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


20. Chapter 20




*Bo's POV*

I realised I hadn't moved where my diary was. That means Harry could've found it. I sprinted upstairs hoping he was still in the boys room. I slipped turning down the hallway but regained my footing and continued my dash to the boys room. Was Harry in there?

I made it to the bedroom door of the boys room and opened it. It was clean, not as clean as downstairs but it was good enough. But Harry wasn't in there. I cursed under my breath and dashed to the girls room, I opened the door as fast as I could and I saw Harry standing before the wardrobe with my diary in his hands. It was open to one of the pages and he quickly looked up at me, shock in his eyes. 

"You love me?" He asked looking at me stunned.

I stood there frozen. He'd just read that entry, the one where i said i loved him. He raised his eyebrows at me. My eyes started to water. I didn't know what to do except for one thing. Run. 

I ran out of the room slamming the door behind me, I ran down the stairs as fast as I could take myself but fell on the second last step. I regained my steps and continued to run. I didn't want to go outside so I just went and hid somewhere in the house, somewhere where he couldn't find me.

I ran into the laundry and opened the cupboard. There was nothing but a vacuum cleaner and a broom in there. It had a few old coats in there and dust but I didn't care. I sat on the cupboard floor and closed the door on myself. I could hear Harry yelling out for me and the stomping of his bare feet on the floorboards. I heard him run past the laundry but didn't take notice of the cupboard. 

I pulled my knees up to my chin and quietly sobbed. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I sniffled my nose. I pushed some hair out of my face and squeezed my eyes shut. What if this made Harry want to leave me? Was I taking things too fast? Why did I have to care so much? A loud sob escaped my lips as I thought of all these terrible things that could come from this.

"Why did I write that? I should've known he'd find it one day." I said in my mind. 

I continued crying until I heard Harry come to the hallway outside the laundry again. He wasn't running this time. He was taking steps every few seconds. I held my breath as he stood outside the laundry. He stood there for a good 40 seconds, listening out for me. I could feel my head throb, my lungs were aching, I needed air. My legs were going numb, I could feel my heart beating in my head and my vision was going blurry. As quietly as I could, I sucked air into my lungs. While I did so I completely forgot about the boy standing outside looking for me. I sniffled slightly and widened my eyes, realising what I had done. I heard Harry walk into the laundry as I mentally slapped myself. Tears were still rolling down my cheeks and I wiped my nose with my sleeve. 

There was silence throughout the whole house. Then suddenly the door bursted open and a tall, beautiful figure stood before me. 

"Bo..." He whispered.

I hid my face in my arms. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped he'd go away. Harry sat down next to me and rested his arms on his knees. There was a few seconds of silence between us before he sighed.

"Why are you so upset that I read that?" He asked.

I didn't answer, I just wanted him to leave. I wanted him to forget about all of it. I just didn't want him to know my true feelings, even if he was my boyfriend.

"Bo?" He repeated.

I sniffled and raised my head again, wiping my eyes.

"I-I didn't know how you would react, I didn't want to seem clingy or taking things too fast. I didn't want you to think of me weirdly because of it." I replied.

"I'd never think of you weird Bo. Your my everything right now, and your the only person I know who's actually loved me." He replied, trying to reassure me.

I looked at him with blurry eyes. He was looking at me, desperate for a response. I wiped my nose again and pushed the same bit of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. And if it helps, I uh....I love you too." He mumbled, looking down at the floor.

I looked at him with my eyes widened slightly. He felt the same way? Butterflies erupted in my stomach, my palms got sweaty and it suddenly felt hotter in the small space where we were sitting.

Harry looked back up at me waiting for an answer. I didn't know what to say. 

"Harry I..." I trailed off. 

Harry leant over closer to me, our faces moved only a few centimetres apart. My shaky breath escaped my mouth as my heart pounded against my chest. I closed my eyes and placed my lips gently on Harry's. Fireworks exploded in my mind. My heart fluttered and my tears disappeared. 

As we kissed it became more intense. Harry put his hands on my cheeks and turned so he was facing me more. I put my hands on the nape of his neck and tangled my fingers in his curls. Our lips moved together and muffled breaths left our lips.

I regrettably detached my lips from Harry's and gasped for breath. Harry placed his forehead on mine and I felt the sweat running down his skin. 

"I love you so much." He panted.

"I love you too."

We continued our kissing session for a good 2 minutes and I pulled away again to speak.

"Harry." I said.

"Yeah?" He replied, licking his lips.

"I think I'm ready now."

Harry looked at me confused for a moment. But then looked at me stunned when he understood what I meant. 

"Are you sure? You don't have to." He spoke.

"Harry, I want to. For you." I replied.

Harry looked at me and bit his lip. He got up and held his hands out to me. I took them and let him pull me up. I stood centimetres away from him and looked up into his green orbs. He took my hands and walked backwards out of the laundry. We walked down the hall into the main room where the bed was. We stood next to the bed still looking at each other.

"Bo, you really don't have to do this." Harry mentioned.

"It's ok Harry, trust me." I said shakily.

Harry looked at me questionably but let it go, he trusted me. His hands went to the hem of his shirt and he pulled it over his head. He dropped it to the floor and I took off my jacket and dropped it next to Harry's. Harry went and put his pocket knife that he finally found on the table across the room. I stood there by myself, not sure what to do. I was so scared and nervous. My throat was dry and sore and I felt weak in the knees. 

Harry turned around and looked at me. I looked back at him and I think he noticed how nervous I was. He opened his arms and I walked over to him, accepting his gesture. Harry wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back. 

"It's ok babe, don't be nervous."

I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent and he walked me back over to the bed. The things that happened that night was something I would always remember.

It was something no one could ever forget.

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