Who Killed Harry Styles?

by Darcy Ann Stypayhorson

"I did not killed him! He was once my friend and now he's gone! How can I be the murder!" "I ain't a murder, I told you. My friend died because someone killed him, and it's not me." "He's my bestfriend. How could anyone or anybody killed Harry?" Three friends of the young Harry, but.. Asking them all, will they know who did it? Will they know the truth?

1. Prologue

"Harry..."

"Wake up."

That one familiar voice that I've been avoiding.

"Goddamn it, Harry. Can you fucking wake up?!"

I let my eyes open as I see a dark shadow from the window.

"What the fuck? Louis, if you're pranking. Can you please stop? I'm trying to have a peaceful sleep!" I couldn't take this situation. I have a rough day today, I broke up Kendall. I mean, she broke up with me.

"Awww, you think I'm your little sweet boobear? I'm sorry, Harry. But I'm no Louis."

From the shadows, I saw a knife in the hand, as my eyes grew wide.

I stand up from my bed in shock.

"What the hell!! Are you trying to kill me?!" I don't know what the hell is going on, is this some kind of a nightmare?

"Maybe."

"For fuck's sake! I don't know who you are, or what you are. Just please, leave me alone. I have a family and friends to live up to." I begged.

"Why don't we play hide and seek then, Harold?"

"What?! This is bullshit!" I walk backwards 'til it cornered me.

"Looks like I'mma finish you this time."

"You! It was you! You were the one who tried to kill me! Why?!"

"Oh, you know why." He smile.

I getta get out of here, before he kills me.

"Oh, sorry. You can't get away from me, Harry." I screamed as darkness take over me.