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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34. Chapter 34

 

 

*Bo's POV*

We sneaked inside as quiet as we could, making sure we didn't make any noise and stayed as low as possible. Harry held my hand tight the entire time we went through the abandoned building. The building seemed like it was swaying, I don't know if it actually was or if it was just me. I didn't feel safe here, I didn't want to be here. The roof creaked and a soft breeze blew through a broken window. Old possessions of people before us lay still on the tiles. I hadn't realised I'd stopped until Harry tugged on my hand and stared at me impatiently.

"Bo come on, we can't be out in the open forever." He whispered.

I nodded my head and continued behind Harry, we bent down low and hid behind anything we could find. I don't see how it helped much though, the only large things there were shopping carts and the occasional table. Plus, I couldn't see or hear anything we could possibly have to hide from. 

We hurried over to a large set of doors that I could barely hold open, Harry had to step in and open it for me since my muscles were so weak. The rubber at the bottom of the doors squeaked against the concrete floor and held the door in place. I attempted to push the door closed until I was interrupted.

"Come on Bo, we don't have much time." Harry hissed from a little further away. 

I shrugged and left the door slightly open, no harm could come from leaving it open a little bit, right? I ran over to where Harry was and leant against the wall next to him. He had his gun in hand and I confess he looked extremely attractive in this stealth mode. 

"Come on, the coast is clear." He said quietly and looked back at me. 

I nodded my head and bent down slightly like him and followed him around the back of the mall. This part of the building looked like a warehouse full of anything you could need. Furniture, clothes, toys and the occasional spot of food. 

"We won't get the food from here. Our main goal is to find the survivors, they'll have more food with them, maybe fresh food too." Harry said. 

We ventured through the large building and eventually made it to the actual shopping part where Harry said the people would come to. All we had to do was find a safe place to hide and wait for them to arrive. Harry lead me to a large shop full of clothes and mannequins. We ducked behind a rack of t-shirts and held each other's hands.

"Listen, they should be here any minute now, we just have to wait. The place shouldn't have any walkers because the doors are heavier than usual, they shouldn't be strong enough to open them. Okay?" Harry said.

"Okay." I responded.

Harry nodded his head and flicked his hair out of his face.

"You did close the back doors, right?" He asked sternly.

My mind raced back to when we first entered the building. Harry didn't give me enough time to close the door, it was open a tiny bit but that couldn't be dangerous could it?

"Uh, yeah I did." I lied. 

Harry raised his eyebrows at me, examining my facial expressions. I was always a horrible liar, but Harry made it seem like I'd never lied in my whole life. He could always tell whether I was telling the truth or not.

"Okay..." He said slowly. 

As he turned to look around the clothing rack I took the opportunity to take a sigh of relief. Thankful that he didn't take the conversation any further. I know it's selfish to lie and incredibly dangerous but it was crystal clear outside and the door is so heavy, no zombie big or small could get through there. A sharp pain was rushing to my head and I felt like the world was spinning.

"Harry..." I trailed off.

My vision blurred but I saw Harry turn around to face me.

"I think I'm gonna'..." My body slumped down to the floor before I could finish my sentence.

"Jesus Bo." Harry said panicked, quickly reaching his arms out to catch me. 

I plummeted into darkness with the sound of Harry whispering mumbled things to me. I felt his warm breath on the side of my head and his strong arms wrapped around me. Protecting me while I slipped from consciousness. 


*Harry's POV*

"Harry I think I'm gonna'..." I heard Bo say faintly behind me. 

I turned around to see her face white as snow and slowly losing strength. She was going to drop to the floor at any second. Suddenly her legs went limp and she fell to the floor. I reached my arms out as fast as I could to try and catch her and I got my arm around her back just in time. I cradled her in my arms and looked around for any danger. In Bo's weakened state we couldn't go through the mall further. Well, she couldn't at least. I wrapped one arm around her back and put my other arm under her legs and lifted her up. I carried her across the room as fast as I could and gently placed her in the corner of the room. I went back to a clothing rack full of fluffy jumpers and took a bunch of those in my hands. I brought them back to where I left Bo and laid them out like a bed. I gently placed Bo on top of the material littered on the floor so she had something soft to lay on. I sat next to her and leant against the wall with my hand gently stroking her cheek. I decided I'd just wait here till I heard something and then figure out what I'd do then. 

