Ripped Away (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Harry trudged mechanically onto the plane that was to take him back to London and sank into his designated seat. His eyelids sagged as he looked out the window at the cloudy night sky.

The hospital staff had contacted his and Crystal’s parents. Harry’s mum, Anne, then proceeded to call the rest of the boys, and Paul, their manager. Harry was soon receiving calls from all over, but he couldn’t bear to speak. There was nothing to say.

Harry was sitting in a waiting room for what seemed like an eternity. Under normal circumstances, he would have been excessively bored. But with each flash of memory that repeated itself in Harry’s mind, it felt as though he were reliving the night over and over again.

Two policemen had approached him after a couple of hours. One of them sat in the seat next to Harry and allowed his hand to rest on his shoulder. “Son, we’ve received a call from your manager, Paul. He wants to fly you back to London immediately for your safety. We’ve arranged for you to depart in a few hours.” Harry could hear the policeman speak, but he didn’t fully retain his words. They weren’t important. Nothing was important anymore.

The man continued, “I’m very sorry about your loss. I know how difficult this must be for you.” He paused before continuing: “It’s important for us to obtain some information regarding the suspect. Do you have any information you can give us?”

Harry thought. He knew the only way to give the police any information was to replay the scenario in his mind. He wasn’t prepared to face the pain. For the first time in a long while, Harry lifted his eyes from the small purple stain on the carpet by his feet. He looked through red puffy eyes at the policeman seated next to him, and as he allowed the film of memory to roll in his mind, he felt a familiar warmth streak down his cheeks.

Harry could visualize the woman and tried to pinpoint every detail he could remember. His voice, after sitting unused for so long, came out as a scratchy rumble. “She was tall. Her hair was dark brown and curly and went down to her stomach. She was wearing a long black dress. She seemed about our age.” At the mention of ‘our’, Harry was bombarded with memories of Crystal, of the times when it was the two of them, when he could still say that it was ‘ours’. It was then that it hit him. He was never going to be able to say that again. She was gone, for good. With that thought, he began to panic. His eyes grew wide and he felt like he couldn’t suck in air fast enough.

The standing policeman ran out of the room to retrieve a doctor while the one next to Harry tried to calm him down. He grabbed Harry’s heaving shoulders and tried to stabilize him in his seat. “Hey, look at me, you’re okay, you’re safe. It’s alright. Take a deep breath.” No matter how hard the man tried, he couldn’t get through to Harry. His frantic meltdown was only getting worse.

A medical team rushed in a few seconds later, and the two nurses grabbed each of Harry’s arms as the doctor carefully but quickly injected him with a syringe. His struggle died down as the muscle relaxant spread through his body and returned Harry to a calmer state.

Harry didn’t remember much after that. He did remember being helped into a vehicle that drove him to the airport and meeting up with others that were waiting with his belongings from the hotel.

And now, as he stared out the window of the small airplane, he allowed his head to fall back on the seat and closed his eyes in time to miss the mandatory safety speech provided by the flight attendants.

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Harry walked slowly through the field. He was surrounded by gorgeous wildflowers of every color. His fingertips brushed over each one as he walked past them, allowing the sensation of the soft petals to fill his heart with warmth and comfort.

He tilted his head back to observe the beautiful, cloudless sky that covered the land like a mother protecting her child. Harry felt as though his peaceful smile was etched into his face, like there was nothing that could remove it.

As he walked on through the field, he could see someone in the distance. He could swear they were calling his name.

Harry jogged forward to obtain a better look. As he drew nearer to the figure, his smile grew wider. It was Crystal.

At the sight of him, Crystal’s face lit up out of pure happiness. She looked so beautiful as she stood in the light breeze, her favorite white summer dress flowing in the wind. She extended her arms invitingly, and Harry began to jog to her once again, a blissful spring to his step.

Harry’s eyes caught something in the background. He could see something black standing directly behind Crystal. He slowed his movements and squinted to better understand what he was seeing.

And then, the world slowed, like there was a slow-motion switch that was suddenly turned on. The black figure stepped to the side, revealing the woman’s face. Her dark, menacing eyes were locked on Crystal, burning through her with all the hatred a person could possess.

Harry went from being curious to full of panic. He took in breath to be able to shout a warning to Crystal, but it was taking him forever. He, too, moved in slow-motion.

Crystal continued to smile at Harry, completely unaware of the woman behind her.

Slowly, she raised her knife above Crystal, preparing to deliver a lethal blow. Harry tried to scream out, but nothing happened. No sound escaped his lips as the scene before him sped up suddenly and the knife came plunging down into Crystal.

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Harry cried out as he sat up abruptly from his reclined plane seat. Tears had already been rolling down his face, making his eyes sting. His head whipped around to distinguish where he was. A flight attendant had already been at his side, clearly trying to relieve him of his nightmare. “Sir? It’s alright, you were dreaming, you’re okay.”

He could hear the grumbling of the men and women he had awoken on the plane as he was apparently creating quite a ruckus throughout the flight.

As soon as the flight attendant was assured Harry was fine, she returned to her station, and he continued to cry silently the rest of the way to London. With each minute that passed, Harry dreaded the next. The pain was endless. His mind never left the thought of her, lying helplessly on the floor, bleeding to death right in front of his eyes.

That image was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

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Hello hello!

Sorry about the delay guys, been SO busy. Grade Twelve sure isn't a picnic! ;)

Hope you're all enjoying the story so far! I know it seems like a dead end but trust me, this is just the beginning folks!

Love you all, see you next Friday!

Crystal xx