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.


8. She's Mine

When I woke up I had no idea where I was. I looked up at the ceiling above me, which looked carpeted? What the hell. Suddenly all of yesterday’s memories flowed back. I sighed and rolled back onto my side onto my pillow, which didn’t feel like my bag. I picked my head up slightly to look at my pillow and saw chest. Oh. My. God! I am asleep on Harry. Nope. No no no no nope. He had his arm wrapped around my waist and I blushed pulling out of his grasp. Harry stirred and slowly blinked opening his eyes.

“Morning” He grumbled in his raspy morning voice which, even I have to admit, is sexy.

“Umm morning.” I replied awkwardly. “Weren’t you supposed to be keeping watch?”

“Shit! I’m sorry I must have fallen asleep.” He grumbled sleepily.

“Ya whatever it’s fine. We should probably get a move on if we ever want to reach my house and put a shirt on for heavens sake you’re going to give a girl a bloody heart attack.” When did he even take it off again like seriously who does he think he is Channing Tatum.

Harry laughed and put on a shirt as I climbed to the front of the car and started it. The parking lot around us was bare and there was no one in sight. Harry climbed up front and I started driving. Looking at the gas meter I realized we were almost on empty.

“Hey Harry we are going to have to stop to get some gas.” Is there even gas anymore. Wow the world is a strange place now.

“Ok.” Harry replied, “Then can we get some food because I am STARVING?”

It didn’t take long for us to find a gas station. I pulled off the highway and into the gas station parking lot. It was practically deserted here. There was only one overturned car and no zombies that I could see. I pulled up to the pump, parking the car and shutting it off. I threw the keys in the car on the drivers seat and grabbed my wallet.

“Go get some food and other supplies I’ll wait with the car.” I told Harry. He nodded and walked back into the store.

I thought to myself as the car filled with gas. What happens now? We get to my house and then what? Is this my life now to wander and try not to die because I’m really not happy with that? I guess you spend it with the people you love but how am I even supposed to find them. I don’t know if I like the idea of spending the rest of my life with Harry. He’s basically an asshole, a hot asshole my subconscious adds. He’s rude though but I wonder if he has any soft side to him or if he’s just a jerk all the time.

The gas clicked causing me to jump. I sighed and pulled the pump out of the car putting it back in the hole. I turned back around and closed the gas tank sighing.

“Hello sweet cheeks.” A manly voice spoke harshly in my ear. I shrieked. What the hell is going on. I wasn’t expecting to be taken during a freakin zombie apocalypse. The man grabbed by arm and pulled me to him. “Where we off to in such a hurry? Why don’t you stay a bit and we can have some fun?” He grinned sickeningly licking his lips.

“Let me go!” I screamed and struggled to get out of his grip smacking his arm and trying to hit him but he just gripped me tighter causing me to yelp out in pain.

“You’re a cute little thing ain’t ya? Bet you fuck different guys every day you little slut and even if you don’t I guess you’ll be my little slut.” He snarled getting closer to me as he started to grope me making me want to be sick or die.

“Autumn!” Harry screamed running out of the gas station. Damn I’ve never been so happy to see him. “Let her go.” He sounded mad damn. Like he’s going to kill this guy.

“You didn’t tell me you were here with someone.” The man whispered harshly in my ear. “Your little pretty boyfriend fucks you then eh?” Harry ran over to us but the man pulled a knife out of his pocket.

“Let us go and there won’t be a problem.” The man commanded pulling me away with him.

“No.” Harry replied.

“Why? Is this your girl?” The man sneered. Harry gave him an unreadable look and the man smiled evily.

“Oh it isn’t. Dude you haven’t been fucking this? You haven’t felt this body?” The man asked running his hand down my waist and back up groping me again causing me to flinch away. “Man you are missing out. I can’t wait to feel her body for real. No clothes completely naked as I pound..”

“Let. Her. Go.” Harry said angrily, his British voice causing him to sound dangerous and angry. He had his hands balled into a fist and he looked like he was about to explode. The man only laughed.

“Naw man I’m good now hand me the keys or I cut her neck.” He ordered holding the knife up to my neck. Well that escalated quickly. I could feel myself shaking this was literally the scariest thing more so than those stupid freaking zombies. I am going to die or get raped or something. Even with this fucked up world I didn’t think this was going to happen.

“I don’t have the keys. Please just be reasonable just let her go.” Harry persuaded slowly walking toward us looking slightly panicked. I could sense a hint of anger under the surface.

“Back up.” The man ordered digging the knife slightly into my skin causing me to cry out. Harry stopped and looked at me concerned.

“How can you ask me to be reasonable? The zombies turned my whole family. I had to kill them all.”  The man started crazily laughing. “The world has gone to shit and all I want is some fun.” The man carried on. I noticed Harry reach into his back pocket. His back pocket what the hell is he doing I’m going to die here. He’s hopeless.

“Besides what's important about her? She doesn’t belong to anyone ‘cept me now.” He laughed.

“She’s mine.” Harry snarled pulling the gun out of his pocket and pulling the trigger. I heard the bang and felt blood splatter on me. He had shot the guy in the shoulder. Wow he has more guts then I thought.

“What the hell man? You shot me.” The man said collapsing against the wall holding his shoulder. Harry walked towards me and grabbed me by the arm. The man was still yelling but the pounding in my ears from adrenaline and fear was blocking my vision and what was going on. Suddenly Harry yelled beside me flinching away and grabbing me slightly tighter, pulling me out of my daze. The man had jumped forward cutting Harry’s arm. Harry grabbed his arm letting me go and the guy grabbed me again.

“Harry!” I yelled back at him.

“Come on honey time to go.” The man snarled.

“No!” I shouted kicking him in the balls. Harry had slightly recovered his adrenaline surging him forward. He grabbed my arm dragging me to the passenger seat of the car. I looked around and noticed our spat had attracted the creatures. They started approaching Harry and the man.

“Don’t leave!” The man begged. “You can’t just leave me here.”

Harry got into the car as the creatures attacked the man. I could hear his screams as Harry sped off onto the highway.

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