I Have Hate
Prologue
Harry
I could hear every heartbeat, every breath, every raindrop splattering the tin roofs above. I could see everything within a mile.
The streetlights on 5th avenue that refuses to stay lit, the flickering sign of Doc’s drugstore, but tonight, I could especially the silver pistol trained at my head, with a finger yearning to respond at the base.
"Any last words?” A harsh voice ripped across the night.
I swallowed, my tongue refusing to moisten. It, and every part of me, was as dry as sandpaper. Well, every part of me except my eyes.
“Is the little baby crying?” That harsh voice mocked me, the gun staying in place.
I shook my head, having tears spill out of my eyes.
Cruel laughter erupted as I heard the fatal *click* as the bullet was set into place. “Save your tears, Styles. Zayn can’t save you now, can he?”
No. Zayn can’t save me.
I’ve accepted the fact that only one person alive can save me right now.
“Are you thinking what I think you are? Does Harry Styles think Skye Cordero will save him now?”
Skye.
That name brings a flutter of hope to me.
She can stop this.
“Please,” my voice cracked. “Have mercy.”
That laughter filled my ears once again. “I don’t have mercy for murderers, Styles.” His finger twitched, and he slowly moved himself closer to me.
Closer, closer, closer still, he kept moving until the barrel of the gun hit my head sharply.
“Zayn can’t save you now. Skye can’t save you now. This is the end.”
Tears were clearly flowing out of my eyes now, and I wasn’t holding back. How did I get myself into this? Ever since that day, when Niall muttered those fated words Skye Cordero, my life has been forever changed.
Skye Cordero.
I slipped out of consciousness and into a vivid memory as I replayed the day that changed everything.
The day I met Skye. The day I found what I was living for.
“Say goodbye, Styles.”
The day that would be the death of me.
I could hear every heartbeat, every breath, every raindrop splattering the tin roofs above. I could see everything within a mile.
The streetlights on 5th avenue that refuses to stay lit, the flickering sign of Doc’s drugstore, but tonight, I could especially the silver pistol trained at my head, with a finger yearning to respond at the base.
"Any last words?” A harsh voice ripped across the night.
I swallowed, my tongue refusing to moisten. It, and every part of me, was as dry as sandpaper. Well, every part of me except my eyes.
“Is the little baby crying?” That harsh voice mocked me, the gun staying in place.
I shook my head, having tears spill out of my eyes.
Cruel laughter erupted as I heard the fatal *click* as the bullet was set into place. “Save your tears, Styles. Zayn can’t save you now, can he?”
No. Zayn can’t save me.
I’ve accepted the fact that only one person alive can save me right now.
“Are you thinking what I think you are? Does Harry Styles think Skye Cordero will save him now?”
Skye.
That name brings a flutter of hope to me.
She can stop this.
“Please,” my voice cracked. “Have mercy.”
That laughter filled my ears once again. “I don’t have mercy for murderers, Styles.” His finger twitched, and he slowly moved himself closer to me.
Closer, closer, closer still, he kept moving until the barrel of the gun hit my head sharply.
“Zayn can’t save you now. Skye can’t save you now. This is the end.”
Tears were clearly flowing out of my eyes now, and I wasn’t holding back. How did I get myself into this? Ever since that day, when Niall muttered those fated words Skye Cordero, my life has been forever changed.
Skye Cordero.
I slipped out of consciousness and into a vivid memory as I replayed the day that changed everything.
The day I met Skye. The day I found what I was living for.
“Say goodbye, Styles.”
The day that would be the death of me.
Notes
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