The Undead - A Harry Styles Fanfic

It’s the beginning of the end. The apocalypse is at hand and a virus has broken out over the entire nation leaving few survivors. What happens when Autumn, one of the few survivors, has to fight her way to survive? Will she be able to concur the problems she’ll face and what will happen when she meet a curly haired singer? Read to find out! I promise you won’t be disappointed!

Disclaimer: In no way am I trying to suggest the real Harry Style’s opinions, feelings, or personality. I am only using him as a character of my imagination and am only referencing his place in society and his appearance.


19. Feeling Our Hands Intertwined

When I awoke florescent lights shone in my eyes and a weird feeling of anxiety that I couldn’t place filled my stomach. I heard an exhale of relief beside me and I turned to see Harry who was sitting in a chair beside my bed. Wait bed. I looked around the room and realized I was in a hospital room. The walls were white and the curtain was pulled on the window so I couldn’t tell if it was night or day. I looked back at Harry and he looked exhausted to say the least. He had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept for days and he was wearing a different shirt then before. He looked worried and was staring at me.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” He asked softly.

“I’m ok how long has it been? What happened?” I asked nervously.

“About two days and after I heard you say something I started to slow down to here but then you let go so I slammed on my breaks. Thankfully this threw you into me but you still fell off before I could totally catch you so you hit the ground a bit and the bike fell and you twisted your ankle and are a bit scratched up. You also had a concussion and I’m so sorry Autumn I wasn’t able to protect you. As soon as you collapsed I rushed you here and you’ve been asleep since.”

“Wow really? You don’t need to be sorry you took pretty damn good care of me since I’m only in here for a twisted ankle and a minor concussion and not broken bones and road rash.” I smiled at him.

“It’s uh a major concussion and dehydration too and it’s no problem at all I would do it again in a heartbeat.” He smiled back.

“Damn that Rick is strong.” I sighed under my breath.

“The concussion it’s from him when he smacked me in the head.”

“I’m going to kill that bastard.” Harry snarled.

“It’s fine Styles I’m fine now. Thank you again for your help.”

I felt a pressure on my hand. I looked down at my hand and I realized that we were holding hands. I blushed and Harry moved his hand and cleared his throat.

“Umm sorry.”

“Its ok I didn’t mind.” I smiled at him. That’s not platonic Autumn. He gave me a small smile and grabbed my hand again, which made me blush again.

We sat like that for a while just in silence and Harry put his head down on my bed and fell asleep. Still holding my hand I should add. It did give me some time to think though. We were so close to the safe haven and yet Harry sat here with me. I can’t imagine how worried he is about his friends. I know it’s the right thing to do to send him after them but I don’t want him to go. It’s so selfish and I squeeze my eyes shut trying to find a way to make it ok to send him off but I can’t find one. Why do I like him so much? I mean besides the obvious hotness. He’s been a right jerk to me and yet I keep letting him in. He looks so peaceful as he sleeps, so innocent. I should hate him I shouldn’t trust him I shouldn’t keep letting him In but I do and I keep doing it. Maybe I should stop thinking too much and just be maybe I should just enjoy the moment since the worlds freakin ending. I let my thoughts linger as I dozed off again.

When I woke up again a doctor was in my room. He was pretty good looking if I do say so myself. He had dark hair that was in a messy crop on his head. He was tall and well built. I felt Harry stir beside me and he sat up rubbing his eyes and acting adorably sleepy.

“Well good you’re up now!” The doctor smiled at me. “I’m Dylan Herringer you’re doctor.”

“Hi.” I smiled at him flirtily. I looked over at Harry who was giving Dr. Herringer a death glare and he gripped my hand harder.

“So you’re vitals are good and that head seems to be healing. How are you feeling?”

“Just tired and sore. How long am I going to have to stay here?”

“Well on normal circumstances I would say you could go home but since these aren’t normal circumstances about a week.” He winked at me and Harry sent him another death glare.

“Alright thanks doc.” I smiled as he walked out the door.

“I don’t like him.” Harry said after he was out of earshot.

“You just don’t like him because he’s hot.” I laughed.

“What! You think that douche is hot?” He replied shocked.

“Haha goodnight Harry I’m going back to sleep.” I chuckled.

“Autumn do you?” He whined causing me to laugh again before I fell asleep.

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