Finding Georgia // A Harry Styles Fanfiction

When I come to my senses I realize I’m standing in the pouring rain. The water drips down my face, smudging my mascara. I bring my hand up to wipe away the running mascara when I realize that it’s covered in blood. My heart stops and everything seems to move in slow motion as I look down at my other hand to see the huge black gun still tightly grasped in my hand, below it is a body.