Safehouse- A Harry Styles fanfiction

Bo Grace Ellis was your average teenager. Hanging out with friends, complaining about homework and school. But that all changed when she woke up on a deserted street surrounded with flesh eating creatures. She was lost and confused, until a tall, dark curly haired boy named Harry Styles saved her.

Deep down Bo knew she had feelings for this boy. But did he feel the same? Of course not. A tall blonde girl named Taylor swift might have something to do with that.

Will Bo find her family? Will her and Harry get a chance at love? But most of all, would they make it out of this apocalypse alive?

(Some of these characters are from the fanfic Dark by the beautiful Hannah


14. Chapter 14



I ran downstairs and Harry was standing there with his fists in a ball. Glass was scattered everywhere on the floor and Laura was standing on the far side of the room, tears filling her eyes. As I scanned the scene Harry came over to me, wrapped his arms around me, stood behind me and rested his head on my shoulder. Almost as if he was hiding from it all or scared of it. I placed my hands on his arms that were wrapped around my waist and looked at Laura asking for answers.

She looked at Harry's fists frightened. I picked one of them up in my hand, turning it over to see if there was any damage. None. I picked up his other one. His knuckles were turning a slight purple and small cuts were all over his fist. Had he punched her? No, he couldn't of. Harry doesn't hit women. 

"What did you do Harry?" I whispered.

Harry lifted his head up and looked at me guiltily. I looked over at Laura and then she was looking at the wall. I looked next to me at the wall and there was a dent and some paint scratched off of it. I looked back at Harry's hand and there were chips of paint stuck to his skin. Before I could say anything Laura had started to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Anywhere but here." She replied angrily.

I followed her out of the room letting Harry go. She hurried over to the back door. Before she could open the door I had grabbed the handle and held it shut.

"You can't go, you'll get killed out there." I exclaimed.

"No I won't, I know somewhere safer than here. And I can't believe I left it for you two!" She yelled. 

"Where's this place? Are there other people there?" Harry asked.

"As if I'm going to tell you, why would you's deserve to know?" She replied rudely.

"Because if you don't we might all die." Harry answered frustratedly.

Laura ignored him and pulled the door open harshly. I had no choice but to let her go. We watched her cross the backyard and out the side gate. 

"Have fun here without me!" She called behind her.

We stood there silently as she left us. Harry gently grabbed my hand and lead me in the house. We went inside and he closed the door and locked it. I grabbed the dustpan and broom out of the cupboard and handed Harry the broom. I got to the floor before the mess and started cleaning up the glass. Harry got the dustbin and placed it next to me and began sweeping up the mess. When we finished I closed the dustbin lid and put it back in the kitchen. When I went back into the lounge room Harry was sat on the edge of the bed with his hands in his palms. I walked over to him and sat down next to him.

"It's all my fault." He said quietly.

"No it's not Harry, don't think for a second it is." I replied soothingly.

He turned his face to me and snaked his arms around my waist again. I put my arms around his back and he rested his head on my shoulder. I sighed deeply and rubbed Harry's back, feeling his muscles flex as his back rose and fell.

"How long has she been like that to you?" Harry asked.

I took a deep breath before answering.

"She usually just gave me the cold shoulder, that's the first time she's actually lashed out at me." I explained.

"Are you okay?" He asked.


There was a moment of silence as I played with one of his curls on the nape of his neck.

"What did you do?" I asked quietly.

Harry leant back from me cutting off our embrace. He looked at the wall and then back at me. 

"When she said that stuff to you, I got mad. Really mad. It made me want to hurt her but I couldn't. That would make me a coward. Cowards take out their pain on women, and that's not right. I couldn't hold the anger in anymore, so I punched the wall. It scared Laura and she screamed and jumped back. When she did that she hit the table with the vase on it and sent the vase flying. I won't go into detail of what I felt, but I felt guilty. Something happened a few years back that's I'd rather not talk about, but it reminded me of that. She was looking at me frightened, and I wanted you and her so look at me as someone to look after you and feel safe around. Not being scared of me. So when you came I just hugged you. I'm sorry I made her leave." Harry explained. 

