Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

"Hold her still" I commanded Harry, because he was the only one who was looking at me instead of fighting their asses of or shouting that everything was fucked up. "What's her name?" I ask, not looking up while trying to hold the girl still under my pressure. But the shocks were too intense and not even with Harry's help we managed to hold her still.
"How is she?" Lucas asked breathlessly. When he saw us struggling, his face fell. "We've used the strange, complicated and expensive thing. I send them a message, I hope they will be here soon." He looked worried, but not as worried as Harry looked at the blonde girl. When I looked at her with a lot of concentration, I recognized her and my hands shot to my mouth.
"Oh my god, this is Lina" I shook my head. She's such a lovely girl, I've been spending time with her one day and she's so nice, a little shy but super sweet. We've been talking about how much she likes nature, so doesn't really loathe being here.
"You know her?" I nodded and turned my gaze, to hold myself from crying.
"You want a hug?" Lucas asked, and I nodded. But when I was in his warm embrace is pushed him away.
"Make her stop moving like that" I begged. My gaze met Harry's and his eyes stood unreadable.
The worst part of all was that Lina wasn't even making a sound, she just laid there, her back arching over and over again, her eyes wide open as they pierced into my own.
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Five hours later the monsters came, Lina was already knocked-out for more than an hour, so I am not sure if she'll make it. I'm so beyond pissed at the fucking world I want to throw a giant bomb into the middle of this earth. So, this is probably how terrorism starts. It's scary, but I do understand them.
"You need to sleep" Harry whispered as he pressed his palms on my shoulders. I shook my head, not looking up as he sat down beside me. We stared how the waves hit the shore for endless minutes until he shamelessly put his head on my shoulder, his fingers playing with his own as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sound of the waves. I pull my knees up and rest my chin on my knees, completely ignoring Harry's curls tickling on my cheek.
"Can I sleep with you again, please? I don't sleep well alone" His voice is sad, but the breath against my skin is warm. Too warm that it's almost scary how comfortable it feels. I didn't answer, but instead I keep staring at the horizon.
"Yes" I whisper after what seemed like ages.
"What yes?" his voice is sleepy and adorable when he mutters these words. But I am done fighting, I love the way how he feels against my back when I'm falling asleep and I adore the way my neck is warm when I wake up. So why saying no if it's an advantage for the both of us.
"I'm not going to say it" I meant to let the words sound funny, but my voice was harsh and emotionlessly. "Let's go" I say as I push Harry's mob of curls carefully from my shoulder. Harry follows me silently when I walk to the place where my sleeping bag is hidden. I unroll the soft thing I've grown fond of for my own sake and don't even care to take the time to brush my teeth. "Come on" I yawn as I lay down and look at the stars with my eyes wide open.
"I'm sorry to bother you, honestly" He whispers when he lays down, touching my side and holds himself up by his elbow to look down at me.
"It's a little cramped, but it doesn't bother me, Harry." I try to smile but it faded as soon as it came.
"Thank you" he smiled sincere back and let himself fall on his side, and wrapped his arm around my body. "Would you feel uncomfortable if you'd turn around?" he asked, hesitating.
I turned around and tried to fit perfectly in between his arms. "No" I breathed out, definitively given up the struggle to try to push him away.
"Do you think it's weird?" He asks, still insecure of the whole thing.
"What?" I ask, placing my ear against his chest and slowly calming down because of his heartbeat.
"The two of us laying like this as friends?" He asks.
"Yea" I answer honestly, when his hand strokes my hair gently.
"Do you mind?" He whispers, not stopping the gesture.
"No" I answer again, honestly.
"Great, because I love this" He whispers after a huge silence. I feel his heartbeat quicken and his breath hitch in his throat.
I stiffen into his grip as I hear those words. This is not good, he doesn't like me or anything, does he? I don't like him do I? I can't love him, no way in hell. I relax my body as I decided not to answer, instead I twirl my index finger gently on his bare chest and sigh relieved when the caressing on my back was stopped. Though, it really calmed me down, it's better this way.
"I'm scared" I whisper so faintly, it was almost impossible for him to hear.
"Me too" His voice is broken and soft.
"What if they're waiting for one of us to survive, just like in the Hunger Games. That will be so fucked up , wouldn't it?" I asked.
"This is reality, Sam."
"Is it? Is it really , Harry?"
"This is fucked up, huh?" He answered.
"Yea." Was the last sound I made before falling asleep.
When I woke up, my neck ached unbearably hard. I craned my neck and looked down at the almost lifelessly guy underneath my own body. You might not understand why I keep letting him stay here in my sleeping bag, but I have my reasons.
I pity him, I don't know what his parents put into his bag, but I have this awful feeling it was nothing useful. I saw he changed his clothes once and I believe I saw him brush his teeth too, but he didn't have anywhere to sleep, and I do.
Harry's also the best company I could wish for in this situation and I really miss him when he ignores me. Plus he still fascinates me and everything I want right now is figuring this curly boy out.
"Morning" A groggy voice said and a wide grin followed. I gave him a smile in return as I stand up to dress myself.
"Here" He says and grabbled behind him until he lifts his button up shirt in the air. "If you want you can wear this again."
"Thank you" I don't hesitate to accept it, because his shirt is longer and way more comfortable.
"I'm going back to the beach, please put my sleeping bag in the bag again." I say just before turning around and making my way towards the beach.
"Sure, thanks again"
"Anytime, Harry" I shout back before jogging my way back to be faster.
"Where have you been?" Niall took my shoulders and bore his eyes into mine.
"Sleeping? Niall calm down." I pushed him away.
"No, We all have been awake for over four hours. Everything is falling apart, look at those people" he pointed his finger to a group of guys fighting again, they were shouting at each other and a puddle blood was surrounding them. "They're beating each other up for fun, because they're bored." His breathe quickened and looked at the way my facial expression changed.
"Why doesn't anyone do something about it?" I ask seriously.
"Nobody cares." He shrugs. I look around and see some girls sitting on the beach and yelling at each other.
"Fuck what has happened? Where is Noah? Where is Lucas? Sophie?" my voice is weak towards the end of the sentence. "How could everything be so messed up in one day?"
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I am so sorry this chapter sucks hahahaha but I felt like updating.. I promise the next update will be less unprofessional .. I apologize for life haha :(
Hope you're all having a lovely day though.. lots of love Moira :) x

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