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


15. Chapter 15

A week has passed since Laura left us. And it's been 2 months since Harry and I first met. I'd spent most my time in the girls room sitting on the bed drawing. Harry would be in the boys room down the hall. I don't know what he did in there but occasionally I could hear him playing guitar or snore every so often. He's been so tired lately. He hasn't been getting much sleep at night, he said he's fine but I'm worrying about him. I don't know whether I'm just paranoid but he looks like he's losing weight. But we are running out of food, we'll have to go out again soon. 

I was laying on the pink duvet drawing in a sketchbook Harry gave me. He said he found it in the boys room a while ago and he remembered when I said I liked to draw. So he gave it to me. I used to get told I was very good but I don't think I am. I've never shown Harry my drawings. Because a few of them are of him. If not him I'd just draw different people and put his tattoos on them. But it was usually him. Right now I was working on a pair of hands. That was until I heard a thump in the next room.

I quickly got up and hurried down the hallway to the boys room. I stood in the doorway and before me was Harry sprawled across the floor fast asleep...I think.

"Harry wake up." I said as I knelt down beside him.

I tried to shake him to get a response. Nothing but a few slurred sounds left his lips. I put my face closer to his to see if he was breathing properly. Everything about him was fine. But he just wasn't responding to me.

"Harry are you ok?" I asked panicked.

He still wasn't answering me, I pushed some hair off of his forehead and checked his temperature. It was your average room temperature. Was he just messing with me? I started to panic, sweat was running down my forehead and my breathing shook trying to hold back tears. Was he dead? He didn't look like he was breathing. I checked his pulse, I couldn't feel it. Either it had stopped or I just wasn't checking properly. 

"Harry please wake up." I begged.

I couldn't think of anything else to do. I didn't know how to do CPR, I hadn't completed my first aid course and I couldn't swim so I didn't learn it at swimming lessons. All I could think of doing was run my fingers through his hair and cry. A single tear fell down my cheek and landed on Harry's. In that instant his hand came up and wiped it away.

"Harry?" I questioned.

He opened his eyes and smiled.

"Did I scare you?" He asked cheekily.

I didn't know how to react. Should I react angrily and just walk away? Or should I cry? All these mixed emotions overwhelmed me. I dropped to the floor next to him and burst into tears. Harry quickly wrapped his arms around me and wiped the hair from my face.

"Baby I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you that much I'm sorry." He repeated worriedly.

I couldn't help but continue sobbing. Harry wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me up so we were sitting against the bed. He sat me on his lap and held me tight, combing his fingers through my knotted hair. Trying to straighten it out a bit.

"Baby I'm so sorry." He whispered repeatedly.

I just nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck and cried. Harry whispered apologies in my ear and tried to calm me down but I just couldn't stop crying. All I could imagine was Harry on the floor dead. What if he had actually been dead? I could've been all alone.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked.

I'd managed to stop crying and sit up in Harry's lap. I slightly nodded and looked at the damp area on his shirt from my tears.

"Sorry I made your shirt wet." I sniffled.

Harry looked at the dampness on his shirt and breathlessly laughed.

"It's fine." He said smiling.

I smiled slightly and looked down. Harry quickly put his hand up against my cheek and lifted my head up to look at him.

"Let me see that beautiful face." He said.

I looked into his eyes and smiled. Harry leant over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I closed my eyes and our foreheads pressed together.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked.

Harry replied with nothing but a deep moan. 

"Is that a yes or a no?" I continued.

"Mmmmm yes." He replied.

"Ok, just wondering." 

Harry leant back on the bed and rolled his head back. 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He lifted his head up and ran his fingers through his curls. 


We stayed silent for a minute or so until I decided to get back to the other room. I got off Harry's lap and helped him up to his feet. 

"I'm going into the next room." I said kissing him on the cheek.

"Ok then. I'm going downstairs soon. I need some sleep." He replied yawning.

