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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21. Chapter 21

 

 


*Harry's POV*


I woke up to the light shining in my eyes. I squinted my eyes and looked around the room, it was a lot cleaner then it was yesterday. Bo did a good job. I looked down and there she was curled up next to me, her cheek pressed to my bare chest. I processed what had happened last night. That was something completely new to her, I was worried about her. Soon Bo's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me.

"Morning beautiful." I said in my morning voice.

"Good morning handsome." She replied smiling.

"You okay?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah I'm fine. What about you?" She relied.

"Never better." I said grinning.

Bo closed her eyes again but continued smiling. I kept smiling too until I heard a scream down the street. Bo's eyes shot open and she clutched me tight. I wrapped my arms around her and tried to reassure her. 

"Shhh Bo you're okay, it can't get you." I whispered soothingly.

Bo's breathing calmed down and she relaxed. I kissed the top of her head and rested my head on hers. Soon I realised that I was wearing nothing but boxers and I didn't know what Bo was wearing. 

"Um, Bo?" I questioned.

"Hmmm yeah?" She replied.

"Uh, do you have clothes on?" I stuttered.

I looked at Bo and her eyes widened. She rolled away from me as fast as possible and pulled the sheet with her, wrapping herself up like a butterfly in a cocoon. 

"Don't look at me." She whined.

I laughed and closed my eyes. I heard her get up and open the draw. I heard the shuffling of clothes and things being ripped out to find something decent to wear. Bo's frustrated mumbles made me smiled and soon I heard her leave the room.

"Don't come into the kitchen!" She yelled out.

"Okey dokey." I replied back.

I got out of bed and scratched the back of my neck. I went into my side of the drawer and pulled out some jeans and a white shirt. I finished my outfit with a blue, black and white checked flannel and left it unbuttoned. Soon Bo returned wearing a pair of black jeans and a green shirt with big bird on it. 

"You look nice." She complimented quietly. 

I smiled and walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. 

"So do you." I said grinning. 

I gave her a kiss which she happily accepted. 

"Are you feeling sore? Or are you alright?" I asked.

She looked at the ground awkwardly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"Um, I'm kind of sore, but I'm okay." She replied.

I smiled and breathlessly laughed. That's one thing I loved about her, she was so awkward. She was the cutest when she felt uncomfortable, but I didn't want her to feel like that around me. No one likes being uncomfortable.

"I'm going to make some breakfast, to want something?" I asked.

I let go of her and started walking to the kitchen, I looked back at her waiting for an answer.

"No I'm fine, I'll have something later." She said shaking her head.

I nodded my head and went to make myself some cereal while Bo went upstairs and did her own thing.


*Bo's POV*


I walked upstairs and went into the girls room. To be honest I felt quite sick, not very sick but just a little stomach ache. I went into the bathroom where I last left my hairbrush. I brushed my hair, washed my face and brushed my teeth and went to lay down in the girls room.

I opened up a book and started to read, after reading 1 chapter I felt like I was going to throw up. I dashed to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. 

"What is wrong with me?" I asked myself.

Soon I heard Harry jog upstairs and come into the bathroom. 

"Babe what's wrong, are you okay?" He asked.

I held my own hair back and looked up at him sickly. 

"I feel sick." I simply answered.

Harry looked at me sympathetically and went and sat down beside me. He reached up to the sink and grabbed a hair tie and began to tie my hair back into a ponytail. I hurled more into the toilet bowl and squeezed my eyes closed. Harry rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my ponytail.

After about 10 minutes I felt a little less sick so I sat back against the wall opposite Harry. I sighed and closed my eyes. Harry sighed and leant up against the cabinet.

"What have you eaten in the past few days?"  Harry asked.

I thought hard, I hadn't eaten much. Harry cooked us some dinner as a special treat and made us microwaveable curry. And I had cereal for breakfast.

"Just everything you've had." I stated.

Harry made a face of concentration and twirled one of his curls. I continued thinking what could've made me sick. Whilst thinking I felt the urge to vomit once again. I leaned back over and hurled into the toilet and Harry rubbed my back again. My throat burned and my stomach ached. Tears escaped my eyes and dripped off the end of my nose. I wiped my nose and leant back squeezing my eyes shut. Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Maybe it was the milk, it could've been off?" He suggested.

