Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

It’s been two months of doing research. But nobody could give me the address or the phone number of Harry nor anyone related. It was weird, because when I first came back I had to do at least four radio shows, a TV show and a television reportage. But it was like ‘Harry Styles’ didn’t even exist on the Internet. My mum had been spoiling me with gifts and new cloths and everything I (didn’t) ask(ed) for. It was almost annoying.
“Sam, darling. I want to talk to you.” My mum stood hesitantly against my doorframe. I nodded to her to come inside. She made her way towards my bed and she smoothened her skirt before clearing her throat. There was an awkward silence between the both of us since she didn’t start talking. “Well, I really don’t know how to tell you this. I also want to make clear that your father and I are very embarrassed and-“
“Just tell me already?” I was starting to get impatient. Her eyes flickered between my annoyed face and her hands intertwined on her legs. It took her more than two minutes to continue.
“Well” tears started to form in her eyes, and I’d never been more uncomfortable than I was right now. “You weren’t supposed to go there.”
“Go where?” I asked confusingly, still incredibly annoyed of her lack of answers and the amount of time she took before she finally did.
“You were not the one who was chosen out, Samantha.” There escaped a tear from her left eye and I felt kind of bad for feeling annoyed with her when seeing her so struggled right now.
“What do you mean? Of course I was.” I chuckled nervously, looking away from the woman I’ve spend so many time with, but looks like a complete stranger on this very moment whilst she didn’t dare to look me in the eye.
“No, sweety, you weren’t. Your father and I were just having a lot of issues with the family business. So we kind of volunteered for you.” What? “You got offered a lot of money. About 200 a day.” I stood up and looked down on her.
“This is a joke right?” I asked still pretty calm.
“No” I reached for my doorknob. “But, Sam.” She was on full sobbing now. Seeing her cry, was not only pathetic, according to the words that came out of her mouth. But also extremely embarrassing and odd, I’ve never seen my mother upset, not even a little out of control. My mum was this neat, perfect business woman, with a lot of manners on the contrary of me. “We promise you’ll get every penny back. We already repaid 6000 euro. We promise, Sam.”
“You‘ll never be able to repay this” I stormed out of my room and broke about five expensive vases on my way out. I was beyond furious, I’ve been suffering for six months to pay for my family business? I had to give up my close friendship with Zayn for their selfish behaviour?
I heard my mother call after me, but I was too furious to look behind. I was hysterical knocking on Zayn’s door not even ten minutes later.
“Hey, what? What’s wrong?” I stepped inside and tried to control my anger.
“They let me go on purpose.” I stuttered out in rage. My fists were shaking next to my legs and when I looked into Zayn’s eyes, he was not even the slightest shocked.
“I know” Zayn whispered back.
“What?”
“I only found out the second week, but I knew.” He made himself clear. Not even doing effort to comfort me or even calm me down.
“Why? What? When? Why didn’t you tell me?” My breath hitched in my throat by every word I spoke out.
“I don’t know Sam, chill out! Calm down.” He didn’t sound convincing, he even stepped behind, further away from me.
“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down, you have no right!” I was out of breath and my longs were collapsing from the effort. “Where is Zayn?” I whispered when I noticed he wouldn’t answer me. He still didn’t open his mouth to answer, so I just left his house without looking back. He didn’t come after me, neither did he tried to stop me, he just let me go.
I called Niall, but he didn’t answer. I tried another time but all I got was his stupid voicemail.
I ended up, sitting on a bench on the side of the road, staring at the few cars passing by. I sat there for a few minutes before standing up and taking the bus to the airport.
“Hello, can I help you?” The young man asked me with a friendly tone. His eyes twinkled when he saw me on a strange, uncomfortable way.
“Can I buy tickets here, or do I have to buy them in advance?” I asked in a monotone.
“Where to, miss?”
“England?” I’m going to England? Why? My heart started beating five times faster than normal. I didn’t even think about it, the words just left my mouth without even considering.
“Well there’s one seat in first class to Glasgow?” He looked at the screen of his computer and then looked back at me.
“Perfect” I faked a smile.
“Then I’ll just need your passport” I searched for my passport and gave him the little card. “Hey aren’t you the gir-“
“Yea”
“Okay, I need your parents’ permission for this. Do you have a letter or just a signature of your parents so I can see they’re okay of their daughter leaving the country.”
“C’mon I’m seventeen, I have a brain.” The guy looked at the screen and then back to me. “I’ll pay you double.”
“Do you even know how much this is? It’s first class.” I just kept staring at him.
