A Midnight Memory (Harry Love Story)

Third Person...

Harry walked down the street calmly, looking at the bright lights London has to offer for him. The lights shone brightly in the winter night. The snow was coming down lightly, the snowflakes so delicate that he thought if he touched it, it would shatter, but in actuality, would melt at his fingertips. The lights casted in the night gave a beautiful glow to it. The moon was only partially seen from the passing clouds. The lights that were given were only colored lights, so the snow would look perfectly against the bare trees left over. The things Harry wore was his usual skinny jeans, a tee-shirt with a nice jacket over it, boots, a bracelet, his favorite necklace and a beanie, the only things that could offer any warmth for him.

He made his way towards the small park near by, a place where he could relax. He sat there for a good twenty minutes on the bench, watching the small white crystals dance in the winter air elegantly. Watching it made him forget the world around him, just watching something so small and fragile dance with such liveliness. It also made him forget about the hate that likes to be delivered by some people via internet. For a couple days, he's gotten rotten messages from his accounts, worse than normal. It's normally a few comments that just gets him annoyed, but it hurts him even more today.

When he finally did get up, a thought goes through his head saying he should go home, that Louis might be wondering where he is, since he didn't bring his phone with him.

He walked back down the familiar streets with a certain unease settling in his stomach. He felt like he wasn't alone. Yes, he's walking down the London streets and people were around him, but not that kind of feeling. Like something bad is bound to happen with every step he took. He quickened his pace slightly, not increasing too much to catch suspicion. The feeling only got stronger.

Then he heard it.

A familiar sound of a trash can falling, breaking the silence he was bounded in. He got closer to the alley way it came from, hearing small amounts of a man cussing under his breath. Maybe the man decided to walk this way and couldn't see well, bumping into the trash cans? Then, he heard something falling to the ground, and heavy feet running the opposite direction.

Curiosity now has him peaked. He walks as slowly to the alley as possible, ignoring the dreaded feeling buried in him. He looks around the corner and his heart stops.

Crimson red liquid coming from an unfamiliar source, it stains the snowy ground with it's thick clots. Now, he has to know even more. He gets closer to the source and as soon as he sees it, he screams for someone to scream for 999 (911), automatically jumping to action in the need to help.

There on the ground is a girl, around the age of 18, lying pale on the ground. A head injury clear as day with her brown hair, injuries mainly everywhere, stomach, legs, arms. The rest became a blur to the boy as he followed to the hospital, wanting to know the fate of the mysterious girl whom he found.