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

Twelve - Pictures Never Change

“Come on now, love. Let’s get something to eat.”

Typical Nialler, always worrying about what to shove in his mouth and down his throat. I liked that about him though.

“Not hungry.” I said back bluntly, still shaken up from the dream.

“Tayla, I know you haven’t eaten for days. I’m not stupid.”

God, he can read me like an open book.

“I said I’m not hungry Niall.” My stomach disagreed with me because at that moment it rumbled. Gee, thanks.

“Your stomach seems to disagree.” He said smiling cheekily before taking my hand, dragging me out of bed down the cream hallway, down my spiral staircase and all the way down to the kitchen.

He lifted me up onto the counter while he scurried around my kitchen trying to find forks, plates and what not. He opened the fridge and his mouth turned into a perfect ‘o’.

“You have all this stuff in your fridge and you haven’t even eaten one bit of it?” A smile plastered along his face like a little boy in a candy shop.

I simply nodded.

He grabbed out the fresh bread rolls. Which weren’t really fresh anymore, they were a bit stale. I don’t think he really cared, though. I has a stack of cold meats in my fridge, he pulled them out too and a block of cheese and a jar of olives. 

He started to slice the olives and then he moved onto the cheese. He cut open one of the rolls. Stuffing in a couple pieces of cheese, some ham and salami.

“Olives?”

“No thanks.”

He nodded, closing the sandwich and cutting it in half. He slid the plate across the counter and it stopped right beside me.

“Thank you.”

I watched as he made his sandwich. Throwing in about four slices of cheese, half the jar of olives and finishing off the rest of the ham and salami. His roll was stacked about five times higher than mine. Typical. He didn’t bother cutting his in half, just shoved half of it down his throat and took out a big chunk of it.

“Go on then” He said with his mouth still full of food.

I looked down at the plate with the sandwich placed neatly atop of it. It was like a monster to me and it took every ounce of my power to pick it up and put it in my mouth. Niall was staring at me intently. I picked the sandwich up and put it in my mouth. I bit down onto the stale bread as the flavours took over my taste bud. It was pretty good actually. I saw Niall smile as he took another bit out of his sandwich.

I actually finished the sandwich and it stayed down. We quickly cleaned up and did the few dishes. Then plonked ourselves down on the couch.

“Do you want to look at some photo’s, or is it too soon?” Niall said, breaking the silence.

I hesitated for a bit.

“Yeah, actually I’d like to.

Niall ran up to my room, where he’d left his bag from when he’d come in some tome last night. Now that I think about it, how did he even get in anyway? After a couple of minutes of hearing him ruffle through his things, he came down with a huge photo album. Smiling warmly at me as I returned one. He plonked himself down onto the couch, closely next to me.

“You sure you want to see these love, you don’t have to.” he asked me, holding out the pictures. I took them into your trembling hands.

“I want to, I-I’ll be okay.” I said back hesitantly, although trying to sound confident.

Niall stood up, shuffling behind the couch and leaning over me to have a better look at the photo’s.

One by one, I flipped though them. His eyes were the first thing I saw. Emerald green, brighter with excitement. I felt Niall right behind me, looking over my shoulder at the photo’s. In nearly every photo Harry was smiling, his deep dimples showing and I, myself couldn’t help but smile too, with tears rimming my eyes. A single tear rolled off my cheek and down onto the photo album, landing right on Harry’s chest. I rubbed it off quickly.

“That one was from when we went to Texas. He wouldn’t stop running around doing silly things, we were in the middle of writing a new song too.” he explained. I could hear the smile in his pained voice. I flipped over to the next picture, scanning over it slowly, and couldn’t help but laugh. Harry was in his onesie, a pink one. Walking around town like it was the most normal thing in the world to do. His Brown curls sticking out from underneath his hood. He was with fans, his arms wide open to encase them with his bone crunching hugs. I missed those hugs. I heard Niall chuckle behind me, his big hand resting lightly on my shoulder.

I flicked over to the next page, slightly giggling. The next picture made the smile instantly wipe off my face. Harry was standing on stage, with a huge green sign with black writing that read “I MISS YOU TAYLA, WISH YOU WERE HERE LOVE!” The black sparkly letters standing out brightly against the fluro green background. Niall cursed under his breath as I just stared at the picture. I felt my body instantly go cold, and I lost control of my muscles. I had no control over my body at all. The big photo album slipped away from my hands like sand slipping through your fingers. I heard it crash down onto the floor and open to another page that I couldn’t bare to look down at. The next thing I knew, I was falling directly into Niall’s muscular arms.

Sobs ripped from my chest as I clutched closely to Niall’s warm chest, pulling at the white cotton fabric of his simple white t-shirt. His warm skin felt boiling hot as it touched my ice cold fingers. I just sobbed into his chest while his broad hands stroked through my long brown curly locks. Making me calm down a bit, but the tears still spilled down my cheeks endlessly, saying they weren’t going to stop anytime soon. 

I looked up into his clear crystal blue eyes, ready to tell him to just leave. I wanted to tell him that I would be fine without him and that I didn’t need him. That I’m fine with Harry not being here anymore and that I’ll get over it soon. I just couldn’t. If I told him that, we both knew that wasn’t the case. I’d only be lying to myself. He looked down at me with his big blue eyes filled with nothing but worry, and I felt the words get stuck in my throat.

All I could do was sob into his chest until the tears stopped, and that’s exactly what I did.