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.


10. Home is where your heart bled

We pulled up in front of my house and Harry turned off the car. We sat in silence for a minute both just staring out at the street. Everything looked just as I left it minus a lot of cars. It seemed the world hadn’t changed even though it had flipped upside down. Maybe Sam’s home dang is she going to flip. She’s quite the One Direction fan it would be hilarious. My heart lifted at the thought of being with my best friend again.

“Are you ready to go in?” I finally asked breaking the silence.

“Sure” He smiled.

We got out of the car and went towards my front door. I pulled the keys out of my duffle bag and opened my house. I switched the lights on bathing the room in light causing me to be momentarily blind. When my eyes adjusted I noticed that everything was messed up. To say my mouth hit the floor was an understatement. I walked into my entrance room slowly surveying the damage. I couldn’t see into the kitchen from the angle but I could see the door to my room was open. No way I’m checking that yet. Sam’s room was open too. I ran towards her room but everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. I got to her doorway and looked inside. The room was torn to shreds everything ripped apart and thrown around. The worst thing of all was the bloody handprint smeared on the mirror and the pool of blood below. I was so shocked I just stood still staring at it for a moment until all of my fear and feelings hit me like a title wave. I screamed out like something from a horror movie. Harry ran in.

“What? What's wrong?” He asked concerned. I just pointed to the blood and started to sob.

“Shhhhh. It’s ok.” He comforted me holding me as I sobbed into his chest. He pulled me out to the living room where we sat down on my couch.

We just sat there for a long time, him comforting me while I sobbed. Sam’s gone. She’s gone. I lost my best friend and my entire being was filled with such deep greif I couldn’t think or feel anything else. After a while my tears started to recess and I just lay on his chest sniffling.

“Why did this have to happen?” I asked softly.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know how much more I can take.” I said feeling tears well up in my eyes again.

“Hey. Hey. Listen.” Harry said. “We are in this together. You can’t give up yet.”

He looked at his watch looking around. He looked distracted and insincere. It wasn’t like earlier. Now he was lying. I was a complete 360 from earlier I hope jerk Harry’s not back I don’t think I could take that too.

“You probably wouldn’t care if I did give up though would you because if I did we could go after your little friends?” I replied slowly looking him in the eyes. He is playing me. I don’t need this now.

“What no!” He replied shocked but I could hear the lie in his voice.

“Whatever Styles. You want to be that way.” I shook my head and got up angrily.

“I’m going to take a shower. If you want to as well there is a guest room to the right of the kitchen.” I said simply turning away.

“Autumn wait!” Harry said standing up but I went into my bedroom shutting and locking the door.

I leaned against the door and looked into my room. It didn’t suffer nearly as much damage. It looked shuffled through and the window was broken but no blood and nothing I couldn’t fix. I wandered into the bathroom and looked at my reflection. To say I looked like a mess is an understatement. My blonde hair, which was pulled up in a bun, was a mess, sticking up in every direction. There was dried blood all over me and my brown eyes were puffy and red. I pulled my hair out and let it fall down by back. I stripped turning on the hot shower and let the water run over my body. Afterwards I got out brushed my hair and pulled on sweats, a sports bra, and a t-shirt.

I can’t believe I fell for Harry’s game. How stupid can I be? Like really. I’m just like all of the other girls to him. He played me and is using me. I knew it too which makes me feel even worse and his little nice act today broke my ice-cold heart. Well two can play that game. It’s a game he wants, it’s a game he’s damn well going to get. And you bet your ass I’m going to win.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I was starving. When I walked in Harry was sitting on the couch in a different outfit and wet hair framing his face. He had the TV on but he turned and looked at me when I walked in. I walked past him into the kitchen.

“There’s nothing there.” Harry said as I opened the fridge proving him right. I slammed it shut and walked towards my room. Harry jumped up and grabbed my arm.

“Wait. Autumn can we talk please.” He said softly in my ear. He thinks he so slick being all flirty trying to pull me in. Well guess what it’s not going to work.

“No. We can’t.” I said pulling out of his arm. What does he even want to say that we need to go see his friends because they’re part of some sex gang how about no.

“Autumn! Wait.” He yelled after me. “Isn’t there any friend that you would take a bullet for?”

“Ya.” I replied turning back. “But she’s dead. Thanks for reminding me.”

I slammed my bedroom door again. My mind drifted to Sam again. She is like my sister I’d do anything for her and she’d do anything for me. We’re like partners in crime but she’s gone now. She’s probably a zombie now as evidenced from her room. I’m not surprised she fought. That’s just Sam.

Maybe I am being a little too hard on Harry. I would be the same way if it were Sam on the other end. No actually I wouldn’t I tell myself because I actually have empathy and a heart for other people. I sighed crawling in bed resting my head on my pillow. Thoughts of Sam’s room floated in my head as I fell asleep but the last image I saw before I went under was of a curly haired singer.

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