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

Forty Five - Trust Me, I'm Lying.

***********Self-harm may be triggering. *************

************Only first paragraph contains self harm. Start reading from the second paragraph****************

TAYLA’S POV.

I trailed the sharp blade across my skin, feeling the all too familiar sting and watching as the bright red blood seeped from the open skin. It trailed down my arm as a sea of red, blood staining my white sheets. The blood trickled endlessly out of the small, yet deep cut on my inner forearm. The sting sent the adrenaline surging through my body and I couldn’t help myself but to keep going. One cut turned into two, then to three then to a countless number of cuts that masked the once perfect skin with tiny harmful imperfections.

***No more self-harm, read from here. ***

I was broken from my thoughts and actions when Liam’s voice boomed throughout the once silent London flat. It pierced through the silence of the home and a thud sounded right after. There were a mixture of cuss words that rung out front the cosy flat, which seemed to be coming from the living room. I quickly brought the towel to my skin, lightly dabbing at the torn skin and wiping off the red liquid.

I instantly jumped to my feet, and quickly jogged down the jarrah wood winding staircase, trailing my hand down the wooden balustrade. I ran to the living room and a steaming Liam was towering over Harry who was lying helplessly on the floor, clutching the right side of his face.

Liam noticed that I had walked into the room and he immediately stopped yelling, his chest was rising and falling rapidly and his eyes glistened with hatred and anger. He unclenched his fists and I watched as the thin white skin that was covering his knuckles slowly turned back to their normal skin colour, all the blood rushing back to his hands.

Then I realised what had happened.

Liam had punched Harry square in the face.

Harry whimpered, still laying on the floor and still clutching his cheek. His eyes were closed tight and his teeth were clenched, trying to restrain the undeniable pain that he was feeling. I quickly inched my way over to the boys. I pushed Liam back slightly and kneeled by Harry’s side.

By this point Louis and Zayn made their way into the room, looking around sceptically.

“What’d you do!” I exclaimed, looking between both Harry and Liam for a suitable and valid explanation.

“He punched me!” Harry exclaimed, pointing his finger at Liam.

“You deserved it.” I heard Liam say under his breath, through clenched teeth. I could tell he was restraining himself from doing or saying anything else. Harry stood to his feet, clenching his own fists

“Fuck you.” Harry snarled, I watched in the corner of my eye as Liam started charging towards Harry again. I quickly jumped in between the two spreading my arms apart so they were even further away from each other.

“Stop!” I yelled, glaring at the two boys.

“You’re being ridiculous!” I exclaimed, I pushed them both even further away from each other as they continued to try and punch each other. Zayn grabbed a hold of Liam and Louis took Harry, pushing them back into opposite sides of the rooms and trying to calm them down. I stormed off into the kitchen.

I cannot believe those two. I don’t even care what they’re fighting about but they’re being so immature about everything. Why can’t everyone just get along for once? Although, ever since Harry has come back, Liam has been acting differently. He’s very distant all of a sudden and wants absolutely nothing to do with Harry. He doesn’t even dare look at him and when I catch him if he does I can see the hatred in his usual warm brown eyes.