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 @han-rawr.tumblr.com)

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19. Chapter 19

 

 

 

A week had passed and we got more food, the shops are slowly running out of supplies and we haven't been taking them, there must be other people going there too. 

The house is a bit of a mess, Harry turned everything up looking for his pocket knife. We've decided that we're cleaning up today, we can't live in a pigsty. I was currently sitting in the dining room working on a drawing of an eye. I gently drew eyelashes onto the eye and shaded at the eyelid. Soon Harry came up to me and looked over my shoulder.

"Looks good." He commented.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

I creased my forehead in concentration and hunched over the paper slightly. Harry was blocking out my light but I continued to draw so I didn't have to tell him to move. He walked over to the other side of the room and looked at the objects on the bookshelf. There were all sorts of snow globes and picture frames. I closed my book and walked over to him. I put my arm around his waist and leaned my head on his shoulder. Harry draped his arm over my shoulder and sighed.

"When are we going to leave here?" I asked.

Harry looked at me and left me to start walking in the kitchen. I followed after him and stopped when I got to the door.

"Why? Do you want to go now?" He asked whilst getting a glass of water.

"No but, I just wanted to know so I have a good idea of how much time I have with you." I replied.

Harry looked at me confused and took a swig of water from the cup. The glass left his lips and he placed it down on the counter.

"You'll always have time with me Bo." He said, giving me a hug mid sentence.

He leant away from me to talk to me, I looked at the floor then back up to him.

"But what if they make you work if we find someone. And we can't guarantee that both of us will survi-" 

"Neither of us are going to die out there Bo. We will find other people, I will never leave you. And if we do find people I will always make time for you and you will always see me. If we do find them then until we settle in completely I will never leave your side. Okay?" Harry cut me off.

"Ok." I replied quietly.

Harry sighed and hugged me again, but tighter than before.

"I will never leave you alone." He whispered.

"Promise?" I replied.

"Promise."

I looked up at him and smiled. Harry planted a kiss to my forehead and grinned back at me. 

"We should probably start cleaning now." I stated.

Harry gave an annoyed moan and walked over to the bed. There were clothes all over it but that didn't stop him flopping down onto it on his back. He spread his arms out and closed his eyes. 

"I don't want to clean though." He said childishly.

I laughed and stood before him. I smiled and reached out for his hands.

"We have to Harry, if we don't this place will look like a bomb hit it." I laughed.

 Harry groaned and took both my hands and I pulled him up. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me closer to him so I was standing between his legs. He held my hands and looked up at me. I stared down at him and stared into his eyes. He smiled nervously and turned over my right hand so he could see my wrist.

"Bo, your scars have healed." He said quietly.

I pulled my hand up and examined my wrist. All that was left of my cuts were light shades where they had just healed. Some of them were even completely gone. I smiled at my wrist and smiled down at Harry. I let my hand drop down to my side until Harry grabbed it again and entwined our fingers. 

"Let's start cleaning now." I said.

Harry stuck his bottom lip out and looked at me. I laughed and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Come on lazy bones." I said pulling him to his feet.

I turned around and started folding up all our clean clothes. I didn't know which clothes were clean or not so I sniffed at the fabric and made piles for each item. My clothes, Harry's clothes, my dirty clothes and Harry's dirty clothes.

"Harry why don't you separate your clean and dirty clothes." I complained. 

I didn't get a reply. Harry just walked into the kitchen and started doing the dishes, we have to use very little water as though in case we use it all up. I sighed and continued on with my job. After about 25 minutes of sorting out clothes I was done. A few days before Harry and I moved a drawer into here so we could put all our clothes in there. I placed all my clothes in certain cabinets on one side of the drawer and Harry's clothes in the other. I looked around the room looking for more things to clean. There were shoes lying on the floor. I decided to clean them up and then do the sweeping.

After an hour and a half I'd finished the main room where we spend our time. I'd sorted out clothes, changed the bed sheets, made the bed, swept the floor, dusted the cupboards, and I'd put away the dishes Harry cleaned. Harry had gone upstairs somewhere and I didn't know what he'd been up to. He went upstairs by the time I was making the bed. 

I continued cleaning the house and left things like getting rid of spider webs, taking out the trash to the alleyway and checking that all the windows were still securely boarded up to Harry. As I swept the stairs I had a feeling I was forgetting to do something. I finished my last job and went back downstairs. I put the broom away and flopped down on the bed, it felt so good having new sheets. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to all types of different things and tried to remember what I was forgetting.


*Harry's POV*


I walked around upstairs looking for things to clean up. I probably wasn't doing as good a job as Bo. All girls are good at cleaning. I walked around the boys room putting things back on shelves and into drawers. I made the bed and fixed up the mat on the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around me. I thought I had done a pretty good job. I smiled to myself and got up to go clean the girls room next door. I walked down the hallway running my fingers along the walls. I walked into the pink room and looked at the mess around me. I'd messed this one up worse then the boys room because I'd remembered playing with my pocket knife in here most. 

I picked up the toys and pillows off of the floor and put them back in their rightful places. I made the bed again and picked up pencils laying around the desk and neatened out pieces of paper Bo had been drawing on. She really was an amazing artist. 

I finished everything else but for some reason still felt like cleaning. I looked around searching for something to neaten up. The cupboard across the room caught my eye. The top of it had different kinds of plastic containers and toys all over it, that could do with some sorting out. I went over to it and felt around for any toys to bring down. I took down a barbie doll, a teddy and a big container of baby clothes for baby borns.

As I felt around some more I felt a small rectangular object. I picked it up in my hand and took it off the cupboard. It was a book.

"Diary." I read to myself quietly.

I opened it to the first page and read it.

"This is Bo's diary/journal. A book where I write about my feelings and things that have happened to me. You are not permitted to read this and if you have already opened it to this page and you are not me close this now! Kind regards, Bo."

I thought of how Bo would feel if she knew I read this, not very happy. 

"She won't know if I don't tell her." I thought to myself.

I flipped to the next page. I was still standing in front of the cupboard with my conscience running through my head. I read her first entry and images of those times came into mind.

"It's 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." I read in my head.

I frowned at the words she wrote. I knew she was upset but I didn't know she was in depression. Was it my fault she was? Had I not protected her enough? Kept her safe enough? I wanted to protect her from everything I could, but I guess I can't protect her from her own feelings. 

I continued reading her diary and frowned at some of the parts. I was mentioned a lot in it. I smiled when she said things like I was cute and funny. But then I got to a sentence that changed everything...


Authors note: 

Haha left you's on a cliffhanger! Sorry it's kinda short I just had to post something quick because I haven't posted in a while. Sorry about that but school has just been a pain in the bum and I've had writers block. We're up to 500+ reads now guys woo! Can't believe we got to this many. And I say we because I know I wouldn't of been able to do it without you guys.

Hope you's are all enjoying Safehouse and please comment, favourite and like!

~Em xoxo

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