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

Ten - SYCO Or Should I say Psycho.

LIAM'S POV.

I woke up to the banging of pots and pans right in my ear. I jumped up in shock.

"What, what the hell." I almost screamed.

Lou and Niall were standing at the end of my bed giggling, staring at me mischievously. I rolled my eyes and collapsed backwards onto my bed, being engulfed by the soft, white sheets and nuzzling my head back into the pillow, bringing my blankets back up to my chin.

"Nuh uh!" Louis said now standing at the side of my bed. He pulled the sheets off of my body roughly and tugged on my arm.

"Come on, Leeeeyuuuummmm." I didn't budge.

"Guess we'll have to do it the hard way then." I hear Niall say under his breath as they left the room.

Soon after both Louis and Niall stopped nudging me and left the room. Yay. I pulled the sheets back over my now cold body and got comfortable. My eyes were just about to close when i heard footsteps come to my door, the handle opening and the soft creek as the door swung open. Oh no.

"It's time to get up in the morning. In the morning. Got Mcdonalds breakfast for you. Just for you, or any other brand. We drove two miles to get it, so now get up and eat it. You don't want to be a selfish lazy boy." At this point all three of the boys were jumping crazily ontop of me tugging off blankets and throwing pillows at me. 

"So we gotta get up! It's time to get up! It's time to get uuuup! It's. Time. To. Get UP! It's time to get up. Time to get up. IT'S TIME TO GET UP. IT'S TIME. It's time to get uuuuuuup."

Usually Harry would sing the next bit. I felt out of place now, sad.

"It's time to get up." I said bluntly and shoved the covers off my bare body walking over to the bathroom to have a shower. I heard a mixture of angry and sad sighs as the boys left the room.

After I washed off I put on a pair of boxers and walked into the kitchen shaking the towel over my wet hair, drying it quickly. Then springing the towel over my shoulder. I picked up a ripe red apple out of the fruit bowl and took a chunk out of it.

"Why'd I have to wake up for?"

"Uncle Simon wants to see us." Louis said looking up from the frying pan that was cooking some bacon.

"Oh, about what?"

"The album" Niall said, looking up from the morning paper, which was actually his twitter timeline.

The album. Harry wrote almost every song on that album. We were in the middle of recording it when, well you know. I thought it was going to be cancelled, so did the rest of the world. Obviously someone had a different idea.

"The album? Wh-what about the album?"

"I don't know, they didn't say. They hung up before i could even question anything. All he said was to be at the office by 12. So you better get your bum into gear, it's quarter past 11."

I nodded unsurely and walked back to my room. Throwing on a pair of cream chino's, a blue plaid shirt and a pair of my now old and worn out converse. Fixed my hair and walked out, waiting for the rest of the lads to get cleaned up. 

I hadn't been on twitter since it happened. I opened up the app on my phone and scrolled down my timeline it was filled with "Hope you're doing alright" and "Stay strong" messages. I smiled. Our fans cared about us so much. A tear filled my eyes as i looked at the worldwide trends. Five of them were about Harry. "We miss you curly." Then another, "Rest In Paradise Hazza." Then another, "We miss those dimples Haz." Then another, "Stay strong 1D boys" Then another that made the tear finally slip off my lid and roll down my cheek. "Harold We Love You So Much. We Miss You So Much. We're Sorry Boys, Stay Strong. We'll Never Forget The Memories, Dimples, Green Eyes or Curly Hair. Forever In Our Hearts." I smiled through the tears. He truly will be missed.