Prisoner (Harry Styles AU)

“Gosh I wish I could brush my teeth” I complained leaning a little against Sophie’s shoulder because I just encountered the weather on this island is everything but nice to us. At night it’s literally freezing but around noon it’s so hot it’s almost suffocating. And not only I encountered it but every single soul on this island, that’s why everyone joined us around the fire, so we had to make our circle bigger. That would be the reason I am too far away from the fire now.
“Hey! Did you just mention you really want to brush your teeth?” A girl, who looked older than eighteen with dark brown straight hair, and brown eyes asked me.
“Uh, yea..” She stood up and sat in between me and Niall.
“Well, the unpleasant taste in your mouth will disappear if you nibble on this stick.” She handed me a stick, that just looked like a branch. I was a little suspicious, maybe she’d just give it to me to make fun of me later or for everyone here.
“Let me see” Sophie whispered while yanking the stick out of my hands. “Yea, she’s right.” Sophie reassured me after inspecting the object.
“Well, thank you so much! You’re like my hero now.” I smiled friendly. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Rosalinda Martínez from Spain, but everyone seems to hate me here since my country made up the entire project.” She sighed and looked really sad for a second.
“Oh so Spain did.” I stated softly, staring into the distance for a moment while thinking of home.
“Oh Jeez, fuck, you didn’t know? Ah damn, I should keep my fucking mouth shut.” I laughed at her cursing and lightly shook my head.
“Every country agreed on participating, so it’s their country’s fault. Not Spain.”
“Yea, but they say ‘hate the game, not the players.’”
“Well! Go yell in their faces and tell them they’re being ridiculous because they’re contradicting their selves! If you’re supposed to hate the game, hate the fucking inventor and not you, Rosalinda, this is fucking ridiculous. You’re as innocent as everyone here.” I was beyond furious and my fists were shaking in my lap.
“Calm down” Sophie said softly.
“No, I won’t fucking calm down, this is bloody outrageous!” Sophie looked horrified and Lucas found this a little too amusing for my liking, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stand people who thought they were better than the others and I just wanted to hit someone in the nuts.
“Sam! Calm down!” I heard Niall yell panicked. I tried to control my shaking fists by clenching it around my sweater, just like Niall had done a few hours before. But I couldn’t because I was so pissed, until I felt a hand on my shoulder, but it was weird, because earlier I just knocked Sophie’s hand away from my shoulder. But now I didn’t, I calmed down and it felt like the fire in my eyes was extinguishing within seconds. I took a breath, looked up at the person who owned the magic hand and stayed silent for at least five minutes. Harry finally let go of my shoulder and sat down next to Niall again without saying a word.
“I’m sorry” I whispered embarrassed.
“I’d love to see you kick someone’s ass” Lucas broke the uncomfortable silence. Everyone, including me started to laugh.
“Maybe I’ll kick your ass sometime” I played along.
“I’d love to see that” Harry agreed.
“Well, anyways thank you for defending me.” Rosalinda chuckled, and I blushed. “You should meet Paulo, he looks a lot like you.” I looked at Harry and his forehead was frowned and he was looking into the distance. It almost broke my heart to see him like this, and I didn’t even know him. His eyes met mine and a cold shiver travelled down my spine by looking into his eyes. He smiled adorably before breaking the eye contact and looking at his intertwined fingers.
“Paulo!” Rosalinda’s loud voice shook me awake and made me look away from Harry. My eyes met a short guy with dark spiky hair.
“Hello, I’m Sam” I introduced myself. The guy smiled and I was literally blown away, his smile made me melt. He was not very attractive, but his smile could end wars, I’m not even joking.
“I’m Paulo obviously” he chuckled and sat right in front of me, with his back turned to the fire. “So, how are you doing, Sam?” We ended up talking about partying, well I was listening and he was talking. The main reason was that I had no experience with partying or drinking, the other reason was always the same of course: I don’t like to talk about myself.
I felt Harry’s eyes resting on my face but I didn’t dare to look back at him so I just focused on Paulo’s, Rosalinda’s or Sophie’s face whenever they spoke.
“I’m going to try to sleep.” Sophie explained when we looked strangely at her when she let her back fall on the sand.
