August Eighteenth - A Harry Styles FanFic

Prologue

I ran into my room and slammed the door behind me, before I collapsed on the floor, sobbing and pulling at the loose threads in my shirt in frustration.

I pulled myself up and sat on the bed screaming, "I don't want this! I don't want any of it!" I put my hands in my scalp, pulling at my tangled hair.

I stood up, tripping over my own feet as my footsteps echoed through the empty house, and making my way to the bathroom.

I picked up the cup that held my tooth brush and lifted the paper towel from under it, sliding my blade from under the damp cloth.

I leaned on the sink in desperation, unable to look up at the mirror. I disgusted myself. I took the razor to my arm and made multiple slits at the underbelly of my left arm.

The blood trickled down my arm and dripped onto the sink. "Not enough." I whispered.

I looked to my right, noticing the medicine cabinet in the crampt bathroom. I swung open the door and examined the inside.

I wasn't sure which prescription pills would cause death by overdose, so I grabbed all off them and held them in my shirt as I fumbled back into my bedroom.

I dropped the bottles of pills onto my bed and walked to my closet. I pulled a tape reading, "For My Beautiful Quinn" from a small cardboard box.

I pushed the tape into my DVR, pressing play as I dropped the pills onto my lap.

"Hi honey!" My dad said from behind the camera as he pointed it to me, a newborn laying in my crib.

His voice caused my eyes to swell and flood with tears, "Hi dad," I whispered as I opened the first bottle.

"Look at you!" he said as he tickled the baby. I dumped the pills into my sweaty palms. "My beautiful baby girl!" I brought my hand to my mouth, tides of tears rushing down my flustered cheeks.

I tilted my head back, ready to dump the colored tablets into my mouth. "Aw sweetie. I love you."

I paused, sitting there, pills touching my cracked lips. "I love you too." I poured the pills into my mouth and grabbed the water bottle on my desk, swallowing them in groups.

As my mouth was emptied, I picked up the next orange bottle, and paused the screen on my father's face. His reddish brown strands of hair were sprawled in all different directions on his head. The bags under his eyes were evident to the lack of sleep caused by a newly born child, but through his smile you could see that he was greatly and truly happy.

I lifted the plastic container up to the screen. "Salut." I said with a cracking voice as I chocked back the capsules holding my cause of death.

I could feel my body growing cold and weak. My hands were shaking, and sweat was dripping from my forehead.

I grabbed the next bottle and emptied it into my mouth.

Everything was going numb now. Black dots appeared throughout my sight. I struggled to hold myself up.

I grabbed another plastic container and poured the pills into my palm when all of the sudden I collapsed, pills spilling all over the floor. It was hard to keep my eyelids from sweeping over my watering eyes, when the stomping of familiar boots sounded up the carpeted stairs.

Harry slid onto the floor and lifted me up. He looked down at the emptied bottles and pills and a tear fell down his usually rosy cheeks. "Quinn come on pull through!" he yelled as he shook me. I defenselessly laid in his arms. "Why?" he said with a crackling voice which displayed his distraught.

"I love you," he wiped under my eyes and started to reply when I quickly said, "But you never loved me back," I whispered as I attempted to move away but I was too fragile to hold myself up.

"But I do, Quinn."

"Did you really?"

"I did and I still do. I love you."

"Too late, Haz." I said quietly as eveerything started to fade, the stomach pains, the emotional pains, the lights, the room, the world, and my world... Harry.

I died at 11:37pm. I was in Harry's arms as he ran down the sidewalk to the hospital. That was when it was all over.