Castaway ~Harry Styles Fanfiction~

I open my eyes to find myself lying on a beach, the sun beating down on my face. My fingers curl around the hot sand as a face appears in front of me. For a moment I wonder who it is, but his corkscrew curls are unmistakable. It's my very own husband. It's my very own Harry Styles.

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Her hand strokes my cheek, wiping away my tears. She tucks the blanket up to chin. She holds my hand. She sings. She loves to sing. I love to sing. As her angelic voice leaves her lips my fears disappear, my heart warms and hope floods my body, I want nothing more than to sing along with my mother but it would be a crime to interrupt her heavenly voice. As she begins I am overwhelmed with sleep, I know that I can't sleep now, every second must count. I can't sleep. Instead I listen. I remember every precious word she sings. Every word.

Down in the valley,

Where the wind blows,

A field of bluebells,

A pure white rose.

A sleeping child,

A crown of thorns,

A hole in the ground

Around which we mourn.

The sun comes up,

And the tears wash away,

And I will love you,

Every day.


I wake up crying, tears streaming down my cheeks, I reach out for the comfort of my mother only to find the gritty surface of the sand. I wrap my arms around my legs and pull my knees up to my chin, slowly, I sing my mothers song. I'm careful not to wake the others, I keep my tears silent and my voice low, my singing is hoarse and cracked but I don't care because it's me. It's my mother. It's the only thing that keeps me going.

"Hey, are you alright? Skye?" Asks a familiar voice, "Are you crying? Look, I know, we're a long way from home but we will get back. I promise."

"It's not that.. it's just. I have nothing to go home to." I whisper.

"Oh. I'm.. I'm sorry." He stammers quietly, awkwardly patting my back, at last he breaks the silence, "Get some sleep, Skye, just get some sleep, yeah?" I nod into the darkness and close my eyes, only this time I'm not with my mother, but my father. And this time, I wake up screaming.


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