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.


17. Start it all Over Again

Far in the distance a figure watched me, just standing and staring. I struggled to stand but couldn’t. I was too weak. I was still startled from that dream it had felt so real. Everything was still foggy and Harry as a zombie reaching for me replayed in my head. He seemed to form out of the fog that had reappeared around me. He would be formed perfectly out of the mist reaching to make me one of him, like a ghost. He would get so close as I would back further into the fog, the figure still watching. Am I going crazy? How can a dream haunt me this way?

Suddenly the sharp pain radiated through my core making me scream out and double over in pain. What is happening to me? I looked up at the figure which started walking towards me. More Harry's appeared reaching for me. Memories, forms of the dream, or my mind just fabricating him smiling at me. They all reached for me and they all seemed so real. Was I dying? Is this what happens when you die, or am I really going crazy. There were so many forms of him in the fog, trying to engulf me. I screamed out as they suffocated me and I felt a hand on my shoulder, which only caused me to shriek and back away from the Harry who had touched me. As he touched me the other figures disappeared along with the smoke.

"Autumn?" The Harry asked. How is it talking to me.

"Stay back." I yelled, fear evident in my voice. "You're not real you can't hurt me." I sounded so weak how can I sound like that?

"What are you talking about?" The Harry asked bending down beside me. 

"You're just a ghost leave me alone." I was shaking now. This was all too real.

"Ok I think you fell into the loony bin. Come on you wonker let's get you up." He reached for me again but I flinched away.

"How are you taking me? You aren't real!" I yelled.

"I am real. I don't know why your unsure of that." He looked at me with genuine confusion. Maybe it really is him, maybe he really is back. I sighed and tried to get up. He pulled me up to my feet and I tried to ground myself getting a sudden burst of strength. I took one look at his relieved grin and slapped him across the face. Wow he came back. The real Harry was here but what the hell for?

"Hmm good to know you are real." I glared at him. I pushed past him and started to walk towards the road.

"Autumn wait!" He yelled after me.

"It's too late for that" I yelled back.

"Let me explain myself!" 

"I don't want to hear it Styles leave me alone!" I snapped. He was running and had caught up to me now, grabbing me by the arm and turning me to face him.

"Let me explain." He spoke harshly.

"Let me go!" I shrieked pounding his hand.

"Not until you hear me out!" He yelled.

"Fine! Whatever but then I'm gone you jerky asshole!"

"I shouldn't have left you. You were right and I messed up again, except for real this time. After you left Rick made a comment about you leaving saying that 'you were too much of a pussy to handle anything' and that you were a horrible snog or something like that and that 'you weren't woman enough for this world and that you should just go die'. Lia was laughing too, about what he was saying and I just sort of lost it. I punched Rick again well more like pummeled him into pulp but Lia stopped me before I could completely destroy him. Then she tried to kiss me and I told her that she was a bitch and that she should just go." He trailed off growling with angry tears in his eyes. "I guess my attacking attracted them and they finished the job for me." He spat through his teeth a guilty angry look in his eyes.

"Harry what do you mean." I replied softly understanding what he was saying but not believing the truth.

"They're one of the zombies now. She called out for me as they grabbed her but I couldn't, I didn't save her and worst of all I lost you in the process." He sighed reaching towards me to move a piece of hair away from my face. I slapped his hand away.

"So what you think some shitty apology is enough to get me to talk to you again? Nice try. I trusted you." I looked at him with such bitter betrayal and he shrugged away with guilt. "And there is no way you will ever get that back." I walked away again but I could hear him following me.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!" I yelled at him turning full around to face him.  I still felt so weak and I couldn’t believe my body was still holding me up. "You kiss, me you tell me you think I'm perfect, yet you tease me, leave me, embarrass me, leave me for the enemy. What do you want? I'm done with the games."

"God I don't know ok!" He yelled at me, running his hand through his hair. "This is all so messed up and confusing ok! I'm doing the best I can and I made a mistake. All I know is that I trust you with my whole life and that I expected to finish this together and then you left and I saw you kiss Rick and I was just confused and pissed. Can we please just start over?" He finally stopped talking staring at me. I just looked at him speechless. I was even more confused then before. Did he actually like me? Is that what he was trying to say or did he just need a partner? We keep going in this same freakin circle and I am done. Maybe starting over is good. Starting over with no romance only a partnership completely 100% platonic.

"Yes we can start over but I don't trust you, you lost that and I don't give it out easily." I sighed tears in my eyes. "Let's just get to the stupid safe haven and be done with this."

"Ok." He sighed. He almost looked disappointed. "I have a motorbike over there that I found. We can take that."

"Ok." I replied walking towards the direction he pointed. It was awkward and silent as we walked over to the bike, both of us wanting to say more but keeping it in. We both swung onto the motorcycle in silence and I wrapped my arms around Harry as we started off. I listened to the beat of his heart with was fast and irregular like he was nervous. My stomach fluttered as I felt myself pressed up against him. That is not platonic body. I didn’t care anymore if his heart beat for me or for someone else or at all, it was me against the world from now on.

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