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

Forty - The Sanity She Lost.

TAYLAS POV.

The clock still ticked, but for a moment time stood still.

I moved my fingers almost hesitantly in front of me, reaching in closer to touch the boy. I inched my fingers to his right cheek and gently brushed them along his jaw, yet my fingers didn't slip through his silhouette like I thought they would. Instead, I felt the light stubble that framed his jaw line as my fingers hesitantly brushed along his cheek. I quickly snatched my fingers back as the shock captivated my entire body, my eyes grew wide and my mouth was shaped in a perfect 'o.'

"But you're dead..." I whispered, only loud enough for Harry and the boys to hear me. Mean while we were still standing in the middle of the road.

"I can explain." He said, a sigh gasp leaving his mouth as he inched his way closer to me.

"I was there when they buried you!" My voice grew louder as I almost shrieked, pushing him back and watching as he stumbled back into the people walking by.

 He balanced himself on his feet and crept his way closer to me, unsurely lifting his feet off the ground and stepping forward with small steps.

"Tayla." He started, but I cut him off.

"Don't." I warned my bottom lip trembling as my eyes filled up with the all too familiar salty liquid.

Tears were beginning to sting my eyes, I rolled my lips into my mouth, biting down on them and looking up at the sky, almost begging for the tears not to start, but they did. A huge breath that had been held in for minutes finally left my mouth, the carbon dioxide endlessly flowed out of my mouth until I had to take another breath of fresh air.

"Hey, let's talk about this at home." Liam unsurely suggested, breaking the thick tension and stepping in between both myself and Harry.

All the boys nodded their heads, but my eye contact was still locked with Harry's electrifying green eyes. Zayn comfortingly grabbed onto my hand, gently pulling me away. The hushed whispers between Harry and Liam and the reassuring coos from Zayn were the only things I could hear over the loud conversations that flowed endlessly down the street.

Louis walked silently on my other side, while I was comfortingly nestled into Zayn's chest with his arm around my waist as we made our way back to the car.

The hushed whispers stopped as I grabbed onto the handle of the left back seat car door. I tugged on the handle and jumped in, Zayn sat in the middle and Harry on the other side of him. Louis was driving and Liam was sat in the front passenger seat.

The car ride home was awfully silent. I kept my eyes on the road, looking out the clear window which my hot breath had fogged up the right corner of, and watched as the trees passed by quicker than I could get a hold of. The only sound that echoed through the black SUV was the quiet volume of the cars radio which was conveniently playing 'Somebody That I Used To Know.' By Gotye.

The car slowly rolled up the drive and stopped abruptly at the top. A deep sigh left Louis' mouth as he opened the door and hopped out. I grabbed the stainless steel handle in my sweaty palms and pulled it open, swinging the door out and then hopping out of the SUV. I walked angrily up to the front door, swinging it frustratedly with so much force that it hit the other side of the wall, chipping the white coloured wall. I heard all the other boys footsteps come uneasily through the doorway, meeting me in the living room where I stand next to Louis with my hands on my hips, tears stinging my eyes again.

Liam walked in, followed by Zayn and Harry slouching in last, his hands neatly tucked into the front pockets of his big black coat. He hesitantly inched his way over to me, his eyes glues to the floor.

"Look at me." I almost begged, while the first tear rolled out of my eye, trailed down my cheek and finally slipped off, falling straight to the mahogany wood floor.

"I'm sorry." He breathed, his breath hot against my cheek.

His eyes instantly flickered up to meet mine, a look of sorrow glistened his tear filled eyes, yet they did not fall. He opened his mouth to speak but I shushed him by opening mine.

"You're sorry?" I choked back the tears as I raised my eyebrows, the tears flowing

 more frequently now.

A red ring framed each of my eyes and the bags started to form, my mascara was streaming down my face as I wiped the tears off hastily, smudging the mascara even more. My eyes were now puffy and red and the salty liquid would not stop flowing.

He nodded his head, inching his way closer to me. I lifted my hand up, raising it in front of his face, telling him to stop, then quickly brought it back down to my side.

"It almost killed me when you l-left." I stuttered, trying to fight back the huge lump that had built up at the back of my throat. Trying to look stronger in front of him, but really only doing it for my own good.

"Tay-" He started again, and I cut him off again.

"JUST LET ME FINISH." I shrieked pushing him in the chest hopelessly.

"It destroyed me. You destroyed me, Harry. Do you know how many times I cried myself to sleep, how many times I tried to kill myself because I wanted you, because I needed you! You don't know shit about what happened to me because you weren't fucking here. I kept telling myself that it was okay, that I didn't need you. But I wasn't and I did." I dug my fingers into his chest like knives, pushing him back a few inches everytime. I whispered the last bit to myself as I collapsed onto the hard wood floor, my knees hit the wooden floor with a hard thud and the rest of my body crumpled around it, one big heated mess. My hand covered my face as I sobbed helplessly into own my hands. My whole body ached and my eyes were sore and red. Harry's hesitant footsteps inched their way over to me, ever so slowly and then pair of huge comforting arms wrapped around my now trembling body. I sunk my head into Harry's chest, my arms laying on his perfectly toned chest and sobbed into the white shirt, soaking it with my salty tears.

"Shh." He cooed, wrapping me even tighter into the hug.

I punched my fists into his chest endlessly.

"I hate you!" I screamed over and over again, the tears making it hard for me to talk.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" He wrapped me even tighter into his arms, I had no energy to punch his anymore so I just sat there, my palms resting on his chest and my head nestled in between them, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his chin resting on top of my head.

I just sat there and cried, that’s all I really could do.

“I’m sorry.” I heard him whisper.

“I’m so sorry.”

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I really don't know how long this chapter is because i had to write it on my ipod, so it's probably really short and sucky and i'm sorry about that.

I really wanted to get this cahpter out, because there was so many lovely comments for the last chapter!

HOLY SHIT CHAPTER 40!

Thank you so much i actually love you all so much you're all so lovely.

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Again, i am always opened for ideas if you ever want to send me any because i will consider them all and maybe even use some (:

Big love, Tayla! xxxxx