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


4. Chapter 4



Chapter 4.

We arrived home and Taylor was laid down on the bed. Her body was white from loss of blood and she had dark bags under her eyes. She looked skinnier than usual, maybe it was just from being too pale. Harry knelt by her side and held her hand and wept. She was unconscious due to limited blood in her body. She beautiful blonde headed girl was slowly fading away to death right before our eyes. It must've been heart breaking for Harry.

4 days later and Taylor had started to transform. She had woken up and she could talk, but only just.

 "Harry, please kill me. Don't let me become one of them." She pleaded.

 "There is no way in hell I am going to do that to you, I'll probably end up doing it to myself." Harry replied, sniffling at the same time.

 "Bo, do you mind if we can have a minute?" Taylor asked drearily.

 "Yeah sure, I'm so sorry this happened to you Taylor." I replied with tears rolling down my face. 

"Thankyou..." She whispered. 

I disappeared upstairs and watched the world through the window.

*Harrys POV*

I watched Bo slowly walk upstairs. I was mad at her, if she had've gone faster up that ladder Taylor would've been out of reach of them. I turned to my girlfriend and waited for her to speak. 

"Harry, please look after her. Make sure this never happens to her. I don't want you on your own." She whispered. 

"I will." I promised.

 "And remember, no matter what, I'll always love you." Taylor said. 

"I love you too..." I said as I kissed her on the cheek. 

After I did that Taylor wouldn't let me kiss her. She was scared I would catch the virus, it broke my heart that soon she would slip away from me forever. I laid my head on the mattress and cried my eyes out. 

*Bo's POV*

I heard someone come upstairs. I was sitting in the girls room on the windowsill staring at some crows peck at something dead on the road. Harry stood before me staring into my eyes.

 "Get up." His raspy voice commanded sourly. I slowly stood up and stared at him frightened.

"Your the one who did this to her, it's all your fault." He huffed. 


I backed up against the wall and he slammed his fists either side of me into it, denting the wall. 

"If you hadn't of been so goddam slow she wouldn't be like this, she wouldn't be dying!" He yelled. 

Tears welled up in my eyes, I was so small compared to him. If we were to get into a physical fight he definitely would have the advantage. He stared at me with our faces just centimetres apart, his orbs were completely black. I'd never seen anyone's eyes change colour like that. He gave me a cold stare for a moment until I let out a frightened sob and he snapped back into reality. His eyes instantly changed back into the green they own and he turned away from me, staring outside. 

"She's gonna die, you know that?" Harry said.


Harry walked downstairs without looking at me. I followed him down and Taylor stared at us worriedly.

"What was that Haz?" Taylor asked.

"What was what?" Harry replied bluntly.

"All that banging upstairs, I heard it from down here."

Harry stood still, his own thoughts running through his head. I knew he was trying to think of a good answer, he probably didn't realise that all that smashing against the wall reached downstairs. Taylor cleared her throat in order to get Harry to notice. 

"Oh, umm...nothing." His answer was unconvincing, but Taylor let it slide.

She looked at me, her eyes widened when she saw my red eyes and runny nose. She looked over at Harry questionably, he just shook his head and fixed his curls and disappeared into the kitchen. 

"Did he yell at you?" Taylor asked me.  

I looked down at the floor and nodded my head in confirmation. 

"I told him not to, I can't believe he didn't listen to me!" Taylor exclaimed.

She attempted to get out of bed, I quickly raced over to stop her but before I got there she fell to the ground in a heap and let out a small cry. Her legs were extremely thin and her veins were protruding on her calves. Her skin was white and she had black toenails. Her physical features were becoming zombie-like, and soon her brain and organs would shut down and she would fully transform. Her hair was becoming thinner and small chunks were falling off her head. She looked less frightening under the covers, all you could see was the top half of her body, her legs really added to her look. She reminded me of my grandma in my dream. 

I grabbed hold of her hand and helped her up, wrapping my arm around her torso. I could feel her ribs and spine through her skin, my stomach churned while assisting her back into bed.

"Don't worry about it, he didn't hurt me, he's just mad he'll come round." I said.

This seemed to calm Taylor down, she slumped back into bed and tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. 

"Bo, please take care of him, please don't give up on him." She pleaded.

