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

Three - Don't Grow Up, It's A Trap.

The paramedics pulled out one of those stretchers, pulling the lifeless body of whoever was inside of that black bag on top of it. Lots of people have curly brown hair? Not only Harry. It's not him. They started wheeling the stretcher in my direction. I peeked over the black material. The boy. It was a boy. Big curly mop of hair on his head. Pale white skin. Big lips. Green eyes. The boy, the boy was Harry. I collapsed in a heap on the ground. My legs buckling from under me and me harmless to stop them.

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I was in shock. I was running. Running no where in particular. Just running. The tears were blurring my vision now. I felt like i was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the ones where you have to run, run to your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough. I couldn't see anything, nothing. My pace quickened now just as a huge body stopped me, almost knocking him over and me going flying with him. His hands wrapping around my waist and my head almost instantly fell into the crook of his neck. He balanced me up and I wiped the tears from my eyes, just about to apologise to the poor man I just slammed into. Just as I looked up a pair of warm brown eyes stared down directly into mine. Those familiar happy brown eyes were now filled with tears, brimming the rims of his lower lids. They spilled.

"L-Liam?" I whispered, only loud enough for him to hear me.

"Is it true, Tayla? Is he really, I-Is Harry really... dead?" The tears were flowing continuously now, down his red cheeks and falling off at the tip of his chin. His hands were trembling now as he awaited my answer.

I didn't know what to say, i just continued to cry as I nestled my head into his shoulder, soon soaking it with my salty tears. He rested his chin on the top of my head and I could feel his body jerking up and down, unable to contain his tears either. I didn't know how to handle him. I saw Harry myself, but I couldn't bring myself to the realisation that my best friend Harry Styles was actually dead. 

Myself and Liam just stood there. In the middle of the street, not caring about all the beeping cars and angry drivers that had to swerve around us.

Soon after Niall rolled up in his flashy car that was worth more than my entire life. He stepped out of the car, both Zayn and Lou stepping out of it too. I heard to uneasy steps of their feet on the pavement inch their way over to us quite quickly, they lead myself and Liam over to the footpath.They saw Liam and myself just hugging, they lead us both over to the side walk. They all looked at Liam, but didn't say anything. Just stared. Liam lifted his head and looked across at all of them. He nodded. Niall collapsed on the floor. Lou just shook his head, still in shock. Tears rimming his eyes, forcing to spill over, they soon did. Zayn just stood there. Frozen. Looking down at his black and white Nike Airmax's. Before bringing his hands up to his face and sobbing into them. Niall had collapsed in front of me. I was still crying. I leant over to Niall. He looked up at me with his beautiful, big blue eyes that were starting to turn red. You could see the hurt in his eyes. The loss. It's not the hurt like when you fall over and scratch your knee. Or, bruise your arm. It was the feeling of loss. Never being able to see someone again. Someone who means so much to you. Your best friend. We were never going to see Hazza again, ever. 

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Thank you for reading beautiful people!

I know it's a really short chapter, but i'm in the midst of writing another one now.  It will probably be up in the next half an hour. I hope you like it and please send me feedback.

Much love.

-Tayla. x