Harry Styles Imagines

(30) - the bad boy's good girl

the bad boy's good girl part 2

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"I'm sorry, Harry. We did everything we could.", the headmistress placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, showing him some comfort.

"I don't want you to give up.", the young man said and kept his tears to himself.
The woman offered him a small smile and nodded. "Of course, Mr. Styles, now please go to your class.", Harry nodded as well, yet bitter thoughts clouded his mind.

The woman left him alone in the school's corridor; everyone's eyes leaving Harry.
He fought the urge to cry. His queen. His baby. His darling. His everything was nowhere.

Harry showed the picture to the police and ever since, they surrounded school searching for the girl that everyone had been talking about.

"I never thought it'd happen."

"Fuck. They don't deserve such pain."

"What if it was all planned?"

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Kane was nowhere to be seen as well and Harry explained the whole scene with every single detail he remembered.
The threats, the pain and the acts.
Everything was known by the police, yet that extra information didn't seem to be useful in any way.

Harry walked to his English class, eyes never bothered to stop staring at him. His skin burning, because he grew uncomfortable with all the attention he had gained over the weeks.
It was something he really enjoyed - it was crazy, thinking about who he used to be before the earthquake tore the two lovers apart.

Harry sat down on his chair and placed his bag on hers - nobody dared to take that seat, even when a new kid showed up, Jack Stevens, and had nowhere to sit. The professors brought a new desk and chair.

At some point, Harry heard people say that Olivia was dead, because it was impossible that a human disappeared without leaving any useful traces.
His chest became emptier as the days passed and the assumptions grew. Yet, deep down, there was some hope - Harry was convinced that his queen would make it.

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"Any news from Kane Lorna?", Harry presented himself at the school's office once again and before he even thought about greeting the headmistress, he immediately asked the question.

The headmistress was startled by the voice and quickly replaced her glasses on top of her long nose.
"Harry, dear, you scared me.", she tried to laugh a little, yet he didn't seem amused by the situation.
"Right. Ehm. There you go.", she handed him a bar of chocolate and a sheet of paper.

"Thank you.", Harry said quietly and looked at the paper that didn't have any updated information.
"Nothing new.", he muttered lowly and the older woman slowly nodded.

"I'm sorry, Harry. We're trying our best-"

"If you truly did, then she'd be here with me. She'd be laying in my arms. She'd be happy and healthy. I don't even want to think about what he did to her. Fuck-", his words stopped coming from his throat as reality hit him and made him realise how bad the situation truly was.