Styles Fx

The End or The Beginning

Harry's POV

I slowly open my eyes and look around. I am just lying here taking in my surroundings. It is so silent here. "Where am I?" I ask myself. Everything around me is white and there is a slight breeze blowing. It is also unusually warm. The silence is deafening. Eerily so. There is no one else here. I am alone. However, I don't feel afraid. I slowly sit up and attempt to stand. I notice I have no pain in my body and I actually have a bit of a spring in my step. I begin to walk. I have to try to find someone in this place. There has to be someone somewhere. I walk and walk but I never get anywhere. It is like I am walking in place. The scenery never changes. There is white everywhere. I am beginning to get a bit freaked out when I catch a glimpse of something. It looks like a person walking towards me. They are pretty far off. I also begin to hear faint voices that it seems like I can recognize.

I shake my head and began to run. I need to get to whoever this is and find out where the hell I am. As I get closer I can tell that it definitely is a person. It appears to be a man. He has short hair and he seems to be around my height. I stop walking and wait for him to approach me. I can't make out his face but he seems to have a body structure somewhat like mine. The voice's I was hearing seems to have faded as the man approaches. I begin to get an uneasy feeling. I want to turn and run the opposite way away from this stranger. He is so close to me now. Why can't I see his face? He is about 100 feet in front of me. I want to scream for help because he has picked up his pace in walking. "Who are you?" I yell out in hopes of a response. I intake a sharp breath as the guy comes to a stop right in front of me. I blink my eyes because what the actual fuck. He looks me in the eyes as I stare back into his cold black ones and he answers, "I am you."

Louis' POV

No matter how hard I try I can't get Harry's last words out of my mind. I try to focus on the dance but I can't. We have now begun learning and rehearsing the dances for different scenes in the movie. We have been practicing in Styles Fx. This is the second week of practice and I am starting to worry about Harry. No one has seen or heard from him since he left the hospital. I have been by his house as well as some of his workers trying to make sure he is alright. He never comes to the door or answers his phone. Josh has been constantly drilling me because he doesn't understand how I can be worried about Harry. What can I say? You never truly get over your first love right? Well, at least I hoped that was right. I don't know any other reason that I could be so concerned with how he is. I need to see him.

I had explained to Josh about who Harry was when I came from the hospital that day. He was a bit upset that I had stayed so long and demanded to know why. After I told him, he was even more angry saying I did not need to worry about how he was because he deserved whatever he got. I did not agree and I became angry. I defended Harry's actions from all those years ago yet again, to my own surprise. Josh just shook his head and went out. When he returned he had cooled off and we sat down to talk.

I told him about everything. How Harry and I had the perfect relationship. I told him that the only thing bad about it was that we had to hide while we were in school. I told him Harry was my first everything. He was my first crush, my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first time, and my first love. I told him we had even planned our futures together. We were going to apply to the same uni and everything. He would major in business and my major would be theater and dance. This was when I had to tell about the second worse day in my life; the day I was assaulted.

After I was done explaining everything, he just sat there pondering things. He couldn't understand how that would be the second worse day. He was nearly in tears and holding me tight as I cried a bit telling the story. To most people it would be the absolute worst day. Not mine though. So when he asked what was the worst day I took a breath, looked him in the eye and said it was the day I saw Harry again. He looked confusedly at me with his head to the side a bit so I began to explain.