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

Twenty - I Don't Fucking Know What I Want, Okay?

I moved into their huge flat, admiring the extremely over priced items that had been made their home. I admired every single little thing in that house, from the things as small as the kitchen cutlery to the huge jacuzzi that laid snuggly on their outside patio. Everything seemed happy that day. Everyone was happy. That is until you’re in your room at night. Until you’ve finished admiring all the new things and the new house that you’ve been told that you’ll be living in for the next god knows how long. That is until all the bright lights are switched off and it’s just you; alone in your room. Alone with yourself and your thoughts. You know that’s not a good idea. That’s when it all hits you. That’s when you realise that maybe even though there’s hundreds of people around you all the time, you still feel alone. That’s when you realise that out of all the people that care for you, you really only want that one person. Even if it’s impossible to get that one person back, you still want them. That’s when you realise that, that’s the only thing that has been eating you up inside. Eating away at the arteries around your heart. Not being able to have that one person. That’s when you realise that everything can be taken away from you so quickly. You realise that the people who said they’d always be there, wont. The people who were always going to be your ‘best friends’, weren’t. You realise that maybe there isn’t a light at the end of the tunnel. Well, there clearly is, but the walls that you’ve built up around yourself, the ones that’ve been standing up for so long around your miserable life, keep you from seeing it. The ones that you’ve pleaded so hard for someone to break down and you realise that the only person who could break it, isn’t here anymore. What makes it better is that you can’t do anything about it. Not one fucking thing. Nothing in the world can bring that person back and that adds to the whole other list of things that is wrong with your fucked up life. It’s days like this when you realise that even though you think that you’re over something and finally being able to move on, that you’re not and you really can’t. All you want to do is breakdown and cry and that’s exactly what you do. 

“DINNERS READY!” I was interrupted from my thoughts as Louis’ voice bellowed from the kitchen all the way up to my new bedroom.

The boys had been cooking and for the past two hours all I’d heard was the clashing of pans and cuss words ringing out from the overly large kitchen. Not that much later I heard the soft drumming of footsteps climb closer and gradually get louder as they climbed the stairs and stopped a few meters away from my bedroom door. I could see the shadows of the persons feet peer through the crack of my door. It swung open, quietly knocking on the other side of the wall.

I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and the probable mascara that had been dripping down my cheeks.

It was Niall.

He dropped the smile from his face when he saw the state I was in. He didn’t say anything though. He walked closer to my bed, I lifted my head to look at his beautiful blue eyes and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I shook my head in my hands.

I should be over him by now.

He lifted me up in his muscular arms and sat my down on top of his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist and his arms wrapped around my waist. With my head still in my heads I nestled it into his chest and cried. He just slightly rocked me. 

“I-I’m sorry.” I said through sniffles.

“Sh.” He cooed. “It’s okay, love.”

I lifted my head up from his chest and looked up into his crystal blue eyes. He kissed my forehead.

“Go wash your face and I’ll meet you down stairs for dinner, love.”

I nodded, lifting myself up and off of him. I smiled sheepishly before walking to the doorway of my en suite. I turned around, just before Niall walked out the door.

“Niall?”

“Yes, Tayla?”

“Thank you.” I blushed.

He smiled, nodding his head and walked out the door.

I washed my face and took in a few deep breaths, my eyes were still flushed red though. Oh well.

I walked down stairs, all the boys were sitting around the dining table. Zayn was in the kitchen, placing spoonfuls of pasta into the bowls while Louis set them down on the table. Niall gave me a look as if to say ‘are you alright?’ and I nodded to him. I sat down next to Niall and on the other side of me was Louis.

“Hope you’re hungry!” Louis exclaimed.

I nodded, I really was hungry.

I watched as Niall shoved spoonfuls of pasta down his throat, then go up for seconds. I hadn’t even finished one plate yet! All the boys wolfed down their food and I finished a few minutes later.

“Seconds?” Liam said lifting up both mine and his plates.

“No thank you, I’m full.” He nodded bringing my plate over to the sink and stacking it on top of his and the other boys’ plates.

The boys all ran over to the couch, piling up on top of it, fighting over the best seat in the house. I walked over, sitting down beside Zayn.

“Are you alright, love?” he leaned over, whispering in my ear.

“I’m fine.” I said, tears rimming my eyes.

He lifted his right hand up, sticking out his thumb and wiping away the stray tears that had fallen from my eyes.

“It’s alright, love.” He said kissing my forehead.

I laid down onto his shoulder, sobbing silently, his arm wrapping around my waist.

Really Tayla? Zayn too.

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i'm having Tayla and Zayn feels too.

ALL THOSE FLYING START PHOTO'S ARE NOT GOOD FOR MY OVARIES OKAY.

and omg the prank. 

Everyone deserves a HArry Styles during labour.

Harry was like breathing with her omg.

Liam just looked like a scared lost puppy.

Niall was like, 'oh you're in contractions? idgaf.'

and Zayn and Louis were like NA NA NA NA NAAAA. JOKES ON YOU.

but

JULY 23RD.

TWO YEARS (':

omg i'm so proud of the boys.

i've been watching all the old x factor auditions and omg they're so cute.

Zayn looks like a little possum who's lost his mother in the wilderness

Harry's curls are extra curly, he's seeming to have lost them as he gets older.

Louis just looks so gay and adorable. His hair.

Nialler is so cocky and cute. He didn't let Katy down.

Liam was just like I'M BACK BITCHES.

follow me on twitter? @taylalovesliam_

mwah mwah mwah.

i'm writing new chapters now.

big love, Tayla!