Don't let me go- Harry Styles.

This song fits this story i think.

Harry gives up his search for the girl after running around for half an hour. His body aches all over and his head is pounding worse than ever. The blood is slowly pooling out and running down the length of Harry's arm, the self inflected injury nothing but the proof of his poor anger management and self control.

He leans his head against the wall and squeeze his eyes shut, mouth slightly parted as he takes in short breath. The lack of clothing has made his situation worse, the thin shirt does no good against the cold winds. Everytime he tries to take in a deep breath his chest and lungs hurt, being the only painful remainder that he's still alive.

Harry feels defeated, weak, lonely, scared, sad but most of all, he feels dead inside. He's desperate for someone to care for him, to kiss him repeatedly and whisper sweet things in his ear, tell him that it's nothing more than a nightmare and everything is going to be okay. He wants to wake up and find himself in a warm bed with very fimiliar arms wrapped tightly around his middle but he knows that it's impossible.

He feels something cold dropping onto his cheek and his eyes fly open. He looks up at the sky and the blackish clouds make it obvious that it's gonna rain soon. Harry doesn't seem to care about it though, he stay still in his spot, not moving even when it starts to pour really hard.

The harsh cold seems to have no effect on him, it's nothing compared to the pain he feels on the inside.

Hours pass by before Harry finally stands up, he looks around the isolate place with no signs of human beings in the near by vicinity. The feeling of lonliness hightens and tears start running out of Harry's tired eyes, blending in with the rain drops.

Harry stumbles into the deadly silent house, glancing around like he's seen the place for the first. It seems foreign and unfimiliar without her presence. His head is hazy and jumbled up, unsure of whose presence he's craving at the moment but wherever he looks, the memories of past month flood back.

He walks towards the kitchen and quickly throw open the cabinet he keeps his alcohal in. He furrows his eye brows when all the bottles are empty. Like a mad man he starts taking out one bottle after another, desperate for something to lose his senses, to drink away his isolation.

The bottles clink and against the floor when Harry harshly throws all of the useless, empty bottles, screaming in annoyance and frustration. His hands come up to tug harshly at his brown ringlets, resting his head against the wall.

A sob escapes Harry's lips and he clench his fists tight, unsure of what to do. His teeth chatter and he shakes all over but it's not because of the cold weather, it's because of the hollowness that's eating at his insides.

"Harry." He hears her sweet voice whispering the name and Harry's eyes become wide. He moves away from the walls and frantically look around, desperate to see the fimiliar face.

"Where are you?" His gruff voice echoes through the empty house and he stumbles a bit as he run out of the kitchen and into the living room.

He cathes the sight of her turning around the corner and Harry runs after her fleeing figure.

"Don't leave me, please." Harry says desperately, tears rolling down his cheeks as the fear of not seeing her again settles in. "Stop, no."

The figure disappears and Harry's left there, standing in the hall way all alone once again. He runs fingers through his wet hair in frustration and continues to look around, not realizing that it's only his mind playing tricks on him, making him hear and see things that are far from real.

The walls seems to be closing in on Harry, making it hard for him to breathe and he panicks when it almost becomes unbearable, it's like someone is choking him, blocking his trachea from the essential air. Unsure of what else to do, Harry quickly get out of the house and start running, not locking the front door behind him. He's far too gone to think of stuff like that.

Harry runs until he finally starts seeing one or two human beings around him. It makes him feel a little better, to see people around but his mind, heart and body itch for only one specific person. His shaking hands just want to hold that one person as close as possible. He wants to hold her until his teeth stop chattering, his body stop shaking and his heart stop beating so loud.

The thunder booms but Harry doesn't even flinch, with his head down and mind fuzzy with thoughts, he keeps on walking. Not sure of which way he's going. He just goes where ever his limbs take him, too deep in his sorrows to pay attention to anything.

He walks until his bare feet are swollen and ache like hell and finally he decides to take refuge from the harsh weather. Harry looks around and sees a small bench at the very end, it's protected by some sort of roof and Harry trots towards it. The longer he walks, the farther bench seems and it makes him let out a small cry, fresh tears again falling from his eyes.

Finally he gives up and falls on his knees, eyes still fixed on the bench that seems so close yet it is so damn far away.

His body is shivering worse than it has ever before. His lips and nails have gone purple from the harsh cold and his eyes hurt from staying open even in the heavy rain. Yet all this is not enough to make the pain inside him to be forgotten- nothing is. And Harry finds himself wondering whether death will be enough to make him forget it all or not.

A man walks by him, giving him a concerned look and feeling pity for whom he thinks is a crazy, homeless person. Little does he know that Harry's just a crazy, loveless person.

"Come with me." The generous stanger asks Harry, moving the Umbrella away from himself to shield Harry's shivering body from the harsh water.

