Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

“Does this mean that everyone’s on their own?” Sophie’s voice is soft, almost like she’s scared to peak out these words. Like she doesn’t want it to happen and she asks people to contradict her words, that are considered mad according to her. Niall glances over to Harry, Harry to Lucas and Lucas to Noah. I feel totally left out, but for once I don’t care. I place my arm around Sophie’s shoulders and look at the abandoned beach. How could things get out of hand in such a short amount of time? It’s crazy. Harry sits down beside Noah, what makes Sophie, Lucas and I the only ones standing up.
“No” Lucas’ words sound strong and believable until you can spot the remaining of the puddle blood dried in the sand that proves the fight that had been going on for hours yesterday.
I sit down on the edges of Niall’s knees when my feet began to ache. Harry glances over to me with a blank expression before opening his mouth.
“We’re with seven now, right? Things will get a little bit more stressy, but it’ll be feasible to survive?” Harry suggest, trying to find one of the remaining 42 others, but they all seemed to have left the beach.
“It has to be” Noah sighs. Niall’s long fingers find the sides of my waist and began poking me. I slap his hands away but all I can manage to see the smirk hanging loosely on his lips.
“Stop, Niall!” I laugh. “This is not a situation to laugh” I protest, still laughing. “Niall I mean it” I stand up to my feet and look played mad at the grinning blonde guy. As soon as he notices I’m standing on my feet he pouts.
“Sorry, I will keep my hands here” He places his hands on either side of his body and remains still for at least forty-five seconds. I shake my head, rolling my eyes and try to follow the conversation that’s going on.
“You can sit here” Harry mouths and pats his legs.
“I’m fine, but thanks” I smile kindly and ignore the odd knot on the inside of my stomach.
“Let’s figure it out tomorrow? I’m tired.” Rosalinda suggests.
“Great idea. Let’s all sleep here in a circle around a fire, so we don’t lose someone. This means as much as don’t run away, we need you” Lucas smiles and pulls a fleece blanket out of his bag.
“I’m seriously not tired yet. It feels like I’ve been awake for nearly two hours.” I say.
“That’s because maybe you woke up like four hours later than we did?” Niall smirks and I look at Harry.
“Let’s go I want to show you something” Harry grabs my hand, and I yank away, but I immediately regret it as I see Harry’s face, eyes locked on the sand and filled with sorrow.
“You wanted to show me something?” I asked after a very uncomfortable silence.
“Right! Follow me!” He forced a smile on his adorable face and ran away, like literally ran. I ran after him and took his hand to stop him from running. He looked puzzled at our hands before grinning and nodding.
“Not so fast, Styles!” I protested, trying to regain my regular breathing. “My legs are going to fall off” I whined, tripping over every branch, because it was fucking night and we were walking in the woods.
“Here, jump on my back” He stood still before me, a little bent, so it would be easier for me to jump.
“No, it’s okay.” I walk past him and trip over again. I curse underneath my breath and try to ignore Harry’s chuckling. He walked before me and blocked my path, so that I had to stand still once again. He placed his hands on the backside of my legs and lifted me effortlessly on his back. I clenched my arms around his shoulder to stop me from falling. I wanted to protest, but he was already going further.
I put my head on his back and closed my eyes. After a good ten minutes he put me down again. I turned around and was greeted by the most beautiful view I’d ever seen. Pine trees were embracing the horizon and little waterfalls were peacefully streaming down the most beautiful cliffs I’d ever seen. And the moonlight, oh god, the moonlight was almost smiling down at its earth. It was absolutely breathtaking.
“Wow” I could manage to say. Without touching me further, he rested his chin on my shoulder and nodded.
“I know, you should see it when the sun is coming up.”
“I would love that” I turned around and Harry stepped away. “Let’s stay here for a little while” I suggested and sat down on the top of the cliff. After a few minutes Harry joined my side. “Pizza would be lovely now” I sighed. Harry started laughing like an idiot and I chuckled along.
“You scare me sometimes” Harry says after a very long time.
“I know, I scare myself too” I couldn’t help but feel a source of grief being created on the inside of my chest. A single tear rolls weakly down my cheek. I hide my fists in the end of my sleeves before bringing it to my cheek and wipe it away without looking back at Harry, even though I feel him staring at me.