“Great idea” Rosalinda agreed and laid down too. I looked around and at least 25 people were already laying down, fast asleep. I let myself fall on my back with a deep sigh and after a few minutes of just breathing, looking at the stars and wondering what the time would be, I turned myself to my side. I wanted to close my eyes, but again I saw Harry’s eyes staring at me.
“Hi” I whispered, a little shyly.
“I’m sorry” he wandered his eyes from my face to his hands in his lap, once again. I don’t know if I could call it beautiful, but I thought it was beautiful how much he fascinated me. It was also painful, not being able to figure out who he was. Was he the cheeky boy telling pervert jokes, or was he the dorky kind of guy who stumbled over his own damn feet, or was he this shy guy being afraid to look at me? It was beautiful, it was painful and it was scary that I couldn’t figure this stranger out.
“Why are you staring at me?” I dared to ask after a huge fight between my head and my shame. He took a deep breath before answering, still boring his eyes in mine.
“I can’t stop thinking about why you only calmed down when I tried.” He furrowed his forehead and focused on a spot behind me.
“Oh” What was I thinking? He wouldn’t look at me because I was beautiful, because I wasn’t. I’ve never been called beautiful only by Zayn, but he’s my best friend so it doesn’t count.
“It frustrates me” he sighed out, and his voice sounded sad. It was heartbreaking to see his face like that, troubled and staring into the distance. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe, but there was something blocking my entrance for oxygen. When I opened my eyes again after a long amount of heartbeats, Harry was no longer sitting straight, nor was anyone else.
“Niall, are you awake?” I poked the guy’s ribs and the only thing I got in return was a soft groan. Great.
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“Sam” I heard Sophie whispering in my ear.
“Shut the fuck up” I groaned in response.
“Let me handle this” I heard Lucas’ voice.
“I’m awake!” I shot straight, not even wanting to know what his plan was in the first place.
“Great” he chuckles. “Noah, gave everyone work. You, Niall and Sophie are going to find fruit and vegetables. ONLY the kinds you guys have eaten before.” Lucas warned me.
“Pass me my toothbrush, please” I nodded at the stick.
“Take this seriously, please. I don’t want to starve” he said seriously before throwing the stick in my direction.
“Aye, Captain” I joked, and he only rolled his eyes.
“Do you think this would be enough?” Sophie asked.
“I think we’d have enough hours ago if Niall wouldn’t accompany us. I shot a dead glare at the cheeky boy smiling innocently.
“C’mon Sam, without me there wouldn’t be half so much fun” I laughed, knowing he was absolutely right. He made me laugh with every word that came out of his mouth.
“How are we going to carry this?” Sophie asked, looking at the a mountain of fruit and vegetables at our feet.
“Niall, take off your shirt.” Niall did what I asked without asking anything. I took the shirt from him and tried to use the shirt as a sort of bag.
“I’ll carry this, while you carry the remainder?” We started walking towards the beach, in silence with an occasional remark or whine from Niall, what made Sophie and I laugh.
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“Oh my god, what happened?” I asked, rushing towards the two guys, not even caring about Niall’s shirt falling on the ground and spilling all the vegetables and fruit on the sand. “Are you okay?”
“Please, this little scratch?” Lucas said and walked away, not giving a shit about us arriving.
“Are you okay?” I found myself lost in Harry’s eyes once again. “What have you been doing?” I asked him , because he didn’t answer.
“Nothing, Sam. I’m okay” he forced a little smile and I couldn’t ignore his dimples.
“Are you sure? Do we have water? I’m dried out.” I sighed, looking at the big cut covering the space above his eyebrow.
“Yea, Leoni, the slender, tall girl over there has got water.” I rushed over to the girl and asked for some water. She handed me a coconut filled with fresh, clean, cold water.
“Thanks a lot” I smiled and rushed back to Harry. I sipped from the coconut once.
“Take this from me for a second, please.” I asked Harry. I took off my shirt and I don’t know what I’m doing is a little weird until I see Harry’s eyes widen. I ignore him and dip my shirt in the coconut.