Harry releases a small sigh, feeling a little relieved now that the cold rain drops aren't assaulting his body and looks up at his saviour.

"Can you take me to her?" Harry asks him with pleading eyes and the man frowns at his question, knowing nothing what Harry's talking about.

"To the graveyard. Take me to her. Need to see her." Harry says through chattering teeth and although the man is now sure that Harry is mentally disturbed, he nods his head and tells him to stand up.

Harry tries to get up but his limbs are weak, they feel numb and like jelly, making it impossible for him to stand and that makes him cry even more. The fact that even his body is also slowly leaving him, just like she did.

The kind stranger helps Harry to stand up and he takes them both to his car that's parked not so far away. He helps him to sit in the passenger seat before climbing in himself and turning the heater on in an attempt to warm Harry up.

"Do you have a place to live?" The man asks Harry, sparing him a glance before looking back at the road.

Harry stays quiet for a while, thinking about the question he has been asked. He wants to cry and laugh at the irony that although he's got five houses in this city alone, he's barely living becuase it's not the house you live in, it's the heart where you live and sadly the heart Harry lived in has stopped beating long ago.

I love you, Harry. Shaky voice of the girl whom he had so brutally kicked out of his house echoes in his head but he ignores it.

"No." Harry answers in a whisper, looking straight ahead at particularly nothing.

"Have you eaten anything all day?" The man asks Harry and that's when he realizes that he hasn't eaten a single bite ever since he woke up this morning.

He stays quiet, the man doesn't need to know everything about him. Why is he concerned anyway? He asks himself.

"I'll check you in a motel for a night, you can stay and eat there, yeah?" The man offers and Harry immediately shake his head in response.

"Just drop me off at the local graveyard." He tells the man and closes his eyes momentarily, his body is still shivering because his clothes are wet but he feels at peace because of the warm car and the comfortable seat he's sitting on.

Without any further questioning the man drives Harry to the only graveyard in the small city and as soon as the car stops, Harry quickly throws open the door and climbs out.

"Wait. Take this." The man says, getting out of the car and handing Harry his umbrella and warm coat but Harry just smiles without an emotion behind it and shakes his head.

With that he turns his back to the man and enters the dimly lit graveyard in search of his lover.

He blinks his eyes many times, reading the name on each stone. It takes him about half an hour before his feet come to halt. Harry's breath gets stuck in his throat and his heart beat starts to accelerate. He stares at the stone with blurry vision, not blinking away the tears that inevitably form in his eyes.

Stella Joy Austin

A kind and loving human being and an amazing friend.

Harry reads it over and over again, until the words are engraved in his mind, body and soul.

He wants to scream and cry, he wants to break the stone that has her name written on it, signifying that she's dead for real. He wants to curse the cruel world and it's creator for making his life worse than hell but his lips are sealed, all the sadness just pouring out of his swollen eyes.

Another loud thunder sounds in Harry's ears and he tries to comfort himself by believing that the sky is also angry at the God for making him suffer so much.

Hours pass and the rain finally stops. The entire place now surrounded by errie silence. It's like the small insects and animals are quietly mourning over Harry's crushed state, too sad to make a noise.

He's lying there on the grave of his love, eyes closed and body shivering but he feels comfortable for once, now that he's finally lying with her.

"You know babe, i envy you so much." Harry whispers, puffing out a breath and smiling a little. "Why know why?"

Harry waits for the response but is greeted with utter silence which causes his smile to falter and his forehead to crease in sadness.

"You always wanted to die before me, didn't you? Didn't want to feel the pain of losing me." Harry chuckles humorlessly, clenching his eye lids shut tighter to prevent the tears from leaking out. "Your wish was granted but guess what, it hurts like hell." His voice crack at the end and a sob escapes his mouth involuntarily followed by small drops of tears flowing out of closed lids and onto the grave.

"Don't like it here without you." Harry confess shaking his head before his eyes flutter open and he looks up at the gloomy sky, "Ask God to call me there too, please."

Again there's silence as the response but Harry isn't done talking yet. He knows that even if she's not replying, she is listening to him very carefully and is yearning to get her arms around him, to hold him safe in her delicate arms with Harry's head nuzzled in the warmth of her neck.

"Is our baby doing okay there? I bet it's a girl." Harry smiles as he imagines a little girl with beautiful curly hair and vibrant green eyes like himself, the rest of her features resembling her beautiful mother. "Did you tell her about her daddy, hmm? Tell her not to miss me too much, gonna come to you two soon."

A wide smile adorns Harry's lips as he thinks of metting his girlfriend and his little baby girl. He feels his head becoming light and his body going utterly numb.

Yes. He thinks to himself. Yes, it's time to meet them agian. It's time for me to love them and keep them for eternity.

"I'm coming." He mumbles but no one is there to listen and soon enough Harry loses himself to peace and silence.