I decided to agree with that assumption and we left it at that. Harry went downstairs to get me a bucket whilst I sat alone on the bathroom floor. He soon returned with a green garden bucket with a little bit of water at the bottom.

"Just so it doesn't go all yucky." He said.

I rolled my eyes and smiled slightly, even in the disgusting situations he always seemed to be thoughtful. I thanked him and took the bucket with me into the girls room where I continued to read. Harry went into the next room and I could hear him playing guitar again. After about 5 minutes I could hear a husky voice singing. I sneaked to the shut door of the boys room and listened to Harry sing.

"I saw in the corner there is a photograph

No doubt in my mind it's a picture of you

It lies there alone on it's bed of broken glass

This bed was never made for two"

I opened the door and walked over to him. I sat on the bed opposite him and listened contently. He quickly glanced at me and I nodded at him as a gesture to keep going. He continued playing his song.

"I'll keep my eyes wide open

I'll keep my arms wide open

Don't let me

Don't let me

Don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of being alone

Don't let me

Don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone."

He stopped playing and put down his guitar. I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. He hugged me back and smiled as we leant away from each other.

"Your such a good singer Harry." I said.

Harry smiled and thanked me quietly. Suddenly I felt like I had a huge punch to the stomach. I doubled over and squeezed my eyes shut and groaned.

"Babe are you ok? What's wrong?" Harry asked worriedly.

I held my stomach and sat up straight. I felt terrible. I groaned some more and Harry shuffled around so he was facing me properly. He looked at me like he felt my pain. He got up and went to the other side of the bed behind me and helped me off the bed and down the stairs.

"I think you need to lay down." He said.

I agreed and we went downstairs to the bed. I got into a pair of trackpants and a plain white tee while Harry went to get me some medicine. I got into bed and Harry soon returned with a glass of water and a tablet.

"Here you go babe." He said, handing me the medication.

I thanked I'm and dosed myself up with the painkillers. Harry sat in the end of the bed at my feet while I sat up at the head of the bed. 

"So, what are you feeling? What kind of symptoms?" Harry asked.

"Well, there was the vomiting, then the cramps, and now I'm starting to get a headache." I explained, putting my hand on my forehead. 

Harry creased his forehead and played with his lips. He was deep in thought, until a bang went to the window. We both jumped and Harry shot up and picked up the gun from the table across the room. He went to the window and looked through the crack, we stayed silent for a moment until Harry sighed.

"Just a bird flying into the window." He said, walking back to the table to put the gun away.

I sunk further into the bed in relief. Those painkillers were starting to take effect, but I was extremely tired.

"Harry, what are the side effects to that medicine?" I asked.

Harry walked into the kitchen and returned with the box of medicine. He creased his forehead again and started reading aloud.

"Erm...possible side effects to this medication could be nausea, fatigue, swelling to the throat, watery eyes, and sore throat." He read.

My eyes widened at the information. It seemed a bit risky to be taking something like that. I held my hand out for him to pass me the box so I could examine it myself. He chucked it at me and laid down on the foot of the bed. I read the information in my head and soon relaxed. This was the stuff I took when I was at home with Mum. 

"It should be okay." I said.

I soon realised why I was so tired, one of the side effects was fatigue. I yawned and stretched my arms out, almost knocking down the lamp. Harry jerked his head up to the wobbling object but soon slumped his head back down. I started to dose off until Harry woke me up again.

"Don't fall asleep like that, you'll get a sore back. Lay down and sleep normally." He said, pulling the sheets up so it was easier for me to slide down under the covers.

I laid down on my back and Harry gave me a kiss on the forehead. He had the bucket by the bed, just in case I was sick again. And a glass of fresh water on the bedside table. I thanked him and he went upstairs to carry on with his own life. Within minutes I was fast asleep, dreaming about the latest events that have happened in my life. There was one possible explanation to my sudden sickness that I had thought of, but I didn't want to believe that was what's wrong.

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