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

What happens when your bestfriend/lover is brutally murdered. You start blaming yourself for it. That's exactly what Tayla Dawson is doing. But what if it turned out to be one big lie? This fanfiction is a mix of love and loss. Read it to find out. The summary sucks, but the book is much better, i promise.

I hadn't eaten for days. Spoken for weeks. Or been out of my house for months. It'd been almost four months. Three months and 19 days since he left. The pain was still numbing. It wasn't that pain where you scratch your knee or cut your leg. It was the feeling of loss. Never being able to see him again, it both physically and emotionally destroyed me, it really did. The vision in my head was so clear, i felt as if it would never leave me. The pain still lingered, when was it going to go away? Nobody knew. Three months and 19 days ago my best friend had been murdered. All the questions were still left unanswered, the pieces to the puzzle still missing. They still didn't know. Three months and 19 days ago, Harry Styles was taken away from my grasp. Forever.