'LOUIS! UP NOW!'

Sirens blared through my ears and brightly lights pierced through the curtains draped across my small square windows. I shot up in bed, sweat sticking to my body, making my shirt and boxers cling to my skin. I flung myself out of bed, my mothers screams echoing over the noise.

You're probably wondering what year this is? Why there's sirens, screaming and blinding lights? I'll tell you. It's the 8th of September 1939... Exactly 7 days after Hitler declared War on the UK.

I'm 14 now, and no one should have to deal with this. I sleep for an hour tops before I wake up, scared to hear these very sirens and seeing these very lights. Hearing the German planes flying over head, and the whistle of bombs dropping.

I ran to my wardrobe, and grabbed a heavy woollen jumper and some pyjama trousers. Pulling them both on, I grabbed a torch and my glasses before exiting my room.

'MUM?'

'STOP WASTING TIME THEY'RE COMING!'

My heart started racing. Chest tightening. Stomach churning. I ran down the halls, the walls feeling like they were closing in on me, as they shook with violent waves of energy. My blue eyes started to sting as tears welled in them. The grip on the torch was so tight it hurt. I ran towards the sound of my mothers voice.

'Mum... I-I'm scared.'

'I know sweetie, but we have to go! Now! We have to go to the public shelter.'

We'd have a private shelter but we can't afford it. The public shelter is for the less fortunate. It's often crowded. We've been in there twice already and it's only been 7 days. My mother grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the front door. The fear in her eyes was matching mine. The run to the public shelter will be dangerous. We are exposed to the German planes and bombs. It's frightening. You know just thinking about this.

My mother pulled open the door, cold air hitting my body in a rush. I closed my eyes, feeling my hair flatten backwards. I shivered madly. I can't believe it. The sirens were so loud. Deafening. The lights were terribly bright and blinding and you could hear the loud plane engines already. I was jolted forward as my mother broke into a run. I pushed my glasses up my nose, as it seemed to be the only thing my brain could register.

We've never ran so much in our lives. We've always been safe. We thought we'd be safe after the first War ended... Obviously not though or we'd not panic and worry for our lives. Everyone fears a War, because there's every possibility you'll lose everything. Family, friends, houses and belongings... Worst of all your right to live freely. Yeah I fear that... But my worst fear is, that I'll be stuck in this never ending cycle... Hitler is relentless. He won't stop until he rules every country on earth... He won't stop until he gets everything he wants. He's like a spoilt child. Crying and arguing until his parents back down. In this case until every country gives in and backs down letting him over rule the world.

'M-mum they're coming!'

'I know! Don't worry we'll get there.'

That whizzing sound I'd always feared started sounding. My heart was thumping hard against my ribs. Strong enough to break them. My mind was blank. I didn't know what to think, I couldn't see, I was blinded by tears. The cold air was freezing any exposed skin on my body, and freezing those tears in my eyes.

Bangs, left right and centre, all around us. Explosions blinding you completely. Fire so close it could burn us, the freezing air not felt any more. The explosion that came next sent such powerful surges of energy through the ground it threw me forward, forcefully ripping my hand from my mothers, sending my onto the hard and sodden ground.

I groaned loudly, coughing harshly at the impact, gasping for air as the hit winded me. I scrambled to my feet.

Whiz whiz whiz

'MUM!'

No answer. I pushed my glasses up my nose and my eyes scanned the burning road block, as the building collapsed, burning, spitting and flaring up when the fire met the gas. I sheltered my eyes with my bruised and bloody hand. The air I was breathing was becoming increasingly toxic, as the smoke began to pour out. I used my other hand previously holding my ribs, to cover my mouth.

Panic is something someone does rarely. You know it hurts and damages the brain. Panic hurts. Panic is something I was doing right now.

'MUM?' I choked out. I stumbled forwards. Where she was I don't know! I didn't see what happened to her when I got thrown across the street. I winced. Pain shot from my hip to the top of my ribs. I growled. It hurt so badly. Like... Like the fire was inside me. Burning my insides.

'Lou! Get to the shelter-'

My heart stopped. There lay my mother on the cold, hard, sodden ground, burning wood piled on top of her. I ran towards her. Biggest mistake of my life. A deafening whizzing came so quickly it burned itself into my brain. It felt like I'd been stabbed in the side. Again the force was great I was thrown to the right, tripping over my own feet. My mothers piercing screams I could hear. I sobbed loudly. I pulled myself closer to her.

'Lou GET OUT OF HERE!'

