trepidation | h.s

part thirteen

read the end of the last chapter if you don't remember what happened!!

Harry Styles

My eyes snap open and I smell cigarettes.

The subtle scent of smoke withered through the house.

There was a window to my left, and all I saw when I looked outside it was trees.

I recognize this place. It's our old house.

I didn't feel real. My body felt separated from my mind. My foot lurched forward, and before I knew it I was walking.

Voices filled my head, muffled but from the sounds of it...they were cheery and loud.

My body continued toward those sounds, walking down a dim hallway.

The voices became clearer as I emerged into another part of the house. My mouth ran dry and my head became even more confused when I saw the guys in the kitchen, gathered around the counter.

But the insane part was, I was with them.

I furrowed my brows as I looked at myself from outside my own body. I was laughing with all the guys, in a green flannel and white shirt, throwing back a bottle of beer.

It was all five of us. Me, Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Liam.

Seeing myself from the outside gave me a feeling I just couldn't describe.

"Hello?" I find myself speaking, my own voice echoing...but no one budged.

What is happening to me?

"It's freaky, isn't it?" I hear a voice from behind me, making me look over my shoulder as I slowly started to become more freaked out.

Behind me, stood Liam.

I knit my brows together, looking forward again to see this other version of Liam sat at the counter with me and the guys.

"It's like watching yourself in a movie..." Liam speaks from behind me as he steps up to my side.

"Y-you're dead." I stumble.

He nods. "I am."

My chest got tighter. "T-then what are you doing here?"

He shrugs. "Same thing you are, Harry. I'm just observing."

"What's going on?" I question.

"You were stabbed." he answers.

I gaze at him with wide eyes before my hand instinctively comes up to the side of my stomach. I lift my shirt, my chest aching as I saw the wound...but I felt no pain.

"I-I don't understand." I shake my head, anxiety washing over me.

Then my mind went to Lydia. Where is she? Was she hurt too? I couldn't remember much.

I look back over at my younger self that was drinking carelessly with the guys.

That same careless man has a family now.

"W-where are Lydia and Daisy?"

"They're not here."

"Why!" I grow more panicked.

"Because, Harry. Don't you understand?" Liam speaks. I watch him with a heavy chest. "You're here with me right now because..." he hesitates, "...you're dying."