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

Twenty Three - We Can't Be Strong All The Time.

This is a continue of the last chapter, pretty much.

TAYLA’S POV.

“I’ve been waiting forever to do that.” The Irish boys voice rang out through my ears.

I reached up, pulling my lips to his one last time. Smiling like a complete idiot into the blonde’s eyes.

“Tayla, what I’ve really been trying to say, or ask you really. Was... Well um.” He hesitated and I couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he was.

Was I ready though? Could I actually go out with Niall? What about Harry? So many questions sprang through my mind. 

“Okay, Tayla Dawson, can you please go out with me, well only if you like um, I’m sorry I’m not good at this.” The Irish boy said, flicking his fingers over the bed sheet and moving around nervously in his spot.

I hesitated for a bit. I really liked Niall, I really did but Harry? Harry is gone now, he’s past. I guess I have to move on, Harry would want me to move on, right?

“Yes.” I said back, giggling.

The blonde boy raised his head from the sheet and looked up at me. His big blue eyes glistening in the sunlight.

“Really?” Excitement rang though his thick accent.

I nodded my head, smiling.

“DO YOU GUYS WANT TO COME TO THE SHOPS!” Louis’ voice bellowed from the downstairs lounge room.

We’re always interrupted in this house.

Niall looked down at me, a smile plastered along his face showing his teeth. I loved when he smiled with his teeth.

“Do you want to come shopping love? I need to buy a new pair of supras, these ones are getting pretty old and rubbish by now.” He said pointing down to his dirty, worn out supras.

“I don’t really feel like going out today, but you can still go!” I said back, smiling.

“Okay, well I’ll see you in a bit love.” He stood up from the bed, bending down to plant a sweet kiss to my forehead, and with that he left my room closing the door behind him.

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There was a loud crash and what seemed like millions of china plates fall to the floor. I jumped off the couch almost instantly, running to the sound of the crash. It came from upstairs. 

It came from Liam’s room. 

Liam’s room?

I was home alone with Liam, the other boys had gone out shopping and myself and Liam really couldn’t be bothered.

I dashed up the spiraling wooden staircase and ran down the hallway to Liam’s room, first room on the right. 

I swung open the door and stared in horror at the brown eyed boy who was standing in front of a shattered mirror, blood dripping from his clenched fist that was still held out in front of his shaking body. Pieces of the mirror shattered all over the floor, masking the carpet.

He turned around to face me, sweat on his brow and tears streaming down his face. All the happiness that was once in those big brown eyes, gone. 

Liam James Payne, he’s always the sensible young man, the first one to tell you that everything is going to be alright. People tend to forget that this boy can break too. 

“Liam, stop.” I said, breaking the eery silence as I saw Liam nearly jump out of his skin, he didn’t know I was standing in the doorway.

“I-I’m sorry.” He cried. A heart breaking sob ripped through his chest as he fell into a heated mess on the floor.