Loss At Heart

Harry Styles, the oldest of three kids. Being 16 he looked after the two young ones. The youngest child, Sophia Styles, is only 4 years old. The middle child; wild, curious, and courageous, who bears the name Jenny Styles. She was only 11 years old. Having parents who have an important job can be a hard thing. So secretive that they can’t tell you anything about their job or what they do. The three kids are victims of a tragic event. Some people ask,” Why do bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people?” In a situation like this, the three connected by blood would be the good people who drew the short end of the stick.


1. Memory Still Remains

~Flashback (1 Year Ago)~
Harry’s POV

Music filling my ears, laughs and smiles plastered our faces, and joy in our voices. We were driving home from our trip to the beach. It was a rare opportunity being that Mom and Dad are Secret Service Agents. Pretty exciting huh. Well, having that kind of job has so many risks. I worry about them a lot. Sometimes I get a little overprotective. Them being a secret agent an all, I don’t know when they are working. Who knows? Maybe we went to the beach because they had some kind of mission there. Like blending in with normal people to find a suspect or whatever. My thoughts were interrupted when we arrived at home. The car pulled up to the driveway and came to a stop. “I had fun, Mom and Dad.” I thanked them. They replied with a warming smile.

I heard Sophia make one of those cute little giggles. I chuckled. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you inside. You must be tired.” I reached my arms out to pick her up from her car seat. “Haz, I’m tired. Can you carry me inside too?” I chuckled as Jenny asked me once I unbuckled Jenny. “Sure, sport. Get on my back, I still have to carry your sister.” “Okay.” Mom and Dad went ahead of us into the house. I made my way to the door when I saw 5 men sitting on the stairs inside our house, each one holding a gun.

“Mum, dad what’s going on?” It’s a good thing Jenny and Sophia fell asleep in such a short time.

“Your parents arrested three of our men last year. They were executed in shock chairs. But their lives weren’t the only things they took, and let’s just say your Mummy and Daddy are hiding it somewhere. We want it back.” One of the men explained.

“They killed 137 people might I add.” Father came back.

“And soon it’ll be 139 dead. If we get lucky ,maybe it’ll be 142 if we get your kids too.” Another man said.

“Son, I want you to take your sisters and get out of here. Take the truck and go. Don’t stop driving until the moon rises. Do you understand me?” Mother said.

“But Mum-.” I started.

“Harry Edward Styles, do what your mother tells you!” Dad screamed at me. Not once did they turn around to look me in the eyes, they were focused on the 5 bastards on the stairs.

Finally, Mom looked back at me. “Hey, it’s alright. Everything is going to be okay. We’re sharp shooters. We wouldn’t have been hired if we didn’t expect something like this. And besides, it looks like there are more than 5 of them in the house, son. Just take care of your sisters. Okay?” She smiled like nothing was wrong. How can she do that when people are in front of them holding guns.

“Ch… I love you, Mum and Dad.” Were my last words to them. I quickly sprinted out the house and made my way to the truck. I found the spare keys in the gov. department. Full gas tank. Looks like I’ll be driving for another 3-4 hours. We lived in a mansion, one with a gate and a long road from the gate to the house itself. “I’m sorry, Jenny, Sophia. It looks like our lives are going to change from here on out. I don’t know what’s to come.”

~End of Flashback~

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