Stop All the Clocks

So i wrote this last year and i forgot about it but i didnt think this was good enough to post on my ao3 account so im posting it here.

WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH AND SAD ENDING

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The first time Harry received a note was a little while after they’d ended the tour.

He’d been walking down the street, doing his best to ignore the paps around him when someone bumped into his shoulder as they walked past. Harry mumbled a soft ‘sorry’ and noticed a paper lying on the ground. He picked it up and turned to give it back to the person, but alas, they were gone.

Looking back, he thought maybe it was his fault. Maybe if he hadn’t been stupid and opened the paper, he’d be okay.

But, curiosity killed the cat and eventually it killed Harry.

He opened the paper and immediately his heart dropped.

Tiny cursive letters in the middle of the paper, spelling out: Die, Harry Styles.

He felt nervousness and fear overtake him. His heart pulsed a mile a minute and his hands shook. He felt his eyes water and his mouth fell open in shock.

He’d gotten death threats before, but they’d always been online. Hurtful yet harmless and nothing to worry about.

But this. This was different. Someone had purposely bumped into him on the street and dropped the note, knowing he would pick it up. And knowing they had been right there next to him made Harry feel a little uneasy.

He crumpled up the note and shoved it in his pocket, trying to ignore the erratic way his hands were shaking.

He’d forgotten about the paps taking pictures of him. They got shots of his looking like he’d just heard terrible news. Those pictures circulated around twitter, tumblr, facebook, everywhere. Harry’s mum had even called to make sure he was okay.

He didn’t tell anyone though. He couldn't worry them over something he could quite possibly be over reacting about.

After all, it was only one note.

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He decided to tell Louis, after he got the second note.

It happened after an interview and he and the boys had just stepped into their dressing room. It’d been laying on top of his phone where he’d left it on top of the dresser. It was folded neat and evenly, and he’d almost missed it, just for a second, when Niall pointed it out.

“What’s that, mate?”

Harry glanced at it and his heart sped up and he just wanted to shrug and pretend he had no idea what Niall was talking about. He just wanted to shut his eyes and  pretend it wasn’t there.

But it was.

He mumbled something about a fan giving it to him (even though they hadn’t seen any fans all day) and stuffed it into his jeans pocket before anyone could say otherwise.

He waited until he got home to open it. He was sat safe in his room, on his massive and comfortable bed, but still his hands shook as he unfolded it.

It seemed identical to the first one. Same font, same tiny lettering. Except this one said: You are going to die!

His heart clenched and threw the paper off the bed. His body was trembling and his head was pounding and fat tears ran down his face.

Why was this happening to him? Why?