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

Twenty One - There's That Feeling Again.

“BREAKFAST IS READY!” I heard Louis yell from the kitchen.

Why is it that since I’ve been here I’m always waken up from someone yelling at me to announce that food is ready, just shoosh. 

Wait, how did I even get in bed?

I rolled over lazily in my bed, bringing the sheets up to my chin and pulling a pillow over my ears.  

“TAYLA! BREAKFAST!” There Louis goes again.

“I’M COMING! OH MY GOD!” I screamed back, angrily throwing the covers off my body and exposing it to the cool air. Light invaded the darkness of my eyes and I had to blink a few times to adjust. I quickly ran to the bathroom, washing my face and brushing back my loose curls, tying them up into a messy bun, it sat nicely on the top of my head. I went back into my room, pulling on one of Harry’s old Jack Wills jumpers, it makes me feel safe. It still smelt like him too.

I walked down the stairs the cool wooden floor chilling the bottom of my feet.

“MORNING!” Louis yelled, once again.

“Lou, stop screaming! I have a head ache.” I said back bluntly rubbing my hand on my head.

“Oh well, so-rry!” He said back waving his fingers.

Niall came out of the kitchen with an aspirin and a glass of water.

“Here, love.” He said all chirpy.

“Thanks Nialler.”

I threw the white pill to the back of my throat and gulped it down with one mouthful of water.

“Are we doing anything today?” I asked to no one in particular as I took my seat at the table, sticking my fork into two pancakes then putting them in my plate and drizzling loads of maple sirup on the top. I could see Niall smirk.

“Erm, how about we go to town or something?” Liam suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Niall and Zayn said in sync. Zayn ruffled Niall’s hair. 

Everyone nodded their heads approvingly. We made small talk around the table and I soon left, putting my plate in the sink and then running up stairs to get changed. 

I had a quick shower, letting the luke warm water drizzle down my small body for no more than ten minutes. I got out, drying off. I put on a cute summer floral dress which fell just below mid thigh. I matched it with a pair of strappy creme heels with a bow around each ankle. I let my loose curly hair dry naturally and it fell just above the small of my back. I’ve always loved my long hair. I moved into the bathroom, smearing on a light coat of foundation, some neutral eye shadow. A brush of mascara and eyeliner which highlighted my aqua blue eyes and a bit of lip gloss. I finished by smacking my lips together. I grabbed my frilly creme leather clutch and before having another quick glance in my mirror, walked out of my bedroom door.

I jogged down the stairs, my thick heels clicking on the wooden staircase. I stopped at the bottom on the stairs, ruffling the creases out of my dress and looking up to see four pairs of eyes looking me up and down with mouths wide open.

I looked up confused.

“What?”

Their eyes slowly drifted away and back to whatever they were doing. There was a chorus of, ‘oh, nothing’s’ but Niall continued to stare.

“You look beautiful Tayla.” I blushed a deep crimson, smiling sheepishly back at him.

All the boys looked over to Niall.