Reflection. (Harry Styles)

Prologue.

I walked down the corridors towards Nat's room, tucking my phone in my pocket after texting her that I was coming up - after permission from her parents of course. I needed to talk to her. After arguing for weeks on end now, we just needed to clear the air. It was as if whatever we said seemed to trigger something in the other's mind.

To be honest with myself, it was mainly me who picked the fights. Stress had been pouring from my collar recently, and I was always on edge trying to make everything work. But it was no excuse for me to take it out on her, she didn't deserve it.

I needed to apologize, badly, and maybe that was why sweat began to form on the back of my neck. Knocking at the door, I took a shaky breath and waited for her to shout through to me.

I thought of her pretty face, her blue eyes and pale skin. The curve of her jawline, her rose bud lips and straight teeth. She always wore her hair straight, the ends perfectly trimmed every two weeks and her nails painted prettily. She liked to wear make up, a bit of pink eye shadow usually and mascara.

I just wish everyone would see that. Zala, Kate and Taylor had been bitches to her since the first day, always on her back. It wasn't bullying, in fact it hardly bothered her. But they called her horrible things, like a slut and a whore only to try and work her up. They just always seemed to find something wrong with her, all the time, no matter what she did to change herself they would always find a flaw.

I realized minutes had passed, and frowned. "Natalie?" I called through the ark wooden door, resting my hand on it. Her parents had said she was up in her room, and they wouldn't lie. Silence.

"Nat? Are you in there?" I asked unsure, pressing my ear against the door to see if I could hear movement. But I heard absolutely nothing, so twisted the door handle and pushed on the stiff door. I saw her in the corner of my eye as I looked into the room, and began to say her name. "Nat-"

But I stopped dead in my sentence as I froze in my place. I felt my body slowly grow numb, my hand tighten on the handle in an attempt to stay balanced. Paralyzing hurt and pain took over my body as tears welled up in my eyes.

This couldn't be real, it couldn't be. I was dreaming all of this, my mind was playing tricks on me, it had to be. I couldn't really be seeing the girl I loved, hung from her neck on a rope from the ceiling with a lifeless, pale face.

I felt the tears fall as I let out a shout to her parents. Sobs escaped my lips as I shouted again, still sobbing harshly with cries forcing their way out of my lips...

"Harry!"

I sat up, gasping for air as I felt sweat pour down my face. It felt as if I was resurfacing from being under water for so long, and I felt the need to grab any air I could get my hands on. My eyes were met with a concerned Louis, his hands still on my shoulders from shaking me for so long.

"Are you okay mate?"

His voice rang through my ears like an echo, and I put my head in my hands, tugging on my curls in anxiety. A head ache had formed in the centre of my eyes, making me scrunch up my face in pain. I wanted the banging to stop, I wanted the dreams to stop.

"I'm fine... It was just a... Bad dream." I tried to say clearly, but my voice failing.

"Are you sure? You were shouting and kicking, you've probably woken the whole hotel up!" he joked in a sleepy manner, large black smudges under his eyes. His chestnut hair was ruffled and I took the chance of looking at him to glance at the time.

It read one am, and I could see that the tanned boy was literally shattered. It was my fault, if I hadn't have woken him up he'd still be asleep now. "Er... Yeah, I probably have." I said weakly, forcing a smile, and turning over.

"Must have been a damn bad dream." he muttered to himself as he half groaned and sighed, shuffling over to his bed and throwing the covers back over himself.

I stayed awake well after that, just staring into the darkness as endless thought pumped through my head.

'A bad dream' I'd called it, but I knew it wasn't a dream- it was a memory.

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