Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

"I'm hungry" Niall whined. I couldn't agree more, my stomach was making these weird noises every now and then.
"There's still some fish and vegetables" Noah offered him a banana and a piece of blood. I took the banana from Niall's hands before he could open it.
"Hey!" he protested.
"There are still loads of other fruits" I chuckled at his pout. "I'm sorry, Nialler, don't look so sad" I pouted along and he chuckled at my reaction before biting from an apple.
"What are we going to do today? We don't have to do much today, there's food and water enough for at least three days" Rosalinda plopped down next to Paulo, who joined our little group this morning.
"We can do, uhm" Niall sat down too and never stopped thinking. Harry's torso pressed against my back when snuggling his face in my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Just friends, my ass" Lucas snorted.
"I know right" Niall's eyes widened and agreed with Lucas. His index finger was almost piercing a hole in my head, so I literally had to duck so that his finger wouldn't actually. That caused me to bump my head against Harry's face. "Look how hard she's blushing" Niall kept laughing and pointing at me. My face felt like there was a fire burning on the skin and believe me when I say that it was not comfortable at all.
"Stop embarrassing her" Harry chuckled and pecked my cheek. I wanted to push him off me, but he made me feel so happy and bubbly, so I just couldn't.
But we were not together, nope.
His hands were no longer on my waist, instead they were reaching for the bleeding nose I caused him.
"I'm so sorry, Harry" I wanted to help him but I didn't know how, so I was just making ridiculous movements in the air. I stopped when Harry started laughing at me. "Pff, never mind. I'm not sorry anymore." I turned around and joined Rosalinda and Sophie at the sort of camp, we liked to call 'Nando's' because one certain person here is homesick and found it funny to call our camp 'Nando's' don't even ask me who.
"Look who's coming in our direction" Sophie nods her head to somewhere behind me. I turn around and make eye contact with 'Antonio' the totally gorgeous Brazilian model. It looked like months ago since I last spoke to him.
"Hey guys!" He smiled at the three of us after entering Nando's. "Do you mind if I join you guys? I was kind of in a fight with the rest of my little gang" I chuckled at his choice of words but shook my head anyway.
"No prob, welcome." I smiled and continued peeling my orange.
"So does anyone have a suggestion for what to do? I'm beyond fucking bored" Rosalinda groaned and let her head fall to the back of her neck.
"We could do spin the bottle" Antonio grinned.
"Cheeky" Rosalinda grinned along and it looked like they were in their own little world, completely forgotten about Sophie and me.
"No seriously, why not?" Sophie stood up and walked in the direction of the five shirtless guys.
I saw Paulo smirk, Harry shaking his head and looking for me, Niall being awkward when not knowing what to say, Lucas not giving a fuck and Noah walked away without even answering. Soon they were all coming towards Nando's. Harry and I never letting go of each other's eyes, almost like he was begging me not to look away, so I didn't.
"Hi" Antonio greeted the guys.
"Hello, nice to have you here with us , mate" Harry said, what made us lose our eye contact.
"Let's do 'would you rather' instead?" Niall suggested and we rearranged our circle.
"I'll start" Rosalinda spoke up before we could even agree. "Would you rather die now or live forever?"
"So fucking easy, live forever for sure" Paulo answered, rolling his eyes.
"I would die now" I whispered, Harry nodded.
"Are you crazy? You can't die now" Niall took my hand and got daggers in his back from Harry's direction but ignored them. I smiled faintly and shook my head without looking at someone in particular. Face it, if you think clearly, nobody like literally no single soul would want to live forever. Immortality is not something people want, it's the idea of being here forever is what people are craving for. But actually living forever is nothing but a punishment. Of course, the first reaction of anyone would be the ability of 'forever'. Because it's something impossible, and that's what's so fucking dangerous for everyone. We always want more, always. But if you think of it, people everyone you love slipping away from your fingers is not something you actually are able to look forward to, making new friends is harder if you know you will lose them, giving yourself more time to fail is a castigation and being all alone is a mortification.
"It's a trick the question, isn't it?" I turn my head to Rosalinda and eye her up and down until she drops her smile and nods.
"I'd kill for a cigarette right now" she groans, leaving me all alone with my racing thoughts and not giving me the answer I craved for.
"Would you rather fuck Megan Fox or Kim Kardashian?" the following questions were more this sort of useless, frustrating questions bursting of hormones. I stood up in the middle of a discussion whether girls are better in bed than guys or vice versa. They were so excited and focused on one another that they didn't even notice me leaving. My toes were almost contracting because of the freezing water that was dancing on the palm of my foot. I almost jumped in the air when I heard his voice.
"I wouldn't want to live forever either" His facial expression didn't change throughout my dilemma of deciding whether Harry was being serious or laughing at me again. "Immortality is a curse" He sighed and brushed his shoulder against mine.
"I wish I could feel the moon on my skin as much as I can feel the sun." I said after at least an hour of silence between the two of us.
"It's odd, how you don't seem to feel the most beautiful things, huh?" I looked aside to see his facial expression. It looked like he meant so much more with that one sentence, but I didn't dare to ask him about it.
"I wish we met under other circumstances." I sighed and leaned closer against his shoulder. I waited for him to agree or even disagree, but he remained silent.
"I wish you would allow me to kiss you" he sighed.
"Not this conversation again" I groaned and made the distance between the two of us a little bigger.
"I'm sorry" he murmured and stopped walking. "We should go back, we're at least an hour away from Nando's" He was slightly walking ahead from me and I suddenly couldn't anymore, my head was exploding and I didn't know what to do anymore. Every single thought was coming reaching my brain again and in matter of seconds I was reaching for my head and weak sobs were escaping my lips. I was feeling like a baby and I really hoped Harry would leave me behind or not even hear me, I was so embarrassed I just crashed here with him out of all people with me, for no reason at all actually. But I couldn't stop, the salty devils were leaving my eyes like a river and there was nothing to stop it.
"No, no, no, no" Harry rushed back to me and fell on his knees before me, grabbing my hands and pulling me carefully with him. "Stop, oh god, Sam, please stop"
"I don't know anything anymore, Harry. I feel enclosed and numb and still everything hurts so much" My head falls on his shoulder and he keeps whispering 'no, no, no', don't ask me why. "I want to go home"
"I know, baby. I know" His fingers wrap gently around my wrists and he pushes my head softly from his shoulder. He presses his lips tenderly on the base of my hand. "Hold on" he looks me in the eyes and doesn't let go.
"I do care about you, you know that right?" My voice is raspy and the tears were still streaming down my cheeks, but the sobs stopped.
"I know, Sam" His thumbs rested on my cheeks but didn't move. I calmed down by studying the way he clenched his teeth upon each other and squeezed his eyes shut. I let myself fall on my bum, Harry followed me without opening his eyes. I placed myself between his legs, Harry's body was numb and didn't responded to my actions. It was just that, me sitting in between an almost dead Harry behind me, not even touching.
"Sorry for my outburst" I whispered with a sore throat and hollow eyes after minutes of silence. His arms finally found my body and his cheek pressed against my back.
"I wish you would just let me in" he whispered back.

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