Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

I’ve been flying seven times back and forth to different countries, and it would only be one month until my death. I don’t know if I have to take myself serious or not, I mean I still don’t really fully understand what I am supposed to do there. But I will die in my head, I will die from loneliness and I have absolutely no special skills or anything so I will probably starve. This is not fair you know?
I hate the world.
There is a soft knock on my door, and I started to smile spontaneously because I really thought it would be Zayn. Instead my mother’s face appeared from behind the door.
“Honey, we really need to go see the doctor. We have an appointment in seven minutes.” I had to go see a doctor, not only for the last medical tests, but also they’re giving me something to stop my period for a few months. It’s going to be or surgery or I have to take a lot of pills.
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“Three hours” I breathed out. I’ve been walking on this planet like a zombie, literally. Most people would party the hell out of their selves, but I just couldn’t.
“You’re going to be alright. I promise” I scoot closer to Zayn and bury my face in his chest. I feel his breath against my hair as he sighs a few times. “I’m going to miss you so much” his voice barely a whisper. His arms tighten around me and his heartbeat increases at least with twenty pounds per minute. I turned my head in the direction of the television and tried to focus on the movie that was playing on the big screen.
“We need to go in fifteen minutes.” Nick, my younger brother, said softly. I looked up and saw him standing against the doorframe glancing at his shoes. Sadness all over his face. “I’m sorry” he whispered just before he turned around and let us alone again.
“Are you ready?” I asked Zayn as I broke free from his embrace. He only shook his head, stood up and gestured his hand in my direction to pull me straight. I ran upstairs one last time and the presence of Zayn’s warmth never left my side.
“I wish I could fall dead right here, right now” I confessed and Zayn didn’t answer me. He knew how much trouble I had with life, he knew about my struggle.
“It’s going to be okay. It’s only a few months. You’ll be back before you know it.”
“If I get back” I sighed another time.
“Samantha, we have to go.” My mum yelled from downstairs. I knocked softly on my sisters door.
“What?” she snapped when she saw me standing in the doorway.
“I just wanted to say goodbye” I don’t know why she hated me, but she did.
“Okay” she answered and then turned her attention to her computer screen again. My face fell and for once I really hoped she would forget all her hatred against me and came with us to say goodbye. Zayn saw my facial expression and he took my hand in a friendly way to reassure me that everything will be okay.
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“Belgium?” A guy in a grey suit asked us. When my mother nodded, he looked at me and mouthed the number ‘22’ to another guy in suit. It’s crazy actually that I’m just a word, a number not even a name. I’m an object for them, an object for their fucking hell project. “Leave your bag behind and you can go to the room behind the black door. You have two minutes” The voice was harsh and it made me want to throw up. My mum gave me a hug, and her teary face made my cheeks go wet as well. Then my brother and father they was not crying but it looked like they would burst out any second.
“I’m sorry, sweety” My mum kept repeating. Why? Why is she sorry? Zayn took my hand and pulled him in his familiar embrace. I wanted to walk away without saying anything to any of them anymore because it would be too painful, but suddenly Zayn took my cheeks and placed a soft kiss on my lips, just a quick peck like he would peck my cheek like he did countless times.
I couldn’t be more confused as I walked in trance to the black door. Already around thirty guys and girls were in the room, a few talking to one another, a few just sitting on a chair and even a few crying as they were staring in the distance. When I closed the door every single face turned in my direction and that was enough to awake me from my trance. I gave them all a small smile as I was planning to sit down and cry. I took a seat next to a blonde guy with crystal blue eyes and an adorable crooked smile.
“Niall. Ireland.” He greeted me.
“Sam. Belgium.” I couldn’t not smile at his adorable behaviour.
“Fuck. I’m so glad there’s someone attractive who can speak my language properly.” I let out a small chuckle to cover my burning cheeks, caused by his compliment. “It’s crazy isn’t it?” I nodded and let a deep breath escape my mouth. “Do you want to eat something? I still have a bag of chips and I want to share it with you. Maybe the last time we’re eating something decent.” My heart literally fluttered at his words from both anxiety and honour.
