Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

“No, Niall I’m serious. I tried at least fifty times.” I groaned thinking of how much I hated this one particular sentence that ruined my life.
I'm sorry the number you tried to reach is no longer available.
“Maybe you should try to call to the organiser of the whole project to ask for his number, he might have written a wrong number.” Niall was chewing on something and yelling some words to his friend throughout our conversation. I could just imagine how he’d be laying across a couch with his sweatpants and a bottle of beer in his hands whilst watching some soccer.
“Already tried, they won’t help me.” I sighed, writing some random words on my notepad for school. Yup, catching up with school, no fun, believe me.
“Gregg, pass me the bag! Ya, don’t know what you gotta do then, sorry Sam. Jesus, do I really have to do everything here.” Niall groaned, clearly not to me.
“Watch out for little Theo!” I heard another voice panicking.
“Aight, aight.” I heard Niall groan annoyingly.
“It’s fine” I sighed when I got Niall’s attention back. “But, I gotta go; My so called friends are coming over to welcome me home” I spit out in disgust. They never liked me and now when I am “famous” they all care for me.
“Aight, call me” He said before hanging up. I threw my phone angrily on my bed and walked towards the door. Before I could open the door, was the door pushed in my face.
“Sweety, they’re all here. It would be nice if you came downstairs and join them.” My mother said kindly.
“Don’t call me sweety as you just smacked a door in my face.” I groaned, walking past her to jog downstairs.
“Heyy!” Various girls came rushing towards me and hugged me tightly. Only five out of the 25 people were my friends before I was dropped on that island. Where I still don’t know a shit about, by the way. I thought we’d know the purpose of the damn shit project, but nope.
“So how was it? Can you tell us how you survived? Was it hard?” I tried to find Zayn in this mess, but he was not here. I don’t know what happened when I was gone, but I barely see Zayn since I am back. It’s like I did something wrong. We used to hang out every Friday night, just simple movie nights, but it meant the world for me. And now I just feel incredibly lonely, I feel like I’ve lost every single thing.
, I used to dream about my bed every day, but now when I have the chance to sleep in it, it feels cold and empty. My only company are the ice cold tears who are so friendly to reside on my cheeks.
“Yea” I answered, not sure on which question. I wanted to go back to my room so badly, but my mum was watching me and forcing me to stay with her eyes.
To: Zayn Malik
Are you coming tonight, or do you have plans?
I hoped with all my heart he’ll still come, because I really won’t make it with all these bitches. Not even two minutes later he answered.
To: Sam Miller
No, sorry. I’m taking Perrie out tonight. Have fun though! x
The lump in my throat increased with the second and if these girls weren’t bitching in my living room, I’d certainly burst out in tears.
To: Zayn Malik
Okay, you too!
“Sam! Were the guys hot there?” I really wanted to throw the refrigerator to the girls head, I couldn’t even walk to my kitchen to drink something without being alone for one second.
I locked myself in the bathroom, and looked around. Things should be better here than on the island, shouldn’t it? But why keep these memories hunt my brain? Why do I feel so empty inside?
“Okay so, if we were at home right now what would you do?” Harry asked me suddenly.
“Uh sleep in my bed for ages, and watch all the movies I missed whilst cuddling with my blankets” Harry’s smile turned into an adorable grin and sparkling eyes.
“Yea that would be lovely” He murmured. “I’d force you to step in my car” He said staring at the sun who was being drowned by the waves of the ocean.
“Oh yea? We don’t even live in the same country” I laughed and looked at the dimples on his cheeks, that would appear whenever I answered. He turned around and almost pierced his eyes through my soul.
“That’s because we’re asking each other hypothetical questions.” The green in his eyes was almost invisible and his pupils were too big to leave space for his beautiful emerald green.
“Oh, are we? So where would you take me?” I asked, smirking and lifting my knees under my chin, still holding the eye contact.
“We would watch an outdoors movie and sit on the front of my car.”
“That sounds a lot like a date” I broke the eye contact and dropped my smile.
“Not if you don’t experience it like one”
“What if it starts raining?” I ask.
“I’ll drive you home, you’ll invite me in and offer me hot chocolate and we’d watch a movie in your living room, you’ll be wrapped in a lot of blankets and would leave me shivering.” I chuckled knowing it’d probably go that way. “But eventually you’d pity me and let me hold you as we share the blanket. Because you’re used to my arms wrapping around your body.” He lowered his voice and at the end of the sentence he was whispering and looking at me with too much hope and pursed lips.
“What if it stops raining?” I whisper back, looking back at him.
“I’ll make sure you won’t notice it stopped raining so that I can feel the familiar slowing down of your heartbeat when you fall asleep. Then I’d kiss the top of your head and finish the movie. When the credits are rolling on the screen I’ll bring you to your room and drive away to only call you awake in the morning so that I’m sure you’ll be the first one to hear me speaking that day.”
I cannot think of these memories because they kill me. I miss him so much, and I want him near me, so badly.
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a/n sorry for the short chapter! I hope you're all doing okay? Love you xx

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