This is my story, how I lost my husband and daughter, this wasn't a suicide mission, it was a dreadful lost, not for me but the world around us. Its just me, myself and our big lonely house, it still daunts me that he's still dead, I don't think I will forget it neither. I visit his grave stone everyday, more and more flowers surround his grave from his loyal fans, some weep on there knees as they give him respect. I read his stone and it reads 'Harry Styles born 1/2/1994 death 26/4/2028.' 'Harry will be sorely missed, by his band mates, family, friends and his fans, forever and always in our hearts. Amy Styles, forever and always in our hearts loved by the world around her R.I.P' He was supposedly buried with his daughter, but the police only found my daughters body, no one else. The police inquired when they shut off his search that Amy didn't have any stab wounds, there was wet blood on the ground and it was obvious it was Harry's. Something tells me he is still alive.