Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

The worst thing of all was that if they came one day earlier, Lucas would still be alive. It was like they did it on purpose, to show us how powerful they are. What was the grueling project even for? Or was it an incredible ridiculous harsh punishment, for god knows what?
"I'm going to write my number on your hand" I vaguely heard his soft voice very closely, but the words weren't coming through. I felt his warm skin touching my hand and random numbers were gracefully written on it only seconds later. "I want to be sure you'll call me when you get home, okay?" All this suffering was for nothing. What now? Do we have to go to school again, what about the half year we missed? Would Zayn and Perrie still be together? "Baby, do you hear me?"
"I will" I whispered, still not looking at him as I kept staring at the stewardess.
"Promise me, Sam"
"I promise, Harry" I don't know why I didn't feel relieved or excited, or anything at all, really.
"Eat something" Harry offered me a sandwich, I'd have killed for a sandwich like that weeks ago, but I wasn't hungry.
"I'm fine"
"You really need to eat something decent"
"I said I was fine, Harry" I finally looked up to the curly boy next to me, but the look on his face totally changed after hearing the venom escaping my lips carelessly. He didn't talk to me after that, not for at least four hours.
"Fasten your seatbelt, everyone is here. We're going home" I didn't do effort to move. Harry's hands searched for my seatbelt beside my thighs when he noticed I wasn't planning to fasten them myself. "Thank you" I whispered, not completely sure he heard me.
"Sam looks really pale" Niall turned around and informed Harry, like he didn't notice it himself. I closed my eyes to block every sound on the plane and soon enough I fell asleep. -after Harry placed my head on his lap-
"Are you feeling better ?" I heard Niall's voice before I even opened my eyes.
"Yea, thanks" I tried to sit straight but Harry's hands were making it impossible. "Harry, can you please move your hands?"
"He's asleep" Niall said before turning around again and ignoring my groans. I tried to untangle his fingers from my hair, but it was harder than I originally planned. When I finally succeeded was my hair a nest and ready to welcome birds.
"Hi, how are you feeling?" Harry yawned. Really? All this effort for nothing? This must be a joke. Seriously.
"You got to be kidding me"
"Nice to see you too" I tried not to laugh, but when his dimples appeared I gave in and smiled -more like a perverted grin but anyway- along.
"I'm hungry" Niall turned around and said 'Oh my god, she's back' in unison with Harry. I just rolled my eyes and ordered a pizza. Not even five minutes later a flight attendant placed an entire pizza in front of me. Before I could eat a slice, because I was admiring the view and the fucking delicious smell, was already half of my gift from God eaten. "I'm too hungry to fight, but you two will get it later"
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"We'll be landing in 20 minutes"a masculine voice echoes through a speaker.
"Do you remember my number?" Harry asked for the bazillionth time.
"Yea, yea. By heart, and if I forget it's still written on my hand, wrist and shoulder." I roll my eyes and shoot him a playful grin.
"I wouldn't be so stressed out if I just got your number, who doesn't know her own number by heart? We're living in 2014 aren't we?"
"Yea, yea. We've been over this for like a hundred times. I'll call you as soon as I'm home. Chill."
"Ask your mum to read mine too then." Niall turns around with (another) slice of pizza in his hands.
"What?" I asked confusingly.
"When you were asleep I wrote mine on your forehead. Woops."
"Sure, I'll call you secondly then." I laughed and playfully winked at him.
"You better do" He winked back, overly excited may I add.
"I'm ready" I breathe out.
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As soon as the plane landed everyone stormed out and a lot of tears were visible.I didn't see my family through the mass of embracing and love from the other 'victim's' families. The first one I saw though, was Zayn. His smile was taking my breath away, and only now I realized why I missed home so much. By the time my feet brought my body in his arms my cheeks were drowned by their own tears.
"I missed you so so so so much" I could bring out in between my sobs.
"You are the most beautiful tramp I've ever seen" He laughed and pushed me kindly away to look at my face.
"I don't know if I have to take this as a compliment or an insult. But I don't want to think about it because you smell so perfect. Like home" I muttered against his jacket.
"Can we welcome our daughter too?" My mum asked. For a moment I was excited to see my sister, but she wasn't here of course. Why would she not hate me suddenly?
"Hi mum, dad, little bro" I embraced them all before turning around to introduce Harry, Niall, Rosalinda, Sophie and Noah. But I could only see Sophie and Niall. I was not in the mood to hide my feelings. I was incredibly disappointed that Harry left without saying goodbye, especially because he was the one being paranoid of never seeing one another again.
"This is Ni, he's the coolest Irish guy ever" I introduced thel but my parents were already talking to Sophie's mum.
"Hey pal" Zayn shook Niall's hand and smiled brightly.
"You're lucky to have Sam as your friend." Niall said and I pushed his shoulder.
"Don't be ridiculous" Niall smiled and pulled me in a hug.
"I have to go, but you" he rested his index on my forehead "are going to call me, and we'll hang out again but then clean and it will be nice, because I'll show you the coolest places in Mullingar and you'll love it there."
"Alright, I'll miss you Ni"
"You won't miss me, because we'll call and skype like all the time. I love you, Sam. Bye"
I waved goodbye to Ni and hugged Sophie before hugging Zayn again and resting my head on his chest for a long time, until my mum tol dus we had to catch our plane back to Belgium.
"Can I use your phone? I really want to call someone." I asked Zayn and he was looking at me with this shit eating grin.
"Sam finally got a boyfriend? Is it the Ni guy?"
"No, you know me, I don't date."
"Here"
"Thanks" I snuggled against Zayn's shoulder whilst typing the number from my wrist.
I'm sorry the number you tried to reach is no longer available.
What? No? What?
"Zayn can you please type the number from my shoulder in your phone." I was panicking and my head was as red as a tomato.
"Okay, here you go."
I'm sorry the number you tried to reach is no longer available.
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(a/n) Hi! I wrote this on a tablet with (dutch) autocorrect so if there are some weird words, excuse me haha! I'll fix it as soon as possible, but I'm still in Austria so I'll do it at home.
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love you all x Moira

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