I smiled and left the room. I sat back down on the bed and picked up my pencil. After about 30 seconds I could hear him playing the guitar. I decided to ignore it and let him play on his own, and then one day he can play for me.

I continued on with my drawing of my hands when something caught my attention. I glanced over the other side of the room and underneath a drawer laid a pink book. I got off the bed and sat down on the floor in front of the drawer. I picked up the book and scanned the cover. It had pink feathers glued to the sides and on it in purple swirly writing wrote...

"Claudia's diary."

I opened it to the front page and in it was a note.

"This is my diary, if you have opened it to this page then put it back where you found it. Do NOT read this. It is my private property and you will be in big trouble if you read it."

I frowned and turned to the next page.

*Claudia's diary entry 1*

"Date: 1st February 2013"
"Day: Monday"
"Ok so today was the first day back at school and I'm in 6th grade! I feel so much older now but I feel so much smaller then the year 7's. They all seem so cool, I cant wait to be like them! So I came home from school today and mum bought me this diary. She said I should write everything I felt in it this year, because apparently this year will be hard. She promised she wouldn't read it and I could do anything I liked with it, so here I am writing my first entry.

Ok so today when I got to school all my friends were there, and we were all in the same class, yay! I sat in the second last row next to my bestest friend Alex. She's really cool. And one of the best bits is that I'm sitting opposite my crush Blake! He's soooo hot haha. Yeah so we were all talking today and Blake was just looking at me. He didn't do a very good job at hiding it though because Alex noticed and kicked my leg to see if I knew. We both giggled and Blake blushed hehe. It's cute when guys blush. Apparently he likes me, I hope he does. Class is so easy right now, hopefully it doesn't get harder. If it doesn't then this year will be a huge breeze. 

There was only one bad bit about today. There's this group of girls who think they're so much cooler then everyone else. They dress in these loose tops and really short shorts. I'm surprised they even bother wearing pants at all, it wouldn't make any difference. But yeah I know it seems small, but I made a comment on one of the girls shoes today and she smiled at me. But when she turned away I noticed as she turned she rolled her eyes at me. Should I be worried? Could this be the start of a big problem? What do I do? I just ignored it and walked away, what else was I suppose to do right?"

After I read that I could hear footsteps coming down the hallway. I quickly closed the book and slipped it back underneath the drawer. When I turned around Harry was stood in the doorway looking at me.

"You okay?" His raspy voice asked.

"Yeah I'm fine." I replied.

"What are you doing sitting on the floor?" He asked tilting his head and frowning.

"Um, just felt like sitting down here."

"Ok then..." He replied suspiciously.

I tucked some hair behind my ear and took a deep breath.

"Um, I'm going downstairs now. Just thought I'd let you know." Harry informed me.

"Ok." I said smiling.

He smiled back at me and walked away. As soon as I heard him downstairs I got the book back out and continued reading.

*continued diary entry 1*

"In science today we have started doing a small project. I don't know why though, the teacher said it was so she knew how well we worked with other people or something. I really don't see the point in it. She chose the groups for us though. And Blake is in my group! But then there's the most popular girl in sixth grade in it too. Bonnie. She's really pretty, pretty much everyone wants to be like her or be her friend. I don't though, I don't like her. She likes Blake too, and she's always flirting with him. I don't know how he's not noticing it though."

Suddenly I had a flashback of images of Laura and Harry. Every chance she could she'd be flirting with him, this reminded me of that time.

"We have to make a 3d design of the human body, which shouldn't be too hard. Bonnie keeps going on about how her dad is an artist or something, she's so annoying. We have 3 weeks to finish it and we have 4 lessons a week in science. So I'm hoping we do well. 
That's pretty much everything that happened today, I'll write back tomorrow.

*End of diary entry*

I closed the book and put it on the ground in front of me. 

"Maybe I should write something like that." I thought to myself.

