Impact (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter One

1.

"Hey, Shaye! Wait!" I started walking faster when I heard Will's voice. I didn't want to talk to him, but I knew I'd have to. "Shaye?" He said again once he'd caught up to me. "Hi Will. What do you want?" I asked calmly. "I just wanted to see if you were going to Sam's party tonight?" He said in question. "Well, I don't see how being around a massive group of people getting drunk and being generally stupid could possibly help me with my life in any way, so, no."

"Come on." He said as we rounded the corner to my street. "Listen. It's nothing personal, I'd just like to have some time to myself. I've been really stressed out this week and I need to be alone for a while."

"No, Shaye... Stop making excuses. What you need is to be around people. You haven't left that house since your mum die- you know..." I could feel the tears brim in my eyes when he brought up my mum. "You need to know that there was nothing you could do. It's not your fault, so stop blaming yourself. She was sick, and suffering." I knew he was right, but I continued to ignore him as we walked. "For God's sake, Shaye, look at me." I stopped walking and turned to face him. A few small tears made their way down my cheeks, but he quickly wiped them away with his thumb. "It's only one party. Please come with me?" He asked with a sympathetic smile. "You're right." I admitted, lifting my eyes to meet his. "From now on, I'll be a lot more reserved with my feelings. You're the only person in my life that I actually care about." I grabbed his wrist and we ran up the pavement to my house.

My mother had left everything to me after she had passed, the house, her car, everything. Sometimes I would sit in her car and remember the car rides we'd go on just to get out of the house. I had slept in her bed every night since the funeral, so when Will and I walked into my room, it was like a foreign land. My mum had never come into my room because she respected my privacy, so there was no way to remember her in this room.

"Okay, so now we need to find you something to wear." Will said as he walked over to my wardrobe. I sank into my navy duvet for a moment, feeling comforted by my own territory. "I think I'm going to brush my teeth." I said to him, his back still turned to me. "Okay." He said taking out a pair of my shorts.

I was feeling a little strange about going to the party. I hadn't been to one since before my mum passed. I had almost gone to one the night she died, but something in my heart told me to stay home. If it weren't for that feeling, I would have never gotten to say goodbye. But there was no reason for me not to go tonight. I spit the foamy paste into the sink and swished some water around my mouth. I returned to my room to find Will was sitting on my bed holding up the outfit he had chosen for me, "Wow, do you have an eye for style." I winked, taking the items of clothing. "I knew you'd like it." He said standing up. "Now get out so I can change." "Nothing I haven't seen before, but as you wish. I'll be waiting downstairs." He walked out, closing the door softly behind him.

I quickly showered and changed, adding some dangling police cuff earrings and matching necklace to complete the ensemble. I left my hair down and straightened the few areas that had a slight curl, and then applied a small amount of mascara to brighten my eyes. I sprayed my favourite perfume a few times and made my way downstairs.

"My lady," He smiled with and extended hand. "Don't you just look stunning." "Thank you," I replied. "Likewise." I looked at his different clothing; he must've run home to change. He was wearing a casual grey button up, cardigan, and black skinny jeans. "Shall we?" He gestured to the door. I took his hand in response and nodded. "We shall." I smiled.

Most people think that Will is my boyfriend, but they couldn't be more wrong. Will and have known each other for as long as I can remember. He's my best friend. And the biggest reason we're not a couple is that he's gay. So, while I was scouting for guys, he was doing the same. We would have late film nights and talk about our favourite male actors. We agreed on most of them, and we eventually discovered that we had the same taste in men. My mum loved Will and was always the first to invite him to spend the night. I looked over at him and my favourite memory of him and my mum flashed before my eyes. They were rolling on the floor laughing at something they wouldn't tell me. To this day I still didn't know what it was. I'd never seen either of them laugh so hard in my life. That was the month she had been diagnosed with the cancer.

"Shaye," Will's voice broke my thoughts. "We're here." He was standing at the open passenger door, waiting to help me out of the vehicle. "Sorry, I kind of got lost for a second." I apologized. "That's alright. What were you thinking about?" He gripped my hand and pulled me out. "I was thinking about the time you and my mum were laughing so hard you were crying, but I had no clue what was happening." I said. "What were you laughing at anyway?" I asked. "Oh, that was so funny," He chuckled as we walked. "We were laughing because your hair was a mess. It was stuck up everywhere. It shouldn't have been that funny, but to us it was." He exclaimed. "Glad I could amuse you." I said dryly. "Hey, cheer up Love." He did a little shake of his hips making me cover my mouth in a giggle. "You're a goof." I smiled, taking his hand. He guided me up the concrete stairs into the vast space of pounding music and dancing sweaty people. Oh boy, here we go.