Random Harry Styles Short Stories || Completed!

Darkness

Numb. That's all Y/N can think of when she thinks of herself at this very moment. Her body feels empty, her mind vacant. Lifeless. Not once did she ever think it was possible for a human being to feel like this. She can't find herself to speak, to smile, to even get up from her position. She's curled up in bed, making sure to stay on her side. If she dare move to his, a wave of guilt would crash over her and his lingering scent would be too much to bare. It would be a tease.

His side is left undone, cotton sheets wrinkled and tossed about in the way he would usually get out of bed. She swears she can still see the imprints his body left since the last time he's peacefully slept next to her, holding her tight to his chest. His pillow is still in the position it would normally be in for him to be comfortable during his night long slumber. Crumbled up tissues are messily scattered along his bedside table, the gloom of his hay fever caused him to get up in the middle of the night as he tiredly snatched a tissue without the energy of getting up to throw it out after using it. His clothes are still perfectly lined in his closet, but his drawers messy with t shirts rolled and shoved in. There will never be another time where she can rest her head on his chest, her hand rested near his heartbeat. His heartbeat. Oh how she wishes she could feel it...feel him breathing. Alive.

It's been three weeks since he passed. Three weeks since she's seen his dimpled smile, three weeks since she's heard the low huskiness of his soothing voice. Three weeks since she's looked into his bright green eyes that seem to catch her off guard every time she meets them with her own. Three weeks since she's been embraced in the loving cave of his tattooed arms, or kissed by his soft lips. It's only been three weeks and she feels like she's getting weaker by the minute. How can she go on without him? How can she live her life without him to go home to? She can't. It's too much to bear.

She misses him. Misses him more than she could ever have imagined was possible. It feels like a knife is piercing through her chest, slicing her heart and twisting it...but leaving it to ache and bleed in a long suffering pain with no end. He occupies her mind constantly. She wishes he didn't. It's like her entire life is on a repetitive film reel, replaying all of the moments she craves to feel again. Witnessing his laugh, the way he shuts his eyes mouth wide and those crinkles she grew to love that appear next to his eyes. The way he shakes his hips to the beat of his own song in the kitchen as they cook together, taking her hand and spinning her into a whirlwind of a dream. The way he gently grips her thigh as he cruises down the road, sunglasses perched on his nose letting the wind whip through his hair. The way he loves her.

She can't take it anymore. As she's curled up in bed, her fingers mindlessly play with the ring on her finger. The sparkle glimmering in the moonlight peeking through the sheer curtains. The ring almost seems like its alive, glittering in the light, even though the person who so lovingly presented isnt...he's gone forever. She feels she doesn't have a purpose anymore. He was her entire life.

Why did he have to leave her? Why did that evil being of a person get into a car knowing he was too intoxicated with vodka and tequila, step into his car thinking it was okay to drive? And why did that person have to hit Harry? Why did Harry have to leave the house at that moment in time? Why, why, why, why? Endless questions crowding her mind, making her feel crazy and delirious.

She will never forget that night. And she wishes she could.

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"Babe, do you have to go now?" Y/N whimpers dragging on her words as she grasps his forearm from the couch. Reluctantly Harry gets off the couch, chuckling at her cuteness.

"Jus' need to run to the store. I can't make your favorite dinner if I don't have the ingredients for it." Harry hums, leaning down softly kissing her cheek.