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

Twenty Five - Sick Inside Without A Sense Of Feeling.

“Haaaah.” I gasped for air as if I’d just been drowning. 

I was sat upright in bed, sweat masking my brow and soaking my whole body. Tears dripping down my face, breathing heavily. I took a few deep breaths in, trying to breathe normally again. It was just a dream, it was just a dream. 

But god, it felt so real.

I pulled my hand up to my neck, scratching it.

“Ouch.” I whispered to myself.

I poked the thin skin and it hurt.

What the hell. 

I rolled lazily out of my bed, pulling Harry’s oversized Jack Wills shirt down to cover my bottom. I trudged over to my mirror. 

Bruises. 

I circled around the big bruise that had rose on my neck, gently with my fingers. What was that from? I seemed to brush it off and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Four boys were sitting snuggly on the huge couch, they all looked quite sad, except for Niall. He was sat there laughing at the funny cartoon, stuffing his face with crisps, as per usual. 

"Good morning boys!" I said all cheerful. 

"Morning." They all seemed to say blankly back at me. 

Guess some people aren't having a good day then. 

I walked into the kitchen quickly frying up some bacon and eggs. 

"BOYS! It's ready!" I called out from the kitchen doorway. 

I heard the brushing of feet creep slowly into the kitchen. Niall arrived first, literally dribbling. All the other boys seemed to slump back in their chairs. 

"Dig in, then." I announced, since Niall had already filled his plate and the boys didn't even seem to move from their seats. 

"I'm not hungry." Zayn said plainly. 

"Zayn. " Liam said, sending him a look of warning. 

What the hell is going on. 

There was a few minutes of silence as the only thing we heard was the forks clinking on the cool porcelain plates. Even Louis was being quiet and that didn't seem right at all. 

"Why are you all in such a foul mood for?" I said, breaking the silence. 

They all seemed to take their attention off their plates and I felt all eyes on me. I looked at them, confused. Raising my eye brows anticipating their answers. 

There was a mixture of huffs and shrugs and they all began nibbling away at their food again. 

"Okaaay then..." I said, before getting up and putting my dish in the sink. 

“When you guys are finished, please wash the plates over, I’ll be upstairs.” I said, already making my way up the staircase.

I watched as Niall quickly went into the kitchen, I heard the water splash away and a mixture of cuss words. Oh Nialler. I heard the beating of feet climb the stairs and come closer to my room. 

“HELLO!” He yelled, I nearly jumped out of my skin. 

“Oh my god Niall.” I said, raising my hand to my heart.

“Sorry love.” He said, coming over to my bed and plonking himself down.

He didn’t even open the door when he came in?

“Do you want to go out? You know, like maybe to the shops or something, love?” He said, softly rubbing little circles on my thigh. It tickled, but I loved it.