'NO!' I screamed, tears pouring down my cheeks that were covered in mud, soot and blood. I pulled my body closer and closer, before something collided with the side of my head. The last thing I heard was my mothers dying screams, sirens, explosions and strange voices.

I closed my eyes, slowly slipping from consciousness. Who knew that this world would be torn apart by War? Who knows when this War will end!

Who knows what the outcome will be?

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Harry's POV!

Bustling people. Sick people. Tired people. Injured people. So many kids who are wondering aimless like me. I was running here with my mother. She didn't even get this far. I don't know where she is, or even if she's alive.

My mother woke me up this morning, at 00:45. Screaming and crying. I can remember shaking in my bed, the bright warning lights lighting up my box sized bedroom. All my walls were shaking and dust was falling from the roof. I shuddered at the memory. I pulled my oversized woollen jumper around my shivering body as I scrambled through the crowded public shelter. Me and my mother would have had a shelter built in the garden, but we hardly had enough money for food let alone an entire building in the back garden.

My bare feet were cut from the hard gravel I had to run across, my brown curls matted with blood and my hands burned from the fire. My heart was beating sadly. I know it's stupid to ever think my mother will walk through those doors. Inevitable if you will that I'll ever see her again. I'm 12 years old and motherless. I felt tears stinging my green eyes. I know I'm not the only one but me and my mother were so close. She cared so much. Most boys hate their mothers fussing over them and loving them so much, but they never realise how much a mother means to them until they'll loose them. I was brought from my thoughts by piercing screams.

All the people stopped moving. All the children stopped crying and screaming. All the talking stopped. My ears still ringing from the bombs was the only sound I could hear besides the screams. My heart leapt. I ran down the shelter, following the screams, tears dripping slowly and sorrowfully down my muddy blooded face. This person was crying for his mother. I pushed passed, sweating, drenched men and sobbing woman holding their children tightly. I tripped occasionally unable to see through the tears clouding my vision.

There through my clouded eyes, was a boy. He was lying on the floor, bleeding, bruised and burned. I ran towards him wincing every time my burned and cut feet hit the cold stone floor.

'A-are you okay?'

'W-where's my m-mum?'

I kneeled down next to this boy. I pulled off his broken glasses, setting them down beside his head. His body was shaking violently. I wiped my tears, smudging the warm blood over my face. I took the boys hand in mine and he looked at me, blue eyes all blood shot. His once tanned skin littered in black soot, blood and mud. His bottom lip was split down the middle, and on the right side of his head was a piece of debris. His brown hair was a mess apon his head. I brushed it back.

'I-I don't know... W-what's your name?' I asked, slowly moving my hand towards the splitter of glass. The boy flinched, tears rolling down his cheeks, smudging all the mess on his face, showing lines of tanned skin.

'L-Louis. W-what's yours?'

Louis. Louis was like me. I know he is. He has to be. He doesn't know where his mother is like me. I smiled sadly, before swiping my tongue over my lips trying to keep them from splitting.

'H-Harry.'

'Where's your mum Harry?' He whispered, his body still shaking. He whimpered as the shelter shook, as bombs exploded on the world above us, completely demolishing anything in their paths.

'S... She's dead. S-she never made I-it here.' I whispered, as more tears poured down my face. The boy called Louis closed his blue eyes. He scrunched his face up in pain. What happened to him?

'H-how do you know?'

'Just a thought... A c-conclusion. H-how could she s-survive out there?'

'D-do you think my mums-'

He cut himself off with a loud heartbreaking sob. My chest tightened and I but my lip. I lay myself next to him and closed my green eyes, not wanting to see his face.

'H-how old are you Louis?'

'14 and you?' He whispered lowly obviously trying not to show his voice cracking from crying.

'I'm 12. W-were you and y-your mum close?'

'Very. She cared a-about me so much.' He cried, before slowly lifting his hands to his face. He sobbed hard into his hands and I rolled over, to face him. I winced as another close explosion happened outside.

'W-we could stay t-together? I-I don't want to b-be alone.' I whispered, shuffling closer to Louis. He lifted his hands and tears slipped my eyes once again.

I don't want to stand alone through this.

We stand together we're harder to break through!

War's don't last forever... But there's nothing we can do to bring back those we've lost.

One day this'll end and I'm going to be there standing next to Louis to watch!

Notes

So this is my new fic! I know it's not a popular subject to use but inspiration came! Just tell me whatcha think please! I really enjoy writing it because its a challenge for me! PLEASE LET ME CONTINUE THIS! PLEASE GIVE IT A CHANCE AND PLEASE HELP ME GET CONFIDENCE IN MY OWN ABILITY! Thanks guys :) xxx