After about half an hour of sitting around I heard a bang of doors and a large number of footsteps on the other side of the area. I could hear whispering and the stomping of footsteps. I got up and looked at Bo to make sure she was doing okay, she must've just needed sleep. She had gained her colour back but she was still passed out. I figured I'd just go and find them and let them know we wish to join them and then go back to get Bo. I ran out into the open and followed the footsteps. As I turned the corner of one of the shops I found a large group of people with bags and trolleys huddled in a circle. I looked around for someone who stood out the most to discuss the situation with. A person with bright red hair and arms littered with tattoos stood on the outside of the huddle with his arms crossed and his head looking at the floor. I walked over to him cautiously keeping my hand over my gun in case it was needed. 

"Um, excuse me." I said as calmly as I could. 

The red haired man looked up to me and seemed startled to see an unfamiliar face around. He instantly grabbed a 6 inch blade from his back pocket and held it out in front of him in a threatening manner. I stood back and raised my hands defensively. 

"I'm not here for any trouble, don't hurt me." I said.

The man relaxed slightly and put his blade down lower, still keeping it out. He didn't look much older then I was, he had bright red, scruffy hair with tattoos all down his arms and blue eyes. His skin was pale and he wore a dark blue t-shirt with cargo pants. He scanned my body and tilted his head slightly.

"Who are you?" He asked. His voice sounded a lot less threatening than he looked just moments ago. 

"I'm Harry." I replied, looking him straight in the eyes. They were incredibly blue, you could almost get lost in them.

"Why are you here? How did you survive this long alone?" He asked as he put his knife away. 

"Um well, I'm not alone. I wanted to know if I could join you. My girlfriend is in a shop here but she's passed out, I can't leave her for long. You see, she's pregnant and we need more people for a better chance to survive. She doesn't have a very good chance at making it if we're alone." I explained, swallowing the lump in my throat after the thought of Bo dying during birth came to my mind. 

The red headed man nodded his head as I told him our story and his eyes softened as I told him about Bo. I realised I'd have to be more protective of her if we were to join this colony of survivors, someone could try to make a move on her. I swear to God I'd kill them if they did. 

"Well you've got yourself into something then hey? I'll tell the commander and see what we can do with you. I can't guarantee everyone will accept you and your girlfriend. But I'll try my best to convince them, you seem like a genuine guy so I don't have a problem with you." The man said, smiling. 

I smiled back and pushed some hair out of my face. As the man turned around he stopped for a second before turning back to me.

"My names Ed by the way." He finally introduced himself.

"Nice to met you, Ed." I replied.

He breathlessly laughed and turned back around and disappeared in the mob of people. Surprisingly our conversation didn't pull any attention from others. The group had a number of 30 odd people in it, men and women dressed in heavy duty clothing and weapons made for combat in their hands. Strangely Ed was the only one without a gun. He had nothing but a knife in his back pocket where he could pull it out in a seconds notice. He had a strong build which made him look more threatening. Quite an advantage for someone out here. 

Within moments Ed returned and shortly after a man came through the crowd behind him. He had dark brown eyes and a bald head, his muscles were remarkably large and he wore a grey tank top with cargo pants like Ed's and big steel cap boots. He had a gun slung over his shoulder and bullets around his belt. These people were incredibly heavily loaded with guns and ammo, I silently prayed that they would accept Bo and I, I don't think that they would let us leave alive if they didn't. 

The man silenced the murmuring from everyone and they all turned to what was happening. Large pairs of eyes burned into me, judging me from my looks and build. Some people seemed intimidated, others seemed threatened, glaring at me as I looked around at everyone.

"And who might you be young lad?" The man asked, his voice low and deep with an American accent.

"I'm Harry, sir. Harry Styles." I replied, standing up a little taller.

The man scanned my body and I'm guessing saw the bulge of my gun in my pocket. A small smirk played on his lips as he interrogated me more in front of the entire group of men and women. 

"And what might you be here for?" He asked.

"I'm here to ask for permission to join your group, my girlfriend is in a shop nearby. She's pregnant and we need to be in a safer place with more survivors if we want the baby to be healthy, we can't be sure that she'll survive birth without more assistance than myself." I explained again.

The man nodded and furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. I heard women from around the group sigh or gasp at my news. I saw some people shake their heads and some look at me with pity. I glared at them and clenched my jaw in anger. I didn't like how they judged us, they had no right to do that. I was interrupted from my angered thoughts by someone clearing their throat. I turned my head back to the commander and he stared at me with conflicted eyes.

"You seem like a strong, healthy young man. Though I don't need any more mouths to feed, I'm sorry but I can't accept your request to join us." He said.

