Harry Styles Imagines

Broken boy

He sat cross legged, picking at the green grass which was all to familiar to the eyes of a boy he once knew.

He hated death yet he was killing the grass like it was meaning less.

Another tear cascaded down his already red blotched cheek. Every time he visited he would try not to cry, but each time, he failed.

Each time just made him feel heart break and misery. 'It was worth it', he thought.

They say the grieving eventually stops, but it hadn't. It had nearly been 3 years since he died.

Time heals nothing, it just replaces memories. Memories he didn't want to lose.

'Harry Edward Styles 1st February 1994- 26th September 2013
Loving son, boyfriend and friend. Always in our hearts.'

The oceanic eyed boy screamed in pain, emotional pain. It was like a dagger was slowly piercing through his heart.

"I hate it! I fucking hate it! Why did it have to be you?" Louis screamed out.
"Anyone but my baby." His tone grew softer.

"You promised we would be forever, what happened to that? All those plans, what happens to them now?"

"2 days. 2 more days then we would have been married. Harry Tomlinson- Styles." He smiled at the sweet thought.

"I don't want anyone else. The love in my heart will forever be yours." He clutched his hand to his heart.

"I kept the ring I gave you, and the other three you used to wear." He pulled the chain out of his t-shirt.

"I kept them on your cross pendent necklace. Harry, I need what I have left of you close to my heart."

The young boy spoke as if his lover was sitting opposite him, but it was only his headstone there.'

"You wanted children, we were going to have some. We were going to be a family." His voice cracked.

He put his head within his palms. His veins filled with sorrow. 'Was life worth living without him?' He debated internally.

Another cry of pain released from his ravishing red lips, he had tried to suppress the distress by biting down on them.

The taste of copper was prominent on his tongue, it was clear he had drawn blood.

He couldn't care less as the pain didn't accumulate to what he felt for losing Harry.

"Y'know, I still blame my self. Maybe if I wasn't so demanding you would still be alive."

It flooded back to him; the moment he got the call from the police saying Harry was caught up in a hostage,

The moment the trigger had been released from inside the supermarket.

He remembered what it felt when they made him identify his body, it was the worst thing to have to do.

He remembered feeling the rage pulsing through his blood once he saw the provoking smirk from the criminal.

The anger was still a vivid feeling. How could anyone love the feeling of killing innocent people?

The feathery haired boy started crying more until they turned into tears filled with anger. It was uncontrollable.

He started tearing up the beautiful flowers he had delicately arranged around his headstone.

Once he stopped and realised what he had done, regret empowered all his feelings.
"No, no, no! What have I done?" He helplessly cried to himself.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Angel, please forgive me. Don't worry about this mess. I promise to get more mesmerising flowers as replacements."

"I promise, it will look even better than before." He still couldn't believe what he had done, it wasn't Harry's fault.

After the area has been tidied, he crouched down to kiss the engraved writing on the granite. He traced his fingers along the +

words 'Always in my heart'. Harry would forever have a place in his heart no matter if he found someone else.

His soul belonged to Harry and Harry's belonged to him. That was the way it was, that was the way it always has been.

"I-I'm go now, love. I'll be back again tomorrow like usual. I love you."

He felt guilty for what had previously occurred but not just that. He always felt guilty leaving.

It was like he was leaving Harry all alone in the cold without anyone, Harry hated the cold. Harry hated being alone.

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