Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

“Zayn, answer your freaking phone” I groaned into his voicemail. It’s already half past eight and I’m supposed to be at school right now. But Zayn, my fucking shit of a best friend who promised me to give me a ride to school because he used my bike yesterday to go home, won’t return my calls. While fidgeting with the zipper of my jacket, I decide to walk to school. I don’t really do any effort to hurry up. It’s no use anyway, I am already forty-five minutes late. It should bother me, because it’s only the third day of this school year, but it doesn’t. I couldn’t care less.
At the time I enter the school, there’s literally nobody in the hallway. I figured it would be easier to straight pass by the principal’s office, because if I didn’t they would send me to his office anyway.
“Samantha.” Mr. Rogers greeted me after I knocked on the door. “Late again, I see” he looked up from his computer screen and gave me a friendly grin.
“Sorry.” I tried to sound sincere, but he knew me longer than today. It’s pretty awkward to sit here again, because Mr. Rogers is the husband of my aunt and I see him quite more often than I wanted to.
“What’s your excuse, Sam?” He leaned back in his chair and focused his attention fully on me.
“Zayn promised me to pick me up, but he clearly didn’t so I had to walk all the way to school.” He cocked his eyebrow, looked out of his window for at least two minutes straight what made me very uncomfortable, because I didn’t know what to do.
“I saw him in school earlier, he must have forgotten. You know I can always drive you to school, I don’t live-“
“No, thank you.” I chuckled at the thought of people seeing me step out of the principals car. Not that I have so much reputation that I can ruin, most people on this school don’t even know I exist.
“You can go. Or you can wait a second, it’s almost lunch break” He clicked on something on his computer, so his attention wasn’t on me anymore.
I grabbed my backpack, threw it over my shoulder and left without saying anything else. Just when I closed the door, the sound of the school bell made me want to rip my ears out because the sound was so loud. Not five minutes later Zayn walked out of the room and as soon as he saw me his face dropped.
“Shit, Sam. I totally forgot” his lower lip disappeared between his teeth and a frustrated frown was hanging all over his face.
“It’s okay.” I sighed, walking next to him as we both walked in silence to the canteen. “What did I miss?” I asked when I plopped down on one of the uncomfortable seats.
“The school is participating with some kind of experiment, almost the entire world is in for the project.” I looked up to see Perrie, his girlfriend sitting down next to him and giving me a small ‘hallo’.
“What’s it about?” I ask, after smiling at Perrie and drinking some water.
“I don’t really know yet, but we have to fill in some questions tomorrow. One student from this entire school needs to participate with the experiment. Oh yea, almost forgot. You have to let this fill in by your parents by tomorrow.” He handed me a big brown envelope. I took it from his hands and looked at the brown thick package in my hand.
“Whoa, what’s this all about?” I asked again, knowing he wouldn’t be able to respond my question.
“Someone told me it’s something really, really big” Perrie looked down at my hands, that were stroking over the package.
“I just hope I am not the one who’s being picked out” I sighed, resting my forehead on my folded hands on the table.
“the odds are not in your favour then, only our class and four others can fill in such an application.” His grin doubled as he saw my face.
“You have to be kidding me? Is it an obligation?” Perrie nodded and waved at Leigh-Anne who turned to us and sat down beside me.
“Do you have to fill in an application tomorrow?” I asked her.
“Don’t make such a big deal out of it, Sam. You don’t even know what it’s going to be. Maybe it’s a small thing. Don’t worry about it.” Zayn smiled.
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“My dear students, the day of information about the biggest experiment has come. I mentioned it yesterday already, but some of us rather wanted to stay in bed than to attend my classes.” His glance wandered to me and deep shade of red covered my cheeks as everyone started to laugh. “I’m giving you the application, and I recommend you to fill it in with a lot of concern and I beg you to take this with all seriousness because, again I want you to realize, this is the biggest project the entire world is trying to do. We, the small country we are, along with at least fifty other countries have agreed to participate. And in our country, Belgium, there are five schools participating. That means, ladies and gentleman, that the odd that you are the elect is very small. But I, as the teacher of your school really want someone of us to be that one.” I gave Zayn a relieved smile that the odds of me going are very small. He looked gladly back at me. “I am giving you the application right now and if there are questions you raise your hand and I’ll come to your bench. I don’t want to hear one word.”
A kid on the last bench raised his hand. The teacher nodded to him that he could speak. “What if we don’t want to participate?”
“All of your parents have agreed for you so you can blame your parents.” The teacher grinned almost evilly.
I sighed before looking down at the paper. It started easy.
Name: Samantha F. Miller
Country: Belgium
School: Gymnasium of Antwerp
Age: Sixteen
Date of Birth: February 5th 1997
Family situation: Parents are divorced, I spend my time equally with the both of them. Father is British and my mother is Belgian.
Brothers/Sisters: One brother, Nick (15). One Sister, Anna (21)
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: none
Knowledge of languages: Dutch, English, German, French, and I speak Spanish with the mother of my mother because she’s from Spain.
Hobbies: reading, internet, Karate, drawing. I love to walk and run.
You hate: feelings
You love: books and TV shows
Interested about the environment? (why?): I’m not really busy doing research about the environment so I guess not. I do care about how we’re messing up the earth, but I think if we’re actually wanting to improve it, we will mess up anyway. Because people are failures.
Thank you for answering our questions, on the next page you’ll find some information about the project we’re doing all around the world. Please read carefully.
Environment project 2013
Hello,
We want you, as world ruler from the future, to help our project to save the planet. We know it’s a big experiment and we are glad your school decided to join with us.
From each country there will be one girl or guy around the age of 16/17/18 to come to a deserted island along with other fifty (maybe more when you read this) to survive with only your peers all around the globe. I don’t want to spill everything yet, because the odds of you becoming the one person is very small. You have to keep in mind that the chance still exists though.
We can’t give you any information about the reason behind the project, but we want to make clear that everything is worth it, otherwise we wouldn’t have so many people to join our project. We thank your parents for their collaboration, and maybe we see you in a month. Thank you for filling in the little questions.
That was it, everyone was still writing down everything, but I clearly didn’t want to spend my youth on a deserted island, so I think I did a pretty good job to filling in the questions very badly. There is no chance they will choose me all out of the good answers they will probably read. I looked behind me and Leigh- Anne was already writing on the back page. I sighed and handed in my application.
“Can I go to the loo?” I asked the teacher.
“Sure, are you sure you finished?”
“Absolutely.”
a/n : I know Zayn doesn't live in Belgium , but I had no other choice... it would become clear if you keep reading. If you enjoyed this chapter could you PLEASE vote for my story? Thank you! x

Notes

Should I continue or just delete it already?