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

Thirty Nine - Seeing Ghosts?

A friend of mine, who id’ meed later in life, one who never had a problem with self harm, told me that she’d brought the blade to her skin and sliced once and watched as the red substance would trickle down her arm. But then se was suddenly gripped, she said, by a sudden sense that what she was doing was wrong. Not wrong in the sense of sinful, but wrong in a human race sense. A crime against nature, the body, the soul, the self. She stopped. I think that prior to my seventeenth year, I had always understood in the back of my mind that this was true. I had a clear, haunting knowledge that self harm was cruelty. We forget this. We think that self harm is either a bizarre psychosis, or as a peculiar little habit, a phase, or as a thing that people just do. We forget that it is a violent act, that it bespeaks a profound level of anger toward and fear or self. That year, the questioning, whispering voice in my head fell silent. 

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The noisy conversations filled my ears as I walked down the overflowed pathway. The see of people walked absentmindedly down the filled street, bumping into people all over the place. I looked around at all the people, smiles plastered on each of their faces. Some real. Some fake. The real pity is that I would never know the difference. It’s peculiar how you can walk down such a pathway, filled with so many people and still feel alone. Empty, maybe that’s a better word. 

Do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about.

Louis was to my right, Liam to my left and Zayn on the other side of Liam. Today didn’t feel right. You know when you get that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you know that today wont be a good day. Yeah, let’s just say that I have that feeling. I kicked my heels against the concrete pathway, town was bustling with people and the honks of angry traffickers pierced their way through the thick conversations of the hundreds of strange faces making their way through the huge mass of people.

“How about we go into Hollister?” I suggested.

The boys all nodded at me and continued making small conversations between themselves.

“This is cute.” I said, holding up a clingy floral top and holding it up in front of Liam.

“I like that, actually.” He replied.

“Where’d Louis go off to?” I asked, still looking through the array of clothing.

“He’s talking to a girl.” He answered, pointing to a tall brunette with long chocolate brown hair.

I instantly flicked my head up, and looked the direction that Liam was pointing.

“Holy shit, she’s gorgeous.” I gasped, still staring at the two.

“YEAH LOU!” Zayn hollered. Louis flicked his head to face us while we all doubled over in laughter, a look of embarrassment flushed his face and he turned bright red, the girl giggled and looked nervously down at the floor.

Not long after Louis came walking over to us, a huge smile growing from ear to ear. The happiest I’ve ever seen him in a while. He walked over to us, swagger in his step and his head held high.

“Ooh, looks like someone got in.” Zayn said in his high pitched accent, wiggling his eyebrows at the blue eyed boy.

Louis looked at the ground, blushing like mad, a cheeky smirk plastered his lips.