“You scare my sometimes, because I feel like nobody will be good enough to safe you.” I can hear the wrinkles forming on his forehead as he speaks with gritted teeth. I don’t answer, instead I lean closer against him. He protectively wraps his arm around my shoulder. I burrow my head in his chest and hug his torso back. We don’t trade words for an eternity.
“You smell nice” I mumble against his chest to break the silence.
“Blue by Chanel” he laughs and his body does too. “I shaved this afternoon” I unwrap my arms from his chest and put my head on his lap instead. I roll up my sleeves a little bit before bringing my hand to his face.
“Your face is a baby bum” I stated seriously before letting my hand fall on my stomach. His mouth shot open and he started laughing again.
I have been feeling sad, lost and incredibly lonely the most part of my life.
But do you know what helps me escape these bewildered thoughts? When I see him laugh, not just a cheeky smile I receive all the time from him, but the way when his head shoots backwards and his teeth show off, I can be crying for hours but when I see him like that, I can’t help myself to feel warm. Not like it is warm outside and it’s a nice feeling. But actually almost uncomfortable warm on the inside of my chest, a vivacious feeling swelling up inside of me that makes me almost explode from the inside out. That’s the moment I am weak, I am even weaker than when I can’t see clearly anymore because of the curtain of tears before my eyes at four in the morning. He makes me weak, and I’m all over. It’s almost morbid to think, that I want him to make me feel weak, just as I want him to show me how much he needs me. I’m ready to admit I need him, not only as someone who helps me to survive but as actually something more.
“Why are you looking at me so strangely?” he asks while he stops laughing and suddenly it feels like he is piercing with a small needle tiny holes inside of my lunges and I can’t breathe anymore. I’m actually choking on the air. Because now I see the worry and the hurt behind his eyes. He’s so insecure and so hard on himself it kills me. And he’s covering it all with a laugh, but he’s so hurt maybe I made him laugh now, but he’s been so alone and damaged.
I bring my hand to his cheek again and close my eyes.
“You’re so wonderful” His breath hitched in his throat and I smiled weakly at him without opening my eyes.
“You are too, Harry” I whisper. After a while I open my eyes again and Harry’s staring at the scene before him. “I really like sweet corn” I say to lighten the mood. Harry’s famous grin returns and he looks at me with big eyes and happiness.
“Marry me already” he chuckles and lift his hand where he was supporting his body on, to bring hit to my hair and caress it gently without stopping his smile.
“Are you seriously bringing dirt to my hair?” I joke. He grinned back at me and rolls his eyes playfully. “Your turn.”
“My turn?” He stops caressing my hair and looks down at me.
“To say something random, you can continue dirtying my hair, it felt great actually” I smile up at him.
“That’s not even a verb” He laughs but continues anyway. “I can play the kazoo” he says and I burst out in a fit of laughter. “What? It’s true.” I replace my head on his lap as I continue chuckling.
“Don’t laugh at me” he protested, pretending to be hurt.
“Oh please, Styles” I chuckle and pull on his lower lip that was sticking out.
“Hmfhey dzdstp tzat”
“What? I can’t hear you” I smile so brightly that my cheeks began to hurt and tears were starting to form in my eyes from happiness.
“Hey stop that” He says again, now completely freed from my grip. He looks at me again, but doesn’t say or stop his staring for several minutes.
“What?” I ask, still with my laughter hanging on my lips.
“I just adore you so fucking much” He leans in and I actually start to panic but his lips connect with the bridge of my nose instead.
“You’re not bad yourself” I say as I don’t know how to answer his compliment.
“I wish we could stay here forever.” He sighs and looks back up to the moon.
“Do you really? My back starts to hurt, seriously “ I lift my bum and pretend to be annoyed.
“Oh shut up” He laughs and covers my eyes with his hands to annoy me even ‘more’. I laugh again. A sigh falls from my lips and I close my eyes, yawning. His fingers slip away from my face.
“Let’s go back?” He suggests and waits for me to lift my head. When I do and wipe the dirt off my, well actually his, shirt he stands up and after we finally reached the bottom of the cliff I intertwined my fingers with his.
“Don’t think too much from this” I warn him when he looks down at our intertwined fingers. He smiled satisfied into the distance as we made our way back to the beach.
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