Man Down (Harry Styles fan fiction)

I can't remember the last time I smelled that scent. It was something so familiar, bringing back even the deepest of memories of him from years ago. But he was dead, I knew this wasn't him. The man slips into view, and I can feel my heart race in anger. The tattoos...the necklace...the hair, and even that damn smile. The description of a man I've been wanting to kill for the longest. I've seen his picture in the news and there was no misteaking this asshole. Without hesitation, I pull out my gun and aim, finger on the trigger ready to blow his brains out.