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

Twenty Seven - Maybe He Really Is Gone.

Everything changed that day, I didn't know who I was anymore, I didn't know what to believe. 

"You promised." I would mutter to myself. 

"You said you'd never leave." I'd say again. 

I’d only be answered back with silence, I guess that’s what hurt most.

There were times that I'd think I’d see Niall, that he was still here with me. But that was probably just a figment of my imagination.

Schizophrenic tendencies, I’ve got. That was the result of Niall’s passing.

Its like every time I loved someone, every time I'd open up, they'd die. It's like a curse. It happened to Harry and now Niall. 

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I stopped my car in the middle of the empty bridge. I stepped out. Hearing my shoes pat lightly on the hard asphalt ground. It was a gorgeous day, not one cloud in the sky. The wind blowing my hair in odd directions, but it felt good. 

I looked out, over the bridge. There used to be water flowing through it, like a dam almost. It's been a dry summer and all the water evaporated, it was just hot dry cement now. I pulled my leg over the railing, straddling it before flipping my other leg over. I carefully turned my body around, so I was facing where the water should've been. I tightened my grip on the railing and leaned forward, only to be stopped by my hands, I did that a few more times, almost as if my life were a game. All the memories flashed, the first day Harry and I became friends. 

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FLASHBACK. 

I was sat in the sandpit, just a normal day at primary school, minding my own business. Everyone else was playing on the slide and the swings and what not, I was content in the sand pit. There was a new boy at school. He had curly, curly hair. Big green eyes too, he was sat on the other side of the sandpit. Every now and then I'd see him looking at me, from the corner of my eye. I looked up, looking the green eyed boy in the eyes, my eye brows slightly raised. 

"Hello." The curly haired boy said shyly. He continued to play with his spade, shoveling sand into a bucket and then laying it out flat, making a castle. 

"Can you show me how to do that?" I asked him. 

His eyes shifted from the bucket to me, giving me a shy smile. He trudged over with his bucket and spade and plonked himself down next to me. 

"What you have to do is, put the sand in here like this... Then you have to pour some water on it like this... Then you have to do this." He quickly turned the bucket upside down, smashing it onto the floor. 

"Then you have to do this." He carefully shook the bucket and pulled it off, revealing the nicely made sand castle. It began to slump on one side, before the whole thing collapsed under itself. The boy let out a big sigh and I giggled. 

"That wasn't too good." He said. 

I shook my head from side to side. 

"Nuh-uh." 

"What's your name?" The boy asked. 

"My names Tayla, what's your name?"

"My name's Harry." His eyes seemed to sparkle and a smile crept up to his lips. 

"Friends?" Harry asked. 

"Best friends." I said back, smiling idiotically. 

From then on Harry and I did everything together. We were always partners, always played at lunch times. We were best friends.