I shout,"HARRY!"

"HAR-" he dug the shovel into my neck, and it easily passed through and into the bottom of the coffin.

The look in my eyes was of fear and amusement.

"HARRY!!!" I screamed, grabbing his ankle. He stumbled backwards and fell, landing on his wrist.

As he screams, I drag him into the coffin with me. For. Eternity.

Thanks for reading! All creds go to my amazing hoe frand Preslea!