I slid the book under the drawer and rummaged through some draws for an old book. I got to the bottom draw and found a small, black book with a leather cover. I opened it up to the first page and the paper was blank. I flicked through the other pages and it was completely empty. I smiled and laid down on the bed and started to write in it.

"Date: September 22nd 2013"
"Day: Wednesday"
"Entry: It's our second month in the apocalypse, we're running out of food but we're going to get some soon. Harry and I have both been losing weight but we're still healthy. My cuts have healed and we now have running water."

I looked down at my cuts, they were nothing but a light scar now. Thank god, they were a horrible reminder of my breakdown. Whenever I looked at them all I could think of was doing it again, and I knew how disappointed Harry would be. So I refrained myself from doing it.

"Is been harder to not cut, I've just been feeling worse every day. I keep a smile on my face though and be strong, I know that if I don't it could have some kind of effect on Harry. And we don't want two of us in depression.
We still haven't found mum, Grandma and Grandpa are dead, so it's just her."

I hadn't realised that I had been crying until a tear dropped on the paper, smudging the words slightly.

"Harry and I are staying here for a few weeks, just to have some time to ourselves. I think we need that. I've been drawing a lot now to keep my mind off of things. But lots of things have been going through my head. I wonder whether I'm boring Harry, we haven't been doing anything. We've barely been talking to each other. I just have this feeling that I have to do something for him, anything. Every minute I get more and more scared that he wants to break up with me. And if that happens who knows how long it'll be until he decides to just leave me and go find more people. That's what we're planning to do anyway, and I'd probably slow us down if I went. Maybe I shouldn't go...."

I turned the page once I'd taken all the room on the one before and continued to write.

"I'm going to try do something for him tonight. I don't know what, but anything seems good enough right now. I really like him, and I am so scared he's going to leave. He scared me today and played dead, when I found out it was a joke I burst into tears. If he really died imagine how I would react! No I don't want to imagine it, the thoughts too scary.
I'm going to go because it's getting dark and I'm running out of light. 
Should I say bye? Or just stop writing?
Anyways....I have to go.
Sincerely, Bo."

I closed the book and put it in a box on top of the cupboard so Harry couldn't find it. This had actually taken a bit of weight off my shoulders, I'd decided to write in it whenever I was feeling down or worrying about things. Just something that I could vent into.

I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. Harry was laid down on the bed with his curls tousled everywhere. I got on the bed with him and sat with either leg astride his waist.

"Well hello there." He breathlessly spoke.


I dipped my head down and left wet kisses to his neck. I placed either hand on one of his pecks and nipped at the skin. The reaction I received from him was a deep, throaty moan.

I continued with my affectionate actions and Harry ran his fingers up and down my body. I placed one hand in Harry's hair and the other on his right peck. I traced my fingers over his tattoos and looked down at his amused face.

"What was that for?" He whispered.

"I just wanted to do something for you." I replied.

There was a few seconds of silence until Harry quickly wrapped his legs around me and flipped us over so he was on top. 

"Now it's my turn to do something for you." He said seductively.

Before I could say anything he slammed his lips on mine in a heated kiss. I closed my eyes and put one hand on the nape of his neck and the other tangled in his curls. A few muffled moans escaped our lips as Harry took his shirt off. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his hands slipped down to the hem of my shirt. Harry managed to pull my shirt up to just beneath my chest when I suddenly pulled away and froze. 

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"I-I just don't thing I'm ready for that." I replied hesitantly.

Harry's face looked at me understandingly.

"Ok then, maybe another time." He said giving me a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

I smiled slightly and Harry lowered himself down on top of me so his body enclosed mine on the bed. Harry lifted my arm up and turned my wrist to examine my cuts.

"I wish you didn't do that." He said quietly.

I didn't say anything in response, not really sure what to say. He gently left soft kisses to the scars and laid my arm back down.

"One day I'm going to show you how much you mean to me."

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