TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 26

I slowly fell down to my knees as the boys remained attached to each of my arms, I sobbed, I couldn't breathe, my lungs were being crushed. It felt as though everything left my body at that second, I felt hollow. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as Zayn and Niall threw my stunned body into the backseat of a car. I tried to look out the foggy, rain covered car window, but my vision was a blur. All I seen was a motionless body laying in a pool of dark blood. "Harry..." I whispered as my hand rested on the cold window.

Sarah's P.O.V

It's been six months...six whole months since that day. It's seems like it's been forever, but I'm trying my best to move on this time, even though everyone including myself knows that that's impossible. My parents came home a couple weeks after the incident, which seemed like years had passed since the last time I've seen them, but they aren't helping the situation whatsoever, if anything they're making it worse. I slid my fingers into the cardboard box, grabbed out a cigarette, and lit it as I sat on my window sill. I just don't care anymore, I feel useless without that asshole and that's sad to admit but I loved him with everything I had. I inhaled the burning smoke into my lungs and exhaled it into the cool, rainy weather. "Sarah?" My mom called from the other side of my bedroom door. I quickly put out the burning cancer-stick and got rid of the evidence by spraying perfume to try and mask the smell. "Come in." I said as I threw a piece of gum in my mouth. "Ew that perfume smells horrible!" she exclaimed when she walked in while making a disgusted face. I just rolled my eyes and said "Look, if this is another lecture about how he was just a phase and that I need to move on or how I only loved him because I felt like I was obligated to...then save your breath because I don't want to hear it anymore, not from you, not from anyone." "Look honey, I know you're hurting but you can't let him hold you back. He was just a boy." "You're wrong! He was never just a boy, mother! He treated me better than my own family does! Maybe if you were here for the last couple of months you would know that, but you weren't! You're the one making it worse, you're the one that comes in here every single hour to tell me the same speech over and over again! I'm sick of it! You're the one breaking me down even more! I'm done with this! It seems like only my friends understand what I'm going through because you sure as hell don't!" I spat, holding back the tears. She stood there astonished before finally speaking again. "What friends? The tattooed, no good punks? They're not your friends, they're bad influences and they make me wonder just who that boy of yours was." she snarled. "You wanna know who that boy was?" I grinned. She nodded her head, anxious for my response. "That boy was Harry Styles." I grinned evilly, wanting to make her blood boil. "You've got to be kidding me? You are joking right?" she became furious. "Nope, honest to God truth. Does that make you happy?" "Actually yes it does! Praise the lord that he's dead! This town had wished for this to happen for years, we just never thought it would come true. I hope he rots in hell for everything he has done, he deserves to be dead. He's the worst human being to ever live, why do you think the whole state knows him by name?" she acted as if this was a joke. "You know who deserves to rot in hell? You! To put someone down like that is just disgusting especially since you didn't even know him, I loved him and guess what mom..." I smirked. "What?" she hissed. "I fucked him and I fucked him hard!" I spit at her. Her hand went to slap me but I grabbed her wrist before she could. "Nice try, but I'm long gone after tomorrow and I won't be coming back. Maybe if you were in my life more you would have known that I've been finding a place to go for the past month. Being alone for so long kind of made me feel more...hmm independent you might say." I growled with her wrists still in my hands. She looked like she regretted everything she said and I did too but we both know we won't admit it. Her face softened and she said "Sarah, I'm sorry. Please don't leave, you're my baby. I didn't mean what I said about him, I don't like him and I know that, I should've kept it to myself, it was horrible thing to say, I understand that now...please...just don't leave me..." she began to cry. "I'm sorry, mom... I feel like it's the best thing to do...the best thing for all of us. He would want me to move on and not mourn about him all the time, I don't know if he's alive or not, no one knows, but if he was alive, I know for a fact he would have at least said goodbye..."  "As if he gave a shit." she mumbled under her breath. "And that is why if I want to get better for both mine and Harry's sake then I have to leave, I have to move on and try to be happy." Her face fell before not saying another word. She walked out of my bedroom door without protesting and I locked it behind her. 

Courtney has been searching for a roomate for awhile now and has literally been begging me to move in with her at her new apartment. I always pushed it aside but I guess it would be fun now that I think about it. She said I don't have to worry about paying her anything, but I feel guilty that I don't have anything to give her in return. As I continued to pack my belongings my dad called to me upstairs, probably aware of the situation of me leaving. He didn't bring it up all he said was "There's a boy here for you..." My heart lit up with anticipation but it was soon ruined by him continuing. "He says his name is Michael Clifford." I tried to think of who that could possibly be but I had no idea. I walked down to the front door to meet eyes with a boy with tattoos and vibrant dyed hair. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. "Sarah?" he asked. "Yeah, may I help you?" He didn't say anything, he just grabbed my hand and pried open my cold fingers. He placed his hand in mine and I felt a cool sensation in my palm. He took his hand back and just looked up at me from the bottom step of the porch. I opened my hand and seen the piece of silver I completely forgot about. Harry's paper airplane necklace. The small thing I grew to love. I stroked my chest to find it but it wasn't there. I can't even remember the last time it was there. I let it fall between my fingers causing it to hit the ground. I dropped it as if it had burned me and backed away in disbelief and shock. The mysterious boy known as Micheal started to leave. "Wait! How did you get this?" I yelled after him. "Michael!" No response, he just continued to walk away.

A/N: Was the freaky or what? Where do you think the necklace has been all this time? Why is 5SOS creepin all up in my fanfic? COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK BABES!