“Really? Whoa, why are you so friendly?” I eyed his up and down and I noticed his burning cheeks and the smile that looked like it would never leave his pink lips.
“I’m usually not actually but I guess we’re stuck with each other. It may help to have some friends around.” The words were just falling out of his mouth and I had difficulties to understand his rambling , especially with his accent.
“True, well thank you so much, Niall.” I was a little uncomfortable with ‘my new friend’, but I decided it may really be for the best. He opened the bag and handed it to me. I mouthed another quiet ‘thank you’ and he just smiled back.
“Everyone’s here. I suppose. I’m going to read your name and I’m going to give you a number. Can you please stand in a queue, number one’s going to stand here number fifty is going to stand right over here.” The same man in the black suit yelled until everyone was silent. Niall glanced over at me and I did the same, giving him a scared smile.
“Don’t be afraid, we’re going to be fine” Niall whispered.
“I hope so” I sighed one more time.
The guy started to shout some names and numbers, I didn’t really pay attention until I heard my name. “Samantha Miller. 22. Lucas Bosch. 23. Niall Horan. 24,..”
I stood up and stood behind a shy girl, looking at her feet with dark brown curly hair, that I could only be jealous of.
“So, Samantha?” I turned around and looked at a tall muscular dark blond guy, I think the Lucas guy.
“Lucas? You can call me Sam, I don’t really like Samantha.” I smiled, looking into his green-gray eyes.
“Okay, hello Sam. So, I am from the Netherlands. You’re from Belgium? So, do you speak Dutch?” He asked friendly. And suddenly everything was so much easier.
“Yea, gosh. I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t think I’d survive only speaking English or French the entire time. It’s nice I can speak Dutch with someone” I said excitedly in Dutch. He chuckled at my enthusiasm and nodded. We ended up talking to one another and I saw Niall talking to a guy with curly brown hair, emerald green eyes and adorable dimples in his cheeks whenever he laughed. Besides his entire teddy appearance, he was covered in tattoos.
“I’m sorry 22, you can’t bring this with you, you have to take it off.” A guy at security check said to me, pointing at my belt.
“Are you serious? This is a joke I hope. Are you really sending me to an island without a belt, really? As if this isn’t bad enough, I have to hold my own pants the entire time for making sure they won’t fall off?” I was beyond pissed, this guy could go to hell and I hope Satan wouldn’t be too sweet for him.
“Sorry, can’t do anything about it.” He answered casually, almost smirking at me. I hear Lucas chuckling behind me and it made everything even worse.
“I hope you find this still funny when you’re in hell” I said to him but I meant to say it to Lucas as well.
“I’m this shit already so sick” I groaned between my gritted teeth when I sat down in one of the comfortable plane seats .
“It’s going to be fine. I’ll make sure, you won’t kill anyone” he patted my knee gently and I burst out in a fit of laughter.
“Wait, why am I even laughing? This is not funny at all.” He smirked at my own confusion and closed his eyes.
A few minutes later his breathing became heavier and a cute snoring left his mouth.
“Psst, Sam.” I heard from behind me.
“Yea?” I turned around and was Niall’s usual face expression. Small smile hanging naturally on his lips, eyes full of life and a cute blush on his cheeks.
“Help me out here. I really want to talk to this girl but she can’t speak English and Harry here” he pointed at the curly haired boy, he talked to earlier, sleeping beside him “Is asleep, so I’m bored.”
“Well erhm , what do you want me to do?” I asked confused.
“I don’t know talk to me” his smile widened and I just rolled my eyes. I looked at the girl on the other side of Niall and smiled at her.
“Where are you from?” I asked her first in English, then in French and then in Spanish. She must know any of those languages.
“France.” Her eyes lit up when I asked her in French.
“Well, this asshole here, thinks you’re cute.” I said in French.
“What did you just say?” Niall asked me when he saw the girl looking at him and blushing extremely hard.
“I told her you think she’s cute, the truth. I saw the way you looked at her, Niall” I smiled and made myself comfortable in my seat again. I closed my eyes and thought back at my goodbye with Zayn.
What the hell was he thinking?
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Notes

Heyyy! Should I continue or just stop already? haha