“Stand still” I commanded. I reach out my hand to dip my soaking shirt against his wound. He stiffened for a moment, but after clenching his teeth upon each other he calmed down and his breathing became regular again.
“Thank you” He whispered, almost scared to do something wrong, when I let my arm fall against my side again.
“Now take off your shirt.” He stiffened again. “Please” I chuckled, covering my body with my arms.
“Oh, yea sure.” He chuckled unbuttoning his shirt and handing it to me.
“Thanks, I’ll give it back when my shirt is dry” I said, walking away from him while buttoning his button up shirt.
Harry POV
I’ve been trying to get to sleep for hours, but nothing seems to work. I stand up and look for her. I’ll always look for her.
“Sam” I softly stroke my hand over her bare arm.
“Harry” her voice whispered when her eyes meet mine. She looked so broken right now, instead of her strong self when the sun is shining down on her.
“I’m cold.” I whisper again, kneeling down on her side. She rubs her hands over her eyes before opening her mouth again.
“I can’t make a fire, Harry. Maybe you could ask Sophie? She’s pretty good with this stuff” She rolled over again and hugs her own body. I waited a few seconds before speaking again.
“The French girl?” I knew damn well who Sophie was, the girl who’s with her all the time. “She doesn’t speak a word English” I pout “Couldn’t we just cuddle? I promise it wouldn’t make things uncomfortable between us, I just can’t sleep.” I pout again, and wait anxiously for her answer.
“Fine” she sighs “but no inappropriate touching” I smirked and lay down behind her, wrapping my arm around her warm body. I pull her a little closer against my chest and wait for my heartbeat to stop increasing with speed. I close my eyes and snuggle my head in the crook of her neck.
She let out an adorable giggle the moment my nose touched her neck.
“Harry” she giggled. “Don’t touch my neck, it’s like over sensitive” great, now I can’t stop imagining kissing her neck whenever I close my eyes.
“I can’t sleep” she sighed after what seemed like ages. She rolled over and faced me.
“Tell me something about yourself.” I spoke out the deepest of my desires without thinking about it.
“Well uh” she seemed like she was caught off guard. “Uh, I really like poetry” she confessed with her eyes closed, slightly smiling and I couldn’t be more overwhelmed by this simple gesture. I could feel my heart speed up, but I didn’t care.
“Like the rhyming stuff?” I chuckled, teasing her. She stuck out her tongue and shook her head.
“No, poetry isn’t always rhyme, Harry” She scoot a little closer to my body and I was scared my body would explode from warmth now. “Poetry are words that touch something that your hands can’t.” she closed her eyes again and rested her head on my biceps. She was beyond adorable.
“Like quotes?”
“I adore quotes.” I felt her smile against my arm. “Do you know any quotes by heart?”
“Yea I do, actually.” I confessed.
“What’s your favourite?” she mumbled, almost asleep.
“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.” I smiled, a little proud I remembered it.
“William Purkey” she murmured.
“What?”
“The author of the quote” I was absolutely stunned.
“What’s your favourite?” She sighed.
“I can’t answer on that one, Harry.”
“Who’s your favourite author?” I tried.
“Christopher Poindexter. I adore him.”
“What’s your favourite from his works?”
“It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.”
“Hopeless romantic, huh?” I teased poking her cheek and chuckling lightly.
“No, you don’t know me, Harry” the truth from her words almost killed me, she was right. She was so right and it devastated me. “I don’t do boyfriends” the sadness in her voice, made me wonder who broke her heart. Suddenly I was so scared to fall in love with her, not because she’s afraid of love herself. I’ve never really been afraid of love, or to love. Actually to be honest, I’ve never loved anyone before. But now I was terrified to love her. She was so stunning and she already made me a prisoner of her mind, she made me admire her mind like there was nothing else in the world, and she didn’t even notice it. But I was a prisoner of her mind, she carried things inside of her nobody could understand, and it felt like it was my duty to understand her mind, like I was a scientist discovering something new. I was so scared I would not succeed, like whoever made her decide love was something bad. She was the manual for my life, and I was the reader but I didn’t understand the words, but there wasn’t another choice. I had to figure out how to read the manual, and I was scared to fail and die without the knowledge of life.
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