Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

Harry was asleep, head on my shoulder and the grip around my waist loosening every minute a little more due his dreaming. I, on the other hand, was staring out of the little plane window trying to take everything in he told me. I was nervously biting on my nails and my heart was almost pounding out of my chest. So, apparently my best friend had been the reason for the destruction of the life of the guy I love. I really don’t want to believe it but the tears in Harry’s eyes and the heavy breaths didn’t leave me any other choice. The words kept re-echoing in my head.
“So, uhm. Well it started when Liam invited us for a small get together. Just the guys, you know” I remember how I nodded and his eyes screamed for help. “So it was just us, Louis, Liam and I before the doorbell rang and this totally stranger walked in. Li told us his name was Zayn and he invited him. At first I really thought he was a nice guy. We actually spend a lot of time together. Until I found out he was blackmailing my mother and forcing her to fuck him.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and looked at the way his shoulders fell. I placed my hands on both sides of his cheeks and tilted his head, looking straight into pure agony of remembrance, I gave him butterfly kisses all over his face and only stopped when I felt him relax.
“I love you, Harry” I said before kissing his lips. My heart stopped when he let our a heartbreaking sob.
“Zayn found out that my mum had an affair with Robin, he knew my dad and mum had issues and my dad was seeing some other chick too. But they didn’t know it from each other. Plus my mum really had some issues at work. So he used it all against her. Of course eventually my dad found out about Zayn and mum, he started throwing things and became absolutely mad. He left and I haven’t seen him since.” he took a breath “I can’t believe he slept with my mum.” I could barely understand the mumbling he did but it still shattered my heart. “So, my mum didn’t have anything to fear anymore she thought. But how wrong she was.” he let out a dry chuckle and I took his hand and and brought it in my lap to draw soothing circles on his palm. “Zayn told my mum if she stopped he’d take Gemma” Every word that came out of his mouth was like a dagger in my heart. This was Zayn he was talking about, the guy that had been there for me when no one else was.
“Stop” I whispered shaking my head.
“She send us to our aunt, you know, Jessie. And killed herself, not soon after her death, he left.”
“Stop” I repeated. “Harry, stop” I couldn’t bare it. Soon he was holding me and whispering soothing words I couldn’t understand in my ear, instead of I comforting him. “I don’t want to hear any more” I mumbled against his chest.
“Okay” He whispered back and kissed my forehead before burying his teary face in the crook of my neck.
That’s how we ended in this position, I moved my hand to his curls and a content sigh left his plump, rosy lips. I let my cheek fall on his head and closed my eyes, praying my life was just one big, horrible joke.
“wake up” his groggy voice woke me up whilst he poked his finger in my cheek.
“Carry me” I whined in his chest. His chest vibrated from his laugh. And I involuntarily smiled.
“Aight then. Just because it’s you though”
“Don’t forget my bag” I mumbled lazily, still not opening my eyes. When I finally did, my heart stopped for a moment when I saw his bloodshot eyes, he looked exhausted and there was no smile on his lips. I swallowed and he looked down at me forcing a little smile. I pressed my lips on his collarbone and his fake smile turned into a real one.
“Let’s not talk about it today” I felt his heartbeat increasing but he nodded anyway. I tugged at his arm and he let me stand on my feet, put pulled me closer against his chest anyway. He bended his head to kiss the top of my head as we walked out of the airport.
“Thanks for coming with me, I really needed you” He whispered after a long silence.
The journey to Holmes Chapel was long and exhausting. Harry was basically draped over my lap the entire time, forcing me to massage his scalpel. He’s sometimes more a girl than I am.
“Hazz, we’re here”
“Really?” he groaned out in frustration.
“Yep, so sit straight”
“Don’t be so sassy” he slapped my arm.
“C’mon” I laughed. Fifteen minutes later we were standing on his front door, while Harry was searching for his key, but before he could open the door it flew open.
Saying I was shocked was an understatement.
“What. the fuck. are. you doing in my house?” Harry’s mouth was wide open.
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Sorry it's extremely short!

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