Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 20: Marvellous
It took us over 2 hours to end up in this plane. Harry looked absolutely exhausted, and his red nose made him look even cuter. The plane was barely half full, only a few men in suit and fancy women with too much perfume on them were boarding in. Everyone’s eyes were on us, and to my surprise, it didn’t scare me off.
“Are you nervous?” Harry took my hand and placed it in between his ice cold other one and brought them to his lap.
“No, you’re with me right?” I smiled at him and he returned the smile before closing his eyes and resting his head on my shoulder. I pitied him, I know he was pretending to be okay, but I can see that he’s really in a lot of pain. But I didn’t want to tell him that, because I was awfully selfish to be happy about him coming with me to my home.
“I’m cold” He mumbled, brining my entire arm towards his chin to hug it closer.
“I’m sorry, Harry” He mumbled a ‘it’s fine, I’m okay’ as i kept staring to a not particular spot in the distance. There was a lot going on in my head, and the closer we came to home, the more I thought my head was going to explode. I used to adore unanswered questions, it was my favourite thing to do. Trying to come up with answers to questions like ‘what are we’? , ‘why are we here’?, ‘what happens to us after we die?’ , ‘what is death anyway?’ I adored them, but there is not a single thing that I loath more than the new unanswered questions they put in my brain. Because other people new the answer and I have always been the jealous type.
“Hazz?” I poked his shoulder and he groaned softly. “I know we haven’t talked about this, but I really want to know.” He lifted his head from my shoulder to look into my eyes. “Do you know the reason we were locked on the island? It has been haunting me for the past few weeks. Well, months actually.”
“No, I have been breaking my head over it as well. But it doesn’t make sense.” He is right, nothing makes sense. Why my parents suddenly took their job over their own children, why my best friend doesn’t seem to care about me anymore, how we have been locked up on an island. How we came back earlier than planned. They told us six months it has been barely 2 months. -not that I'm complaing or anything, it's just odd- everything is so weird and there’s no logic in all of it. “Don’t worry for a minute, Sam” He kissed my jawline before snuggling his head back against my neck. “Sometimes, you just have to let go” He mumbled again. But I was not like that, I am me and I really wanted to know why I have been starving for months or it doesn’t even matter how long. And I was dying to know what ruined my relationship with Zayn.
“Are you feeling better?” I asked him while waiting for our luggage.
“Yea, I feel much better, thanks.” He was lying. He was wearing sunglasses because of the black circles around his eyes, he looked horrible and I hated that he didn’t want me to take care of him. I turned around and stood before him, tiptoeing to kiss his lips softly. He didn’t even kiss me back, he just let his head rest on my shoulder and sighed out. “Everything feels so heavy” he was actually almost crying. it killed me.
“Just take the damn painkiller already”
“No” I snorted, but let him take my waist anyway. “I don’t do painkillers” He pulled me closer.
“You don’t have to do painkillers, Harry” He chuckled tiredly.
“You know what I mean”
“I could of showed you around, but you’re just to damn stubborn” I rested my hand in his curls and he just sighed.
“I’m sorry, Sam”
“It’s okay” Everyone around us was already gone and only our luggage was still on the conveyor belt. I took it and Harry just walked behind me like a zombie. He took his own bag from my shoulder and took my hand with his other hand.
“Ready to face your parents?” He asked me. I was not, I was definitely not. I didn’t even know what to say to them.
“It will be okay, they have to apologise to you, not the other way around” Harry told me as we were waiting to knock on our front door. To my surprise, Zayn opened the door. My parents hated him, they detested everything about him, and now he was opening my front door. I felt Harry’s grip around my hand tighten. I turned my face to see his face covered in pure hatred.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Harry’s voice came out like he was pointing a gun at Zayn’s face. I looked back at Zayn and saying he was shocked was definitely an understatement.
“What’s going on?” I asked looking back and fort to the both guys I loved, both in a different way.
“Having fun screwing her mother too? Ruining her life too?” Harry let go of my hand and stepped closer to Zayn.
“What?” I asked, but they both ignored me. Zayn’s face softened and didn’t even flinch when Harry’s fists clenched around his shirt.
“Man, look I told you I was sorry. It never meant to-“
“It fucking did, you fucking planned it. You took everything” Harry’s voice was raw it even scared me.
“How do you guys know each other?” again no answer, not even a reaction except for Harry’s fist on Zayn’s jaw.
“Okay” Zayn brought his hand to his cheek and coughed.
“Harry!” I tried to take him away from here but he didn’t even react to my words, or to my arms pulling him in my direction.
“You two are friends?” He finally looked in my direction.
“Yea? I told you about him?” He laughed and shook his head looking at the ground.
“You gotta be kidding me” his laugh was dry and terrifying. “I don’t have time for this shit” He took his back from the ground and walked away.
“Harry” I ran after him but he turned around and broke my heart instead.
“No, you stay the fuck away from me, I don’t wanna see you anymore.”
“You don’t have anywhere to go” I said quietly, he turned back around and I stepped behind.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I thought you loved me.”
“You mean nothing to me” My sadness was so deep that not even my tears dared to come. I looked how Harry walked away and how my front door was wide open with nobody standing there to welcome me home.
How did my life become such a mess?
HEY GUESS WHO’S BACK? Well not me, haha

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