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

Fifty Two - The Words Became A Melody.

HARRY'S POV.

The sound of my alarm blasted through my ears as I was harshly awoken. I slung my arm over to the bed side table, tapping around the top of the table to try and find my alarm clock, tapping snooze. The sun light peered through the little fold in my blinds which were dented when I pushed Niall into them that one night in August we’d had one too many to drink. I opened my eyes and noticed how the blackness disappeared to be filled with blue dots as my eyes began to adjust to the harsh light. I rolled over carelessly, a huge sigh leaving my mouth in one big breath. I stretched my toes and my arms out above my head, groaning in pleasure. I flicked my fringe that was covering half of my head, out of my eyes and rolled back over onto my stomach, stuffing my head even deeper into my pillow. My eyes were getting heavier as the world of subconscious tempted me to travel with it but my alarm went off again, having only pressed snooze before. A loud groan left my mouth as I threw the covers off of my half naked body. I slung my legs over the side of the double bed that was laced with a whole bunch on white sheets and rested my elbows on my knees and let my head fall into my hands. After a few seconds I stood to my feet, finding myself getting dizzy as I took the first few steps but only for it to disappear soon after. I strolled into the en-suite that lay at the right hand corner of my room. I looked at myself in the mirror, noticing how my hair was much messier than usual and curlier, too. I bent over, shaking my hair in my hands and then flicking it to the side so my fringe laced my forehead messily. I noticed the oncoming pimples that were beginning to make my forehead appear to be red but my hair covered it, so it didn’t really worry me. I washed my face and brushed my teeth quickly before jogging back over into my room and throwing a pair of jeans and a Pink Floyd shirt onto my bed. I slid the skinny jeans onto my legs, jumping around the room whilst I was trying to hoist them up and then slipped the Pink Floyd shirt over my head and tugging it down around my awfully long torso. I kicked on a pair of black shoes and picked up my phone and my wallet, slipping them into the back pocket of my tight jeans.

I walked down the twisting staircase and trailed my hand down the winding balustrade to keep myself upright. I walked in to the kitchen to be met with three smiling faces and noticed that the one I’d been most looking forward to seeing wasn’t there. Louis, Liam and Zayn were all sitting on the bench eating their breakfast.

“Good morning curly.” Louis exclaimed, a huge smile stretching across his face and showing his slightly crooked bottom teeth.

“Good morning boo.” I replied, returning the smile, while Zayn and Liam said good morning aswell.

“We made you some.” Louis said gesturing to the plate filled with bacon, eggs and toast that lay snugly on the kitchen bench, steam still streaming into the air, disappearing quickly.

“Thank you.” I said, giving him a warm smile before picking up the plate and joining the other three boys around the bench.

I instantly dug into the food and was surprised at how good it actually was.

“Who made all this?” I asked, looking around surprised at the three other boys, none of them were very good at cooking at all.

“I did.” Liam said with a small smile and a shrug of his shoulders.

“You made this?” I asked again, in complete and utter shock, whilst Liam just nodded his head.

I got up out of my seat and rushed over to Liam, ruffling his hair while putting him in a head lock.

“Harry get off!” He laughed, reversing me and putting me in a head lock, don’t even ask me how.

“Settle down on the head lock, Liam. You’ll probably hurt him.” Zayn said, the smile clear in his tired voice.