Harry: Mr. X was back. Everybody in the fandom had thought they left. They were oh so wrong. This time Mr. X left no warning. At One Directions last concert of WWA there were thousands of fans. Harry looked backward to see you on the side of the stage watching. He mouthed a quick "I love you" before starting his solo in their annual "What makes you beautiful" His eyes scanned the crowd. They stopped on a strange looking person in the first couple rows. He immediately noticed who they were and tried to nonchalantly dance to Liam. He was stopped short as horror filled screams echoed through the stadium. You watch as his body lifelessly falls to the stage floor and you look in horror as security are chasing Mr. X through the crowd. Everything is in slow motion. You're the first to harry booking it to the stage to where his body is. The boys are next leaning down. Liam runs to call an ambulance. You look up into the eyes of the fans and see most of them are crying. The rest are trying to get to the stage to see if Harry's okay. You get up and grab his microphone which still seems to be on. "Everyone I know this is very traumatizing but can people please give him space. The concert is sadly over. Go home and just wait for more news please" you whisper into the microphone watching as the crowd slowly thins.
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The ride to the hospital is agonizing. The boys are tired from the shock and crying. Their eyes are bloodshot. You look over at Harry and find he's still unresponsive and barely breathing. The ambulance stops and everyone shuffles out letting the nurses wheel harry into the emergency room. You and the boys are told to wait and so all 6 of you walk to the chairs and wait. What seems like years were only a few hours. Louis, Niall, and Liam are sleeping and Zayn went to the bathroom. Of course you can't sleep. Zayn comes back as the doctor announces your name. You give him a glance to sit down and walk over to the doctor. "Hello Miss. I'm Dr. Smith. I'm here to inform you that your boyfriend Harold Styles has passed due to his critical injury. I'm very sorry. I can let you have some time to collect your friends and then I need to ask you to leave. There is nothing more we can do. I'm sorry for your loss" And as he walks away you fall to the floor. Zayn sees you and wakes the other boys rushing to you. "He's d-dead" you say in a choked sob not even bothering to get up from the hospitals dingy floor. Not even caring about all the worried glances people had while watching your meltdown. The boys pick you up and lead you to the car heading home. All of them stay the night and none of you fall asleep. There is no talking. Just silence. The following morning Liam tweets the thing nobody ever wants to hear. "I'm very sorry to say that our formal member @harry_styles has passed last night. The boys and I are in shock. If you could wish Y/N some nice things that'd be very much appreciated. we will soon be in an interview and have more to say. Harry will be missed deeply" And that was that. About 2 months after Harrys death the boys had 1 memorial concert. Then everything fell apart. The band broke up. Louis got into drugs. Liam worked out too much. Niall got very obese and Zayn got cancer from smoking. Harold Edward Styles would be missed very much. One direction would never be the same without him.
HOLY SHTT GUYS I CANT DO THIS FOR THE OTHER NOYS I JUST CRYED THEOUGH THIS. IM SOREY I CANT.