Before I could say anything Ed stood forward and confronted the commander.

"Sir if I may speak, Harry could be of some good use to us. He looks like a good fighter and he's fit. We could use someone like him." He said, fiddling with his hands. 

Suddenly a man from within the crowd called out.

"If we have more people that means more lives to worry about and more mouths to feed. Plus his girlfriend is pregnant, I don't think the medical crew are equipped to deliver a baby." He shouted.

A wave of murmurs and whispers flooded through the crowd and another round of glares were shot at me. I stood still and kept my mouth shut, trying not to spit something insulting back at them. 

"Alright everybody shut up! We don't want to alert any infected nearby." The commander shouted.

The crowd went silent and there was a pause between everyone. 

"We'll do a vote. All in favour of letting this young man and his companion join us raise your hand." He said.

I small group of people raised their hands. The chances of them letting us in were no every slim, I had to prepare myself to make a run for it any minute now. I looked over to Ed and sorrow was shown in his eyes. He gave me an "I'm sorry" look and I slightly nodded in appreciation. 

"Now, all in favour of not letting them join raise your hand." The commander continued. 

The rest of the group raised their hands, I looked at the floor and shook my head in disbelief. There were only two more people, two more goddam people asking to join and they couldn't have the courtesy to say yes. 

"Well, that's that then. Sorry about this but it's the new way of life, kiddo." The commander said.

I glared at the crowd and they stared right back with cold eyes. Suddenly before any of them could attack a huge commotion came from behind the group. A section of the crowd parted so the people could get through and a five boys, around my age hurried through the space made for them.

"What's going on here?" A loud Yorkshire accent asked from behind the group of boys.

That voice sounded familiar, I'd heard it before. Could it be?...

"Louis?" I questioned.

Within seconds to saying the name a head peeked around the group of boys and a smile instantly came on his face. My best friend, Louis Tomlinson was here. He was alive, he was a survivor.

"Harry?" He asked. 

I smiled and nodded my head. There was a confused silence between everyone as I was reunited with my best friend.

"Harry!" He shouted and ran up to me. He wrapped his arms around me and for a second I wasn't sure whether to hug back or not. I decided to just go with it and hug him back. There were questions being thrown around in the crowd of people and in the group of boys Louis was with. Louis soon let go of me and turned to the crowd.

"It's my friend Harry!" He shouted to everyone.
The confusion plastered on their faces slightly disappeared and some smiles came to a few peoples faces. After our hick reunion the commander approached us and looked just as confused as everyone else.

"You know this man?" He asked Louis.

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Is he staying with us?" He replied.

There was an awkward silence and I looked at the ground, not wanting to see his face.

"Um, well the group had a vote and..." The commander replied uncomfortably.

I looked up slightly to Louis and that smile that was there before had disappeared. He looked at me and his eyes glossed slightly. That's the thing with Louis, he cries easily.

"No...please let him stay." He asked.

"Louis it's o-" I said before I was interrupted.

"No it's not okay, there is one person here and we can even bother to let him stay. I know how well you could be for us, and anyone would be stupid not to think that you were a bad fighter. I've seen you in your fights Harry and you beat the shit out of them. Sir you have to let him stay, please." He begged.

The commander shook his head and rubbed his forehead. Clearly frustrated by Louis lack of cooperation.

"Okay fine he can stay. I hope you're right Louis." He said.

Louis turned back to me and smiled I gave him a small smile in return and kept my head low.

"Don't make me regret this, Tomlinson." The commander said sternly.

Louis nodded his head and walked back over to me while everyone wandered around the area talking to each other, waiting for the commanders further instructions. The group of boys who Louis was with before walked up to us and Ed stood by my side as well. 

"It's good to have you here." Ed said.

I smiled and thanked him while Louis told his friends about me. Apparently their names were Zayn, Liam and Niall and Louis had met them through this clan of survivors.

We spoke among ourselves and told each other about ourselves when suddenly a smell of smoke washed through our senses. Seconds after someone ran back to us screaming and covered in ash.

"There's a bloody fire and walkers, we need to get out of here!" The man shouted.

 

Authors note:

Hey everyone I'm so sorry for the lack of chapters! I made this one EXTRA long for you guys since I haven't updated for weeks. I hope you all like this chapter. Are you's happy for the rest of the boys to be in it? Let me know in the comments! Your comments make my day guys so thankyou so much for the support. I'll see yous next chapter!

~Emily

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