Fireproof: A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 6: Gone?

Chelsea's pov

No! No! This can't be true!
"Yes, he is my boyfriend, but I refuse to believe he is dead! He can't be! We had only talked 2 hours before the fire!" I screamed.
"Ms. Turner, if you would like to come back with me to the scene, you can see for sure if it is your boyfriend. It is only believed to be. We're not for sure if it is him or not." the officer said. The doctor came with my release papers, which I signed quickly, grabbed my crutches, and followed the officer out to his squad car.

*skip ride back to the charred remains*

We made it back to what was left of mine and Harry's house so I could see for sure if it indeed was Harry that they found in the basement, in which I was hoping and praying that it's not. I hobbled on my crutches up to the charred remains to find some paramedics rolling a body bag on a gurney to the coroner van.
"Wait! I need to see if it's my boyfriend in there." I said. The paramedics stopped and just before they started to unzip the bag, they warned,
"Miss, you might not like what you see..."
"I don't care. I just need to see if it's my boyfriend..." I said before I felt tears rolling down my face. They proceeded to unzip the bag part of the way. Once it was unzipped, they backed away for me to take it all in. I didn't stop my tears from falling. Sure enough, it looked enough like Harry to pass as him. Even though his body was 3/4 charred, his hair still remained the same wavy, slightly curly hair that I fell in love with 20 months ago. There was even still some of his tattoos visible, especially the butterfly one that was one of my favorites. (A/n: Harry's butterfly tattoo truly is one of my favorite tattoos on him.)

I just couldn't believe that the love of my life was dead. HARRY, WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO COME HOME EARLY?! WHY?! WHY????????????? WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN ME INSTEAD OF YOU?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?I continued to cry as the paramedics zipped back up the bag and rolled it into the coroner van. A couple officers, including the one that came to see me in the hospital, were consoling me, telling me how sorry they were for my loss.
"Is there anyone that you can stay with until you find your own place?"
I nodded and one officer went to grab my belongings that I had grabbed in my escape from the neighbors and packed it all in my car.
"Do you want one of us to drive you to your temporary living quarters? Don't think you should drive being how upset you are."
"It's fine." I whispered through my tears.

*skip ride to Louis and Eleanor's house*

We pulled up into Louis and Eleanor's driveway with me trying to stop crying. The officer put my car in park and the officer with the squad car came to a stop alongside the road. From the passenger seat, I saw Eleanor come outside with a curious look on her face. I was guessing she was questioning the police car. I hesitantly got out of my car along with the police officer. Eleanor saw me and immediately ran over to give me a hug.

"Shhhhhhh. Chels, what happened?"
I sobbed before I continued,
"It was awful!!! I can't say it out here. Can we go inside?"
"Sure, sure. Let's just get your things from your car." Eleanor said. We thanked the officer for driving me and he said it wasn't a problem. He bid us good night and walked to the squad car where the other officer was waiting. Once they drove away, Eleanor and I grabbed what little belongings I had in the car and went inside. Once Eleanor locked the door, I let out some more tears. I heard footsteps come from the stairs. I looked and I saw Perrie and Sophia come down the stairs. They saw me in the state I was in and ran to me and pulled me into a ginormous hug.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" Perrie asked.
"Why do you have a cast on your knee?" Sophia asked. We all sat on one of the couches where I started,
"It was horrible. I was sleeping for only a couple hours before I heard a soft thud. I got up to go investigate it and I kept hearing it. When I got downstairs, I heard a door slam, but it sounded kind of distant, yet close. I checked if it was my bedroom door, and it wasn't. It wasn't any other door. I got closer to the basement and I saw a glow under the crack in the door. I opened the door and the entire basement was on fire!"
Eleanor's, Perrie's and Sophia's eyes grew wide. I continued,
"I grabbed everything I brought here with me and ran upstairs to grab any last minute stuff. I turned to go back out, but the flames were creeping up the stairs, so I had to jump out the window. I ended up breaking my knee."
"That explains the cast." Sophia said.
"That explains the ashes on your face." Perrie said.
"That's not all..." I sobbed. They looked at me confused.
"When the fire was out and the firefighters were digging through the remains, they found a body..."
Their jaws dropped. I sobbed even more before I said,
"Harry's gone! The fire killed him!"

"WHAT?!" they said.
"I saw his charred body after I was released from the hospital. I saw his hair, his tattoos, everything! Even though he was 3/4 charred!" I wailed. The girls consoled me by hugging me and rubbing my back.

Eleanor's pov

Harry dead?! There's just no way! I would know if Harry came back early to surprise Chelsea, but a part of me still wondered if this was true. Sure, I trust Chelsea, but you can't blame her if this turns out not to be Harry. I mean, she just lost the house to a fire! She would be upset and jump to conclusions.
"Here, how about us girls make up some hot cocoa and you go get settled in in one of the guest rooms. Okay?" I said and she nodded. She got up off the couch, rubbed her head, and grabbed her belongings and took them upstairs. Once she was out of earshot, I said to Perrie and Sophia,
"You girls make the hot cocoa. I'm gonna call Louis."
"Why?" they said at the same time.
"I have a gut feeling that something fishy is going on. Wouldn't we know if Harry came back early to surprise Chelsea?"
"Yeah..." Sophia said.
"So you think it's not Harry?" Perrie said.
"Yeah. That's why I'm gonna call Louis, tell him what happened, and see what he says."