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.


15. Less Than Perfect

I walked out of the room shutting the door behind me. I was still shaking from what I saw. Was Lia actually right? Was he really just using me? No. I can’t think like that. He promised me we’d leave if I wanted to and now I want to. He said he cared about me. Part of me knew I was lying to myself he doesn’t care. He just needed a partner and now he has one. They all made me feel awful and I got more injured by them then the zombies. There is something fucked up about that. When I walked in the room Rick turned around and walked towards me.

“You ready for more bitch?” He smiled evilly.

“Leave me alone.” I glared at him tears in my eyes. I can’t take this, not now.

“Why what’s wrong you didn’t like it?” He asked moving towards me stroking me where he grabbed me causing me to flinch.

“Of course not! You came on to me and then you grabbed me. How could I like that?” I yelled at him.

“Shut up bitch!” He yelled smacking me in the head probably giving me a concussion. Damn that kid was strong. “Don’t worry baby you’ll like it soon enough.” He smirked trying to pull me towards him but I tried to pull away which only caused him to grab me rougher.

“Let her go.” Harry’s voice echoed across the room. He was still shirtless, his shirt in hand.

“Or what pretty boy.” Rick smiled. Harry glared at him took two steps forward and punched him in the face. Rick crumbled to the ground and Harry grabbed me and pulled me into the room I slept in.

“Are you ok?” He asked worried looking me up and down, surveying my well being.

“No.” I said and broke down into tears. He reached for me but I just pulled away.

“What's wrong?”

“Are you just using me?” I asked softly looking into his eyes.

“Why would you say that?” He asked giving me an unreadable expression.

“Because Lia said you were and that you didn’t even like me and then she told me to back off then slapped me. Then, Rick came in the room and kissed me then you walked in and then you left and I pushed him off me and he punched me so I threatened to shoot him and he left.” I said quickly.

“Wait she slapped you? That doesn’t sound like Lia.” He glared at me.

“Ya because you’re the Lia expert now?” I said angrily. “I guess since you made out with her it means y’all are so in touch with each other.”

“Autumn I didn’t say that I just meant that’s not what I’ve gathered from her.” He said softly.

“Then lets leave.” I said quickly.

“What?” He replied looking shocked.

“Let’s leave. You told me if I feel less then perfect we can go and since I got smacked twice I think I have a viable reason to want to go.”

“I can’t leave now.” Harry exclaimed and my heart fell.

“And why is that.” I snapped.

“Because I kind of like her.” He said rubbing the back of his neck.


“Ya.” He trailed off. “She was just being possessive of me.”

“Possessive? You have got to be fucking KIDDING me! She’s been doing this to me my entire life! Bullying me and making my life a living hell but you know what Harry y’all are perfect for each other I hope you are very happy.” I snapped. Damn him and his perfect hair and his perfect abs.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He yelled.

“What the hell do you mean? You and her are the same. You only look out for number one and only do what you want all of the time no matter who you hurt in the process!” I yelled back.

“That’s not true.”

“Oh really because I believe you promised me you’d leave when I don’t feel perfect and I feel like SHIT! So I’m leaving whether you come or not.” He just stared at me and I knew his answer.

“Fine.” I snapped.

I could feel the tears flowing down my face but I don’t care anymore. I ran past him purposely bumping into his shoulder while I ran out the door. Both Rick and Lia looked at me as I ran but I couldn’t care less what they thought anymore. I grabbed my gun, the bullets, and my bagon my way out the door. I could hear my name being called in the corner of my mind but I didn’t care anymore. I guess it was time to be on my own now.

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