“Can I go?” My eyes were piercing in his soul until he sighed deeply and spoke up again.
“I can lose my job if they find out.” I didn’t answer, just stared at him. “Fine.” He sighed finally.
“Can I pay with credit card?” I asked, . ot being able to cover my little smile of victory.
“I’d need to ask for your extra part in cash, I don’t want to my boss to find out I helped Samantha Miller escape the country” he winked before typing some things in the computer.
“When does the plane leave?” I ignore the fact that he doesn’t know my entire name.
“In about 3 hours.” I rushed to an ATM and back in ten minutes. “I wrote you a permission letter” He said when I shoved the money underneath his nose.
“Thanks” I said.
“No luggage?” He raised his eyebrow and pointed at my only bag around my shoulder.
“Nope, thanks a lot. Uh, Ben” I read on his nametag.
“No problem.” He winked again and I walked away.
This was so strange. But I got my ticket, so who cares, right?
There were further not many difficulties to enter the plane eventually.
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About five hours later, after taking two busses and a train I was in a village, I vaguely recognized by name, because Harry told me something about it. Holmes Chapel. It was still huge, so I had no idea how to find him. Why did I even come here? Maybe he didn‘t want to see me again? Why would he change his phone number, if he still wanted to see me so badly?
A bell rang when I entered the first bakery.
“Hello, do you know a guy named Harry Styles? Curly boy, green eyes?” I asked. The old man shook his head and ignored me. I searched for other bakeries but they were all closed since it was already pretty late. After a while I gave up by asking every stranger if they knew a boy named Harry Styles and entered a bed and breakfast after finding out the hotel I first went to was fully booked because of a huge event that was taking place tomorrow. I went straight to bed and the moment I opened my eyes, the sun was already shining down on me.
After I checked out, I decided to go to the event, everyone talked about. I asked everyone who looked my age if they knew Harry, but without success. It was already late when I entered a pub and saw two guys laughing loudly. I sat on a stool next to them and buried my head in my hands.
“Y’alright?” The voice was almost high pitched. Not like a female voice but higher than a man’s voice.
“Am fine.” I sighed not really convincing.
“I’m Louis. This is Liam” He motioned to the other guy and offered me a beer.
“No thanks, not really in the mood to drink.” I sighed again. “Sam.”
“I’ve never seen you here?” the Liam guy asked with a friendly smile.
“Not from here. Belgium.”
“Miller?” Louis asked excitedly and looked at Liam with a huge frown.
“Yea How’d you know?” I asked in disbelief. Okay it could be possible they watched Belgian television, but it would be weird, wouldn’t it?
“Harry can’t shut up about you. He’d be so thrilled if he knew you were here.”
“YOU KNOW HARRY?” I asked, my heart beating faster every second.
“Yea, he’s different now though, we barely see him and he doesn’t want to meet with us like ever.” Liam answered;
“Can you tell me where his ant lives?” My hands were shaking and my head felt incredibly heavy on my shoulders.
“It’s not that far from here actually.” He explained me and I barely even said goodbye. Before I could place the fact I was about to see Harry I stood before his door.
Before I could knock, the door flew open and a middle aged woman stood before my nose with three heavy bags in her hand.
“Hello.” I said friendly. “I’m here to see Harry?”
“Make your way inside, I’m done with the boy. I’m leaving.” She said rudely and disappeared. I didn’t have the time to think about this odd woman, because I was in the same building as him.
“Harry?” I whispered-yelled. But there was no answer. The house was small, very small. I pushed on every door and when I reached the first door upstairs I could feel he was behind that door. I carefully opened the door and he was laying on top of his sheet, his torso bare and only light gray boxers covering his body. He was laying on his stomach with his arm on top of his curls. I walked towards him in extremely slow motion, lifted his arm, what earned me a soft groan and the possibility to look at his face. He looked exhausted and extremely beautiful. I crawled in his bed and again, a whimper left his lips. I wiggled my body against his side and put his arm around my body. He opened his eyes briefly and muttered the words ‘this feels so real’ before closing his eyes again with an adorable smile lingering on his lips. I placed a soft kiss on his cheek and he opened his eyes again.
“Sam” he whispered, not longer with a smile. His hand cupped my cheek as he looked into my eyes. “How did you find me?” He whispered again.
“My family hates me” I answer, and finally break. Tears were slowly streaming down my cheeks as Harry replaces himself and holds me properly in his arms. I put my head in the crook of his neck as I kept sobbing softly. I fell asleep with his lips on my cheek and dried, salty tears on his neck.
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