Harry Styles. BSM, DDM.

personal for If-im-louder2010

Some one breaks in.

Harry age 17

"TJ! GET YUR BUTT DOWN HERE!" Oh joy. I heard Harry yell from downstairs. I sighed and put my lap top down and tarted to walk down stairs.

"Yes, brother dearest?" I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Why is Niall calling you?" He asks and holds up my phone.

"Oh my gosh Harry, how many times do I have to tell you? Him and I are dating." I groaned and took my phone from him.

"Yeah I know. Don't remind me." He sneered and pushed past me to walk upstairs.

"Love you too." I mumbled to myself before pressing accept.

"Hi babe!" He cheered in his thick Irish accent.

"Hi!" I chirped and sat down on the couch.

"So, I was wondering if you wanted to go to that new restaurant in town?" I was about to answer when I heard the bushes rustle outside.

"Hold on Ni." I said and he said 'ok' and I let my hand with my phone fall to my side as I walked towards the window and looked outside, not seeing anyone.

"Sorry Ni, I just thought someone was outside." I laughed to myself.

"Someone was outside" He asks, concern in his voice. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen.

"No. I thought someone was outside." I said, emphasizing the word 'thought'.

"Maybe you should go upstairs, or be close to Harry." He says and I scoff.

"Niall, there is nothing to wo-" I'm cut off by the front door busting open and a gunshot. I scream and drop my phone just as Harry comes running down the stairs.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He belts and I hear another gunshot and I peak out to see Harry standing face to face with a guy in a black mask and a gun. Oh my gosh.

"Sit. Down." The guy demands and Harry slowly gets on his knees with his hands in the air

"Now stay there!" He spits and starts to stuff a bunch of expensive stuff in a black bag.

"Is anyne else here?" He asks Harry and his eyes dart to me really quickly, but the guy saw it and looked my way.

"Come out you bitch!" He snarls and I crawl out from my hiding spot with tears running down my face with my shaky hands in the air.

"Good girl." He smirks and grabs my hair. I scream out in pain and push at his chest, trying to get him away from me.

"LET GO OF HER!" Harry booms and gets up and charges for the guy and tries to take the gun away. They start wrestling and fighting for the gun until a deafening sound rings throughout the house.

Harry freezes and clutches his stomach and the guy bolts away, grabbing th bag before Harry drops to the foor. Blood pooling out of his abdomen.

I sob as I run up to him and drop to my knees and cradle his head and place it gingerly on my lap.

"Oh Harry! Harry please be ok." I cry as I hear police sirens. One of the neighbors must have heard the gunshots.

"This is all my fault! I'm sorry!" I sob and hug him to me. His blood covered hand comes up to my face and strokes my cheek bone with his thumb, his other hand clutching his wound.

"It's not your fault." He chokes out and his eyes start to close.

"No! Harry no! D-don't- Harry wake up! I screech as the medics run in and push me away and start to work on him.