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

Eleven - The Pain Still Lingers.

The way he lay there. His body lifeless, his hair all disheveled, all the pink colour drained from his lips, his green eyes had lost all their liveliness, his skin even paler than usual, just lying there, not saying a word. Dead. 

This was the image that had been lingering in my head for days now. I hadn't left my room. I'd turned everything off, my iPod, phone, laptop, everything. I was dead to the world, just like Harry. I hadn't even showered. I hadn't left the spot on my bed where I'd crashed here a few nights ago, after the funeral. The funeral for Harry. Harry was actually dead. I hadn't spoken. Or eaten either. I wasn't hungry, even if I was I couldn't bring myself to eat anyway. I knew the boys must be worried but I really couldn't bring myself to do anything. I hadn't slept for these past three days. If I had I knew that my dreams would be overcome by nightmares of my dead best friend. Bags hung from my eyes and I knew my hair was a mess, although i couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror. Sleep would haunt me, but it's not like being awake was any better. All it was, was me the sheets. The sheets if poured my heart out on for the last thee days. The sheets I'd drenched over and over again with my salty tears. I was just about to pick up the blade. Before this I'd been around a month and a half self harm free. I didn't care though. Who needs friends when you have your blade right? I picked up the cool blade and held it against my warm skin. Just at that very moment the temperature in the room dropped. I could feel that something or someone was with me, almost trying to get me to stop.

"Harry?" I called out, merely whispering into the never ending darkness, tears brimming my eyes now. 

I was scared, but it was a comfortable presence. It almost felt like a pair of hands, big hands, were placed gently on my shoulders. With that the cool blade slipped out of my hand and I drifted off into an almost comfortable sleep. 

DREAM. 

"TAYLA! do you know how expensive this hotel is per night!?"

I was woken up to this, Harry pretty much screaming into my ear while throwing his hands up in rage, although almost smiling because of all the shit we just got ourselves into. 

"ehhh, Harry what do you want, just let me sleep." I said back whining whilst rolling over, I really wasn't in the mood. 

"Tayla. We owe over three grand."

That was enough to make me jump out of bed. I pulled the covers off my body exposing it to the cool autumn air that lingered in the very flashy apartment that myself and Harry had been staying at for the past two nights. 

"WHAT!" I almost shouted wide eyed and open mouthed. 

He just stared back at me, same expression plastered along his face, nodding slowly. 

A smile crept up onto my face. We sat there looking at each other for minutes, before I broke the silence.

"awwwwwe shit." I laughed, soon after Harry was doubled over clutching his stomach too. 

he stopped all of a sudden. After we’d both settled down and started to breathe normally again Harry spoke.

"Hey Tayla, do you want to do something, you know. A bit crazy?"

"Well depends Haz, what type of crazy?"

"Run away from the hotel."

"Without paying?"

"Well obviously, there's no way we’re able to afford this."

"Harry no, this is the worst idea ever."

I stopped for a minute and a smile crept up to my lips, Harry looked at me almost pleading, he looked confused too. 

"Let's do it."