"I promise."

Taylor closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep while I went and searched for Harry. I got up and walked into the front room. He wasn't in there. I looked in the bathroom and looked behind the shower curtain, not there either. Im glad he wasn't there, I didn't fancy seeing him in the nude. I continued on my search. I went back into the lounge room when I heard plates smash and cutlery scatter on the floor. I ran to the kitchen and saw Harry standing there with the items spread out on the floor. He looked up at me and his eyes were the black that they had just moments before. 

"Harry?" I whispered.

He walked towards me and stood right in front of me and just stared into my eyes. 

"Harry what's wrong?" 

I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him away from his anger. My thumb gently rubbed his palm and it seemed to calm him down. A couple of minutes later and his eyes had fully turned back into the beautiful green and he was talking to me again. 

"What happened in here?" He asked worriedly. 

"Um, I heard a smash, so I came in and you were standing over there and this was all here." I replied quietly.

Harry's face dropped, everything that was piled up on the bench was smashed and scattered all over the floor. He seemed shocked that he could do this much damage. 

"I-I'm sorry, I'll clean it up." 

He quickly go to his knees and started picking up broken bits of plate and knives and forks from the floor. I walked to the other side of the room and started helping.

"I can do it myself, you'll just get hurt." Harry exclaimed.

"I am quite capable of cleaning up a couple of broken plates." I replied sharply. 

I wanted to show him that I could be of help in some situations. As I picked up a piece of ceramic plate it slipped from my hand and put a deep cut across my palm. I winced in pain and let out a small cry. Harry looked over to me and got up frustratingly.

"I told you you would get hurt." Harry said.

He came over to me and got a cloth from the cupboard and wrapped it around my hand. As he was nursing my wound we felt someone appear in the doorway. Taylor.

"What are you doing up? How did you get the strength to..." Harry trailed off.

Taylor didn't looked like herself, her eyes were bloodshot red. She stood in the doorway with the veins in her neck protruding through the skin, saliva running down her chin.

"Harry?...." I whispered. Harry clenched his fists, I think he knew what was coming.

Taylor let out a deathly scream and ran towards me, stepping right onto the broken shards of glass on the tiles. I let out a frightened scream and braced myself for what she would do to me until I heard a fry pan hit the floor. Harry had grabbed it and thrown it at his deformed girlfriend. 

"Get away from her!" He boomed. Taylor wiped her mouth and charger towards him. Harry punched her in the stomach and kicked her into the next room. I can't believe he was doing this to her, I didn't think he would be strong enough emotionally to do that. He stomped into the next room and looked at her sprawled on the floor. I looked at the kitchen floor and saw smudged footprints in blood on the tiles. The glass must've cut Taylor's feet, duh. 

"What the hell are you doing?!" Harry yelled at Taylor. She let out a strange scream and got back on her feet again. 

"Bo get me something to protect us with!" Harry ordered.

"What about your gun?" I called back.

"There is no way in hell I am going to shoot her, now get me something now!" He yelled. I didn't hesitate, I ran into the laundry and found a old ruined ironing board. It was completely crushed but it had one but of straight metal from one of the legs hanging off of it. I pulled it off the board and returned into the lounge room where Harry was standing with a chair, shielding himself from Taylor. 

"Will this do?" I asked. Harry looked at me and took it and hit Taylor on the legs with it. She screamed and backed away from us.

"Yeah that'll do, thanks."

Harry backed Taylor into the front room and opened the door to the porch. Using the chair and bar he got her outside and closed the door. He locked us in and leant up against the wall sighing and slid down onto the floor and cupped his face in his hands. I stood in the doorway and stared at him. He was trying his hardest not to cry, but it's obvious it's all he wanted to do. 

I sat down next to him and stared at the opposite wall. He let go of his head and rested his hands on his knees. I grabbed one of them and held it reassuringly in mine. He looked at our hands and then up at me. I stared into his eyes and his cheeks were wet from tears. I moved to sit in front of him and he changed his seating position to crossed legged and I held his hands and felt the ridges and edges of his fingers. We stayed like that for about 10 minutes and then sat in silence. 

"I'm sorry this happened to you Harry, you don't deserve it." I whispered. 

Harry stared into my eyes and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

"Me too..."

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