Ripped Away (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Crystal’s eyes had filled with tears as she sat, jaw-dropped, speechless. She didn’t even suspect Harry was going to propose to her tonight! Harry’s smile made her heart flutter, and she knew her answer even before he had asked. She couldn’t find her voice to speak, so she simply nodded. Harry’s smile grew as he placed the ring on her finger. Crystal could feel the tears of joy rolling down her face.

She was now officially engaged to Mr. Harry Styles.

This was truly the happiest moment of her life.

She had embraced him tightly for a very long time, feeling as if the entire world had stopped, and that they were the only two people left in it. She prayed that the moment would last forever.

After a long while, they finally came down from the high of the moment and back into reality. Their waiter had knocked on the door, and was awaiting the answer that was needed for him to enter the private room. Harry called for him to come in, and he gently pushed his way through the door, plates in hand.

Crystal, now a blubbering mess of tears, had her hand in front of her face self-consciously. “My gosh, I’m such a mess!” Harry looked up at her and half-smiled. “No, you’re not. You’re perfect.” Crystal’s doubtful snort came out of her unwillingly. She cringed at the sound. Could she be any more obnoxious?

But Harry only seemed to admire her more. He stared at his future wife with more love than he thought he could ever feel. Everything about her was perfect. The way she spoke, the way she moved, her actions, her expressions... Stubborn, dorky, awkward...it was all a part of her perfect being.

Harry wasn’t sure if she’d ever really know just how much he loved her. The magnitude of it was simply indescribable.

Crystal stood up and said, “I hate to leave you, but I really need to take care of...this.” She gestured to her facial region.

Harry just laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Do what you gotta do.”

She took a few steps forward and squeezed his hand in hers. “I love you,” She said.

“I love you more,” he replied, and they stared into each other’s eyes, pouring out all their love for one another with merely a look.

And, just for a moment, everything was perfect.

As Crystal mopped up her tear-smudged makeup in the washroom, she thought about what might happen next. Her life was never going to be the same. She was going to be married, and therefore, she had a lot of planning to do. Once the wedding was over, and they were joined together for life, would Harry then ask to start a family with her? She was only 22 years old, yet she was certain that she’d never find anyone she loved more than Harry. They were soul mates. She didn’t doubt that she was making the right decision, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to take on all that came with it. Marriage, family...it would all interfere with her career. But she didn’t care. If she was with Harry, she was happy. It was as simple as that.

As these thoughts darted through her mind at the speed of light, she caught sight of a figure standing behind her. She reasoned that it was a woman waiting to use the sink, but before she could move over and apologize, she felt a massive amount of pressure on her side, followed by agonizing pain. She was in such shock that she simply stood, unmoving, for several seconds. She then managed to glance downward to see what was going on.

Someone had plunged a knife into her.

Her eyes widened in horror and the woman, still holding the knife, ripped it from her torso, forcing a terrible scream from Crystal’s throat.

She tried to grasp the counter for support, but her head was spinning so badly that she crumbled helplessly to the floor.

With a look of satisfaction, the murderess exited the washroom, leaving Crystal to die.

Harry reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. He searched his best friend’s name in his contacts and made the call. After a few rings, he could hear Louis’ voice saying, “Hey! Hold on a second... Guys, come here, it’s Harry! Okay, tell us, what did she say?!” He, along with the rest of his band mates, knew that Harry had gone to Calgary to propose to Crystal and they knew that he’d call them with the news. They gathered around the phone and waited anxiously for Harry’s answer.

Harry smiled. He had the best friends in the world. “Lads, I’m getting married.”

A huge noise of shouting, whooping and cheering came from Harry’s phone. It was so loud, he had to distance it from his ear. He laughed and felt tears forming. It was the happiest moment of his life.

After the boys settled down, they congratulated Harry and he continued to tell them the whole story. “Aw, that’s adorable!” Liam would say, and Niall would follow with, “I’m so happy for you, man!” They were so supportive of his decision, even though a lot of people, including his parents, told him that they were too young to get married. He didn’t think they were. They’d known each other for two years, and he couldn’t imagine spending the rest of them without her.

As he continued to speak with his four best friends, he heard the door being opened and looked up, expecting it to be Crystal returning from the restroom.

Instead, it was a woman he’d never seen before. She was wearing a floor-length black dress and had her long, dark hair in loose curls. She didn’t look older than 20.

With his phone still up to his ear, he stared at the woman questioningly. She didn’t look like a waitress, but she certainly should’ve knocked before entering the private room if she were one. His eyes glanced down to her right hand, where she appeared to be holding something. After a long moment of silence, Harry grew increasingly worried. He wasn’t sure what this chick wanted, but it didn’t seem good.

Her gaze had never left his eyes. She then proceeded to lift her right arm, exposing a long, bloody dagger in the dim light of the room.

Harry’s eyes grew wide in panic, and he braced himself for her attack. From the phone, he could hear the boys calling to him, since he hadn’t been answering them. But all he could focus on was the woman holding up her knife, perpendicular to her arm as if she were displaying it to him.  

Instead of approaching Harry like he thought she would, she simply opened her hand and allowed the knife to drop to the ground.

Harry remained motionless as the woman turned to exit the room. His heart was pounding in his ears, overpowering the sound of the boys who were still on the phone.

He stared down at the knife that lay menacingly on the carpet floor. Realization sunk in and Harry’s heart dropped down to his toes.

“Crystal."

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