The Living (Sequel to The Undead) - A Harry Styles Fanfic

Continuation of The Undead read the first one to find out more! DON'T READ MORE UNLESS YOU WANT A PLOT SPOILER FOR THE UNDEAD!!

After Autumn awakes images of her dream life with Harry haunts her dreams. Will she be able to get him to remember her or will fate bring them together! Read more to find out!


8. Chapter 6 - Lies


Autumn's POV


"Sam?!" I yelled into the phone. "Sam!" There was no answer. I considered calling 911 but I wanted to try for a few more minutes before that. There were probably people around right? Someone'll answer. I kept calling for what felt like twenty minutes, not leaving voicemails just constant calling. Finally she picked up.

"Sam that was not funny I thought you got freakin murdered!" I yell over the line immediately.

"Hello?" I hear a voice ask into the telephone. I recognize the voice almost immediately, it sounds exactly like Harry. Whoever is with Sam is a sick bitch.

"Who is this?" I snap. "You better not have done anything to Sam is she ok?"

"Ya she's fine." He answers. "She is just letting me talk to you for a second."

"What the hell is going on? Who is this?" I ask. God I hope she's ok. He's probably going to murder her.

"Its Harry...Styles." He says and I instantly go silent. I feel myself believing him I can feel myself gaining hope and getting excited that I instantly bury into my stomach.

"What kind of sick fuckin joke is this? Do you think this is funny? Is that what you want a laugh? This is low and you can tell Sam that that this is low and I won't be speaking to her for a while because she knows how I feel about this situation. I'm tired of people making fun of poor Autumn who got hit buy a frikin car and fell into a concussion and fell in love with someone who will probably never know that I exist. Go ahead laugh but you're an asshole so good night." I yell into the phone.

I'm done being messed with by everyone, by my best friend. What's even the point anymore I should just move back to Canada where no one will find me, where they won't know what happened. Sighing I crawl into my bed and bury my face into a pillow where I start to sob. I let everything out the dreams my reality the horrible things people have said to me. Everything. Slowly I start to drift off into sleep. 

The next thing I hear is banging on my door. Groggily I pull myself out of bed and make my way towards my rooms door and open it to reveal an exhausted rustled looking Sam.

"Go away I don't want to talk to you." I snap and try to slam the door but she stopped it with her foot.

"Autumn what the hell why are you so angry?"

"What the hell do you mean? I can't believe you of all people would mess with me about this whole Harry thing. Who was the guy then? Just some guy you found that sounded like him? You heard him and was like 'OMG Autumn would freak and everyone would find it hilarious'? Well haha! Glad you got a laugh now go away." I yell.

"Autumn, I didn't mess with your emotions. That really was Harry Styles I promise with my whole heart and soul! He found me in the airport and whipped me around asking who I was and said I was 'friends with her'. I showed him a random picture of a blonde and he looked disappointed and was like no it's not her. So then I showed him a picture of you and he nearly freaked! He remember's you Autumn he knows who you are not like you do but he sees you in his dreams. He just knew your face and he said he was in love with you! I talked to FREAKIN HARRY STYLES!!" She smiled at me.

"I still don't believe you." I sighed.

"Autumn." She whined. "I'm serious you're my best friend I would never and I mean NEVER lie to you."

"Well you just did because there is no way you met Harry Styles."

"Really check tumblr." She snapped.


"Because people got pictures of us talking and I reblogged like 50 of them." She smiled at my defeat. I pulled out my phone and opened tumblr. My blog was flooded with pictures of Harry Styles in LAX and about 50 pictures of Sam and Harry obviously not photoshopped. It was Harry with her. He remembers me.

"He remembers me." I whispered.

"Told you." She smiled.

"Wait I snapped at him oh my gosh he probably hates me."

"No he doesn't. He sounded pretty determined to find you. I have his number actually." She smiled pulling out her phone and showing it to me.

"No you don't your lying to me."

"I do promise." She smiled. "This is the most adorable thing ever! Fate wants you two together! OMG that means I'm a tool of fate. I'm not quite sure how that makes me feel." She rambles.

"Give me his number you boob so I can call him." I laugh grabbing her phone and hitting dial. My heart beats fast in my chest as the phone rings. Finally someone answers.

"Hello?" A groggy voice on the other line asks.

"Umm hi....."

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