I quickly snapped myself out of that memory, thinking that, that was only a few nights ago. A few nights ago he held me tightly in his muscular arms. A few nights ago his fingers tracing invisible shapes and patters on my cool skin. Just a few nights ago.
I looked up into the empty Police Station lounge that myself and the boys were now sitting in. I was still lounging against Niall's chest. The faint clicks of the secretaries long finger nails clicking against the keyboard letters, breaking the still silence. With that being said a bigger man, about four times my size waddled out of one of the rooms, his body swaying from side to side. He seemed nice. That was until he spoke.
"Is there someone called Tayla here? Tayla Dawson?" His deep voice bellowed through the white corridors.
I lifted my head, almost scared.
"Um, yes. That's me."
Niall looked down at me encouragingly, nodding his head and releasing a small smile from his rosy pink lips.
I sat up.
"Come with me please."
I picked myself up from the very uncomfortable steel chair that i'd been sitting on for at least the past hour and walked over to the man who had requested me.
"Right this way."
He lead me down a series of long white corridors. Everything was white. The walls, the ceilings, the doors. Everything. It was like a hospital, really. He lead me to a room, cushioned walls. A table, and a chair on each side was all that was in the room. The man pointed to the chair gesturing for me to sit down. I did as i was told. He walked over to the other side of the chair, swinging it around. Straddling his legs on either side and resting his chin on top of his hands on the back of it. He looked at me inquisitively. I just fidgeted uncomfortably on the wooden chair, looking at the ground. My hands clutching the sides nervously. That's when he spoke.
"How rude of me, I'm Sergeant Banks." His personality seemed to soften.
"Nice to meet you, Sergeant."
I wasn't really ready for what he was about to say next.
"Okay, so Mr. Styles. Harry is it?" I nodded, signalling him to go on.
"Yes, Harry Styles, he was murdered a few days ago." Those words struck me like a knife. It was true. Harry was, really gone. The tears started now and he stopped, looking at me sympathetically before planting his huge hand on my shoulder.
"It's alright Miss. We just need any information that you can give us, to help whoever did this, and put them away for good. It's okay."
He rubbed at my shoulder and that seemed to calm me down a bit. I took in a few deep breaths gesturing for the man to keep going.
"Okay, Harry was found in the park. Three broken ribs, both of his legs were shattered and a brok-"
"Please stop!" I almost screamed as the tears streamed endlessly down my face.
"Don't." I crumpled into a heated mess on the floor, flipping the chair over in the midst of it all.
"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I WASN'T THERE." I shouted at the man, banging my hands onto his chest repeatedly.
"I WASN'T there to help him. I wasn't there." I cried in agony. Almost to a whisper, barely audible.
The man pulled me into his chest as i cried my heart out. He signalled for another officer to go grab one of the boys. Not long after that i head the drumming of footsteps come closer to the room and the door swing open. It was Liam. The man loosened his grip and stood up. Liam ran down to me, placing one arm around me and one hand on my head which was now nestled in the crook of his neck.
"Shh, Tayla."
He gently rocked me back and forth. After a while the officer glared down at Liam nodding his head, signalling for us to leave. He picked my up bridal style and carried me out of the questioning room.
"I'm sorry Harry. i'm so sorry." I whispered.
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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING. i'm probably going to write up a couple more chapters byt the end of the day so they'll be up tonight. Hope you guys are enjoying it
Much love Tayla. X
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That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.
Ficção AdolescenteWhat happens when your bestfriend/lover is brutally murdered. You start blaming yourself for it. That's exactly what Tayla Dawson is doing. But what if it turned out to be one big lie? This fanfiction is a mix of love and loss. Read it to find out...