I looked into his eyes and held his hand. He looked at me back with his eyes full of guilt, his orbs slowly becoming darker and sadder. I leant over to him and hugged him again, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He wrapped his arms around my back and held me tight. 

"Don't be sorry Harry, it wasn't your fault." I whispered.

After a few minutes we pulled ourselves apart and sat opposite each other on the bed.

"We need to find more people, we need to be in a bigger group." Harry said sternly.

"Why? Won't it be harder to control everyone?" I asked.

"No, we can just go in small groups." He replied, getting off the bed.

I quickly got up with him. How were we going to find them? Should we just try and catch up with Laura? I don't think I want to go.

I returned back to reality and Harry had already began to go upstairs. I quickly got up and hurried after him.

"I, I don't really want to go...." I said quietly.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. He looked into my eyes and slowly walked back down to me.

"I know." His raspy voice whispered.

He slowly engulfed me in his arms. Holding me in a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he held me close in his arms. I squeezed my eyes closed and inhaled the smell of him as he kissed the top of my head.

"I just, I just want some time with us by ourselves. I know it sounds selfish but-"

"I know, I want the same thing. But it would be better for us if we want to be safer." He replied cutting me off. 

I took a deep breath, trying to hold in the tears. I sometimes felt like I cried too much, but it doesn't take much for me to get emotional.

"We can stay here for a while, until we feel comfortable with going outside for a long period of time." Harry said.

I sighed with relief. I still needed to be taught how to survive out there. There was a lot for me to learn. Harry lightly gave me a kiss on the cheek and nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck. I twirled one of his curls between my fingers as he rubbed his hand up and down my back. After a few minutes of silence we ended our embrace and went our own ways. Harry went upstairs and I went and laid on the bed. After about half an hour I heard Harry come down the stairs and stood in the doorway staring at me. I looked at him sleepily and rubbed my eyes. When they opened again he was at the side of the bed and getting in next to me. 

He gave me a kiss on the lips and whispered to me.

"You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

I smiled and rolled over closer to him.

"This is a bit out of the blue isn't it?" 

"I just thought I should let you know." He said smiling.

I laughed and gave him a kiss back. I went to roll back over but I felt a large, warm hand grab my waist and pull me back to him. 

"Your not leaving me again." He said growling playfully.

A small giggle left my lips as I turned around and I gave him a quick peck on the lips, hoping it would distract him again. Turns out Harry already knew this tactic, and he had a plan or revenge. As I kissed him he quickly put his hand on the back of my head and held me against his lips. I struggled to pull away from him but he wrapped his free arm around my back and pulled me back onto the bed and on top of him. I lay on his stomach with my lips still to his. 

I let out a small scream and he let me go laughing. I got off of him and sat next to him as he lay on the bed. I stretched my arm out to him and held his hand in mine. I spread out his fingers and held our hands against each other, comparing the sizes. His were obviously much larger then mine. Harry curled his fingers up and entwined them with mine. He grabbed my other hand and pulled me down to lay with him. He pulled the bottom of my top up and traced small circles on my stomach. Writing words and shapes. He hummed a small song to break the silence between us.

"What song is that?" I whispered.

Harry stopped tickling my stomach for a moment but then continued.

"Isn't she lovely." He replied.

"By Stevie Wonder?"


We fell back into silence. There hasn't really been much to talk about lately. It's mostly been quiet everywhere. Not very much to do or say.

"Are you a good singer?" I asked.

"My friends and family say I'm alright, but I'm not brilliant." Harry answered.

"Sing for me."

Harry paused for a moment and then took my hand in his.

"Not today."

I decided not to pressure him into it so I just kept my mouth shut. He continued to lightly tickle my stomach and I started to doze off. I remember Harry kissing me on the forehead and whispering something to me. But I didn't quite catch what it was.

Things were finally starting to feel alright in this messed up world.

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