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.

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16. Smoke Out the Memories

(A/N I would listen to Don't Let Me Go by Harry Styles while reading this chapter! It really fits with the mood!)

I ran for what felt like ages, never stopping, never breathing. I didn't know where I was running it just felt right to go. The world was in shambles around me. There was no one in sight and I constantly ran through smoke and destruction. I hadn't seen a creature for ages. There had been no sign of life just the leftovers of the cruel world we had formed. I didn't care if they found me. Let them come I don't know what I'm trying to work towards anymore. Everyone I care about is probably dead. I can pretend I'm the last person alive in the world and trust me it's the most lonely I have ever felt. Even when Lia made my life a living hell and I felt like the ugliest person alive I had Sam to cheer me up. Sam, Lia, Harry. Harry. 

My feet thrummed against the ground, thump thump thump, left right left right , 1 2 1, 2. Harry left me. He left me for my enemy. He's not worth it. The smoke around me mocked me, making shapes that reminded me of his dimples, his smile, his eyes. Those damn eyes that made me believe in him, that made me trust him. He broke my walls down and he tested me and I let him. I let him abuse my feelings I let him break me down and now I have to pay for it.

I finally stopped and silence surrounded me like the fog and the smoke. I was out of breath and I felt faint. When was the last time I ate or drank? My head was ponding and everything was becoming fuzzy. I kept expecting to see him running after me yelling my name with that stupid cheeky grin on his face. I would kiss him and he would kiss me back. I wanted him to kiss me. I don't know why. It's the stupidest thing in the world. We've only known each other for a couple of days but I trusted him more than people I've known my whole life. I can't say I'm in love with him because I'm not. A crush is too weak though. There's no words to describe how I feel about him except that I trusted him to keep me safe and that we would work together towards whatever tragic end. It was the stupidest thing I have ever believed. I knew he would fool me yet I did nothing. I didn't realize I was shaking until I collapsed to the ground. I was in the middle of the road and despite the knowledge that no cars would be coming my way I dragged myself into the ditch by the side of the road and cried myself to sleep or death it was too hard to see the line anymore. I felt weak and alone. I could feel myself giving up and why shouldn’t I? I’m alone.

 

 

When I awoke the fog had lifted and I realized I was in an empty field. It was so quiet and there was no sign of life anywhere. The bruise on my head was throbbing and my inside ached for some reason that I could not identify. I felt like I had been kicked repeatedly in the gut yet I know I hadn't. I wasn't hungry but maybe I was dehydrated or maybe my system forgot how to feel. I tried to sit myself up and tried to survey my surroundings more. This was the same place where me and Harry slept that night in the car. Had I really ran so far or were we just going in circles. I could still see the tire tracks from when we drove away, the two of us and I say down in the place the car used to sit. 

The flashback started in my mind like I was watching tv. The memory of Harry just chilling without a shirt on and me yelling at him because I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed because I liked it. I was too stubborn to admit it then but to let him go ill have to accept what I felt. I watched him smile at me and pull on the shirt. My own cheeks burned with the memory. The memory of him.
The memory sent me into a dreamy sleep. Different flashes of memory blurred into my vision, a flipped car, screaming, pain, an ambulance, Harry's eyes and just like that I was sucked into a different reality. Harry was shaking me awake.

"Winters, Winters? Wake up. I need you wake up." He repeated worry etched into his features It even seemed like there were tears in his eyes. 

"Harry what are you doing here?" I snapped but it came out more as a weak croak.

"I was wrong."

"You were what?" I replied stunned. Is the Harry Styles admitting he was wrong.

"I was wrong I never should have left you. You were meant to join me." He smiled evily causing chills to creep up my spine.

"I was meant to join you?" I questioned. Harry's eyes suddenly shifted, turning red and rolling into his head, and I saw the group of people following him. Zombies. Harry's a zombie. He smiled once at me before lunging and I let out a blood curdling scream awaking me from my nightmare and bringing me back to the empty field. Well the almost empty field. 

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