That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Two - I Remember The Day You Left.

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. The front door. I rolled out of bed lazily, bringing my duvet with me and wrapping it around my now freezing body. I walked slowly to the door, my head still spinning and my eyes still trying to focus from getting up so abruptly. My hair was probably a mess, aswell as my make-up. I put the key in the lock and turned it twice, hearing the click it made as the locks switched over to the other side and it opened. I brought my hand up to the handle, turning it and opening the door to the cool breeze that wafted over my shoulders.

I was surprised to see who it was. There were two police officers standing in front of my door. Both in their navy blue suits and badges hanging from the top collar of their pockets. No emotions plastered on any of their faces. They just stared at me. The police officer on the right was a stout old man, leaning his hand on the right hand side of my door frame. His hair was dark brown, the mischievious grey hairs only just starting to show. He looked around his mid forties and had a very delicate moustache that curved perfectly upwards at the ends. The other man looked like a relative of the older man, maybe his son. He had dark brown hair, much like his fathers although his sunglasses hid the colour of his eyes.

"Um, hello. Can i help you?" I said unsurely, bringing the duvet back up around my shoulders where it had fallen slightly.

"Hello, are you Miss Dawson?" One of the officers said, while the other stared at his feet and moved around uncomfortably.

"Yes, I am." I replied hesitantly, raising my eye brows.

"I'm sorry to inform you that Mr. Styles has been murdered." He said seriously. The other one still staring at me blankly.

"No, he is not." I said, half laughing, shaking my head at how ridiculous this whole scenario was.

"Miss, we found him last night in the park, a few blocks from here." He said, turning around to point half way down the road, a look of sincerety and sympathy washing over his blue-grey eyes.

"No, I saw him last night, but thank you for your time officers." I said, closing the door. The only sound that I could hear was the pounding of my own heart beat in my chest, it seemed to block out all the other sounds as I was numb to every thing around me.

I slammed the door in their face, leaning my back against it and hearing their footsteps slowly fade into nothing. I actually laughed to myself, Harry can't be dead. That's ridiculous. He was with me last night, all of last night. The only reason he's not here now is because he probably went home after i fell asleep right? Or maybe he just went home this morning? 

I picked up my mobile phone and clicked away at the numbers. I've memorised Harry's. I held the phone up to my ear and the dial tone started to ring. It rung out after the fifth tone, instantly going to his message bank.

"Hey, erm. This is Harry, sorry I can't get to the phone. I'll erm, call you later, love."

But Harry always picks up his phone. Doubt started running through my mind. No, who am I kidding. That's probably just the wrong 'Mr Styles' that the police officers were talking about before right? Yeah. I called one more time, still no answer. Now I was starting to panic. My heart beat greww faster and it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest any minute now.

I decided to get dressed. I just threw on a pair or old worn out jeans and an oversized hoodie. One of Harry's old ones that he lent to me. I put on my black canvas shoes. I washed my face and applied a thin amount of foundation and a bit on concealer to the growing pimple on my forehead. I put a few brushes of mascara onto my already long eyelashes and brushed the knots out of my hair and pulling it back into a messy bun. I grabbed my phone off the bench, walking to my door opening it, then closing it behind me and turning the key in the lock, closing it securely.

I started to walk down the street, down to the park that was no less that five blocks away from my house. My pace quickened as I saw four police cars surrounding the front of the park and that yellow tape saying 'caution'. I pulled up to the front of the park, there were already about five other people just staring at the crime scene. 

"What's this all about?" I asked a slightly older women who was standing next to me.

"I'm not entirely sure, but apparently someone was murdered." She said, not taking her eyes off the crime scene.

I nodded my head and walked closer, until a police officer put his arm out in front of me, informing me to move back.

"I'm sorry Miss, this is a crime scene. You cannot go any further." He said in a deep stern voice, pushing me back slightly.

I nodded. I heard the familiar sound of an ambulance rushing in my direction, stopping just in front of me. That's when i saw the black bag that was laying on the floor. No more that 100 metres in front of me. It was zipped up, but not all the way. I couldn't see the face but I saw curls peering through the opened zip. Curls? My vision became blurry now.

"H-Harry?"