Forbidden ( A Harry Styles Fan Fiction )

Chapter 22

Zayn's P.O.V.

I've been at Liam's house for a while, trying to get Julian to sleep. Ever since we found Heather's body, he's been a wreck, emotionally and physically. Every time he dozes off, he screams and starts to have a break down. It's hard for all of us, but Julian truly loved Heather.

"This can't be happening, she's got t-to be a-alive. This isn't r-real, it's not." Julian cries. I just sit there and let him pour out all the anger, hate, heartbreak, and any other feeling he has inside of himself. Luke walks in the room, motioning that I can take a break and he'll watch Julian.

"Thanks." I say to Luke on my way out of the room. The rest of the Alliance is seated on a couch and I join them.

"How is he?" Louis asks.

"Terrible." I answer.

"I can't even imagine how he feels right now." Ana wipes a tear away that was streaming down her face.

"Neither can I." Liam agrees. I nod in agreement, too. I've never been in love before, but I know what it's like to lose someone that you care about. Both of my parents were murdered for God's sake.

"I don't know if he will ever be the same." I say hopelessly. They all nod again. Luke walks out of the room.

"He fell asleep. He's definitely not waking up for a while." Luke sighs and sits down with the rest of us.

"Julian thinks he knows who killed her."

"Who?" I ask, wanting to know Luke's answer.

"Harry Styles."

Harry's P.O.V.

I just killed someone. I can't believe that I just killed someone. I've been sitting up in this tree for hours just thinking about what I did. I just killed someone.

I warned her. I didn't want to hurt her and I was only trying to defend myself. She came at me. She wanted to kill me. But, I killed her. I can't get over that. It just had to be my 18th birthday. I couldn't control my transformations. I didn't mean to kill her.

I didn't want to kill her. I would never hurt a fly, no matter how bad it pissed me off. But, here I am, revisiting the fact that I just killed someone. I killed a vampire.

My father would be proud of me and so would the rest of the werewolves. I would be praised if I told them. How do I feel about it? I'm disgusted with myself. What would Miranda think of me? I can't even imagine it.

How will she feel when she realizes she's with a monster? An actual monster. I'm a murderer, just like my dad. Zayn was right, I guess. I really am turning out like my father.

One thing is different for sure between my father and I. I don't find joy in other peoples' misery. I don't find happiness in deaths of people other then werewolves. I wouldn't want to see the day that I become the demented person that my father is.

The question that still remains is this: If I'm this messed up about seeing one person killed, how am I going to deal with all deaths that are going to happen in the battle?

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A/N: I decided to update just a filler. I am going to warn that in the future the battle will be coming up and it will be bloody but not over the top.

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