Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

I have never been good in dealing with my feelings. I always collect them inside of my body and when it’s too much I just break some stuff. But now, things were different. It started raining, and I still hadn’t moved one step. Harry was long gone and it looked like my heart was imploding from the sadness of him leaving me. I knew for sure I had a reason not to love or give my heart to someone. But Harry kept promising me everything would be better if I gave myself to him, he promised me he would ‘protect’ me from this feeling. But instead, he made it far worse than I’d ever expected to be possible. My hair started sticking to the sides of my face and it felt good, it felt like it were my tears on my cheeks, as if I could cry those feelings away. But again, it was false hope.
My feet started to move in the direction of my wide open front door. And when I stepped I’ve never felt less at home than that very moment.
“Sam” Zayn appeared from my living room. “I didn’t know the guy I swear.” I kept walking pretending not to hear him. “Sam, I promise” I turned around.
“I don’t need any more promises.” He tried to say something but I cut him off. “You lived in England for a while right? Your family still does. Why did you move?” Every time I tried to talk to him about his past he changed the subject and I was so done with his shit.
“I haven’t done anything to Harry , I swear”
“How the fuck do you know his name then, Zayn”
“You couldn’t shut up about him, plus you called him by his name several times earlier” He lowered his voice, afraid to awake my rage.
“I am done with your secrets” I jogged upstairs, forgetting I ever loved him or ever cared about him whatsoever.
“Let me explain” He called after me.
“I am fucking done with your lies and secrets and everything related to your life, Zayn. Leave me alone!” My throat started to hurt from all the yelling, I crashed in my bed and prayed to whoever listening that I could cry. But nothing was coming. I stared at the ceiling for endless minutes and not once did my thoughts leave me alone. At one point there were fists roughly knocking on my door and again I prayed it would be Harry, but instead my father appeared in my room.
“Sam”
“I don’t want to hear it”
“Sam”
“Leave me alone”
“But-“
“No, fucking leave my room”
“That’s not how you treat your father“
“Selling you child for an experiment is not how you treat your child”
“But Sam, just-“
“Get the fuck out”
I heard the door close and his footsteps on the stairs. I took my pillow and groaned in it, I hadn’t even put it back before my mum opened my door without knocking.
“Sweetie, your school called and is willing to let you do examinations and giving your diploma if you didn’t fail them. Isn’t-“
“Are you serious? I have been gone for several days, because you basically asked me for it. I think it’s my birthday today and nobody even wished me a happy birthday and I don’t even want to-“
“Your birthday was yesterday, honey”
“Oh, great.” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. I used to adore my birthday but I haven’t been counting the days since forever. Anyway I was glad today wasn’t my birthday, but yesterday because I had a nice day yesterday and today was total shit.
“So what do you think?”
“I think that you should go away”
It took me four days to realise I didn’t want to live in this hous anymore. So I just packed some clothes in a bag and left the house. My parents were driving me crazy and I just couldn’t find any rest. I could only go to one person and so i did. Ringing the doorbell.
“Sam! Jesus, come here so that I can give you a hug. Look at you, you’re still alive and you look amazing.” My grandmother lied because there were black circles around my eyes and there was nothing absolutely nothing amazing on the way I felt or looked. My grandmother was even worse, she could barely hold her arms around my body.
“Hey grams, how are you doing?”
“Absolutely wonderful. You want some tea or cookies?” She opened the door and let me in. I made tea for the both of us and we talked for hours about how she didn’t have contact with my parents anymore because of me. Eventually she fell asleep on the sofa and it broke my heart to see how it took her even effort to breath. I knew she wouldn’t mind if I watched some television so I put the television on. It was halfway during the movie when the doorbell rang. I looked at my grams but she was still asleep and I didn’t dare to wake her up. So, I muted the television and opened the front door.
“Oh, hi” I couldn’t move. Here he was, his curls dripping and clutching on his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry” his voice broke and he stood there heartbroken eyes bloodshot and glossy even lifelessly. “I just” I opened the door for him to let him in.
“Sam? Who’s there?” I heard my grams ask faintly.
“Be right back.” I said to Harry and went to my grandmother. “Hey grams, uhm my friend from England is here. Do you mind if I let him in? He’s got nowhere else to go and I really-“
“Love him?” I didn’t answer. “I can see the way your eyes sparkle. Of course he can come in. Can you first help me upstairs? It’s getting late and I’m feeling tired. Besides, if I’m upstairs the two of you can catch up.”
“Of course, thank you so much grams.” She just shot me a friendly, tired smile and I helped her upstairs. It took me a few minutes but when I came back to the hallway, Harry was still standing there looking at his feet. His head shot up and looked right at me.
“Sam” He wanted to start explaining but I walked to him and buried my face in his wet chest. I felt how he relaxed and hugged me back, resting his chin on my head and caressing my back the way he used to. I really wanted to hear what he got to say to explain himself, but on the other hand I was beyond afraid what he got to say, what Zayn had done to him because his hatred was pure and deep. And I know what a lovely person Harry is, especially to strangers.
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