Harry Styles Imagines

59. Alone AU

"We both know you'll always be the one to clean up my wounds."

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Several hours later you're seated on one of the wooden boxes that are gathered around the grand living room. In frustration you run your hands through your hair.

All you can do is wait now, wait 'till he returns and hope he doesn't get injured.

"Heard anything yet?" The question interrupts everyone's thoughts. They all look at you with sympathy. Five pair of big, dark eyes scan your face, figuring out how to word the situation the best. You suppress a stubborn huff. "I'm not going to sit here then, and wait. This may take hours, and I seriously don't have the patience for that. I'm out," the suppressed huff from earlier now leaves your lips as you jump from your seat and walk out of the room with a quick pace.

Hurried footsteps fill the bare hallways of the camp. When you take a glance behind you, you see Simon run after you, but you don't stop. You're tired of waiting.

"I'm only going to get some fresh air, Simon. Leave me alone."

"Can't do that, YN. We got strict orders from Harry to not leave you out of our sight, and I'm not disobeying him. The guy gets scary when something bad happens to you." The stupid joke Simon uses to try to light up the moodoesn't help with your irritable temper at the moment, and you scowl at him.

"He can't always order everyone around, damnit! Especially not me!" you almost scream in Simon's face. "I get that he wants to get back at Basil, I do get it, but he decided to go on his own, so now he'll have to handle things on his own. As much as Harry would like to, he can't control everyone every time. So, I'm leaving. I can take care of myself." After the burst out, you turn around again, and leave the camp.

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Sun rays shine through the tiny window of your little cabin. The realization hits you that it's morning and that it's the third day you haven't gotten any sleep during the night.

Ever since Harry has left three days ago, you haven't heard anything from him. Or Basil and his gang. What scares you the most is that it's been so silent. If Harry caught Basil and shot him, his brothers would - without even thinking about their actions for a second - attack your camp. But you haven't heard anything from anyone.

You get dressed in an old pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. When you're about to put your shoes on, someone knocks on the door, and opens the door without waiting for an answer.

Simon's blue eyes meet your sight. The corners of his mouth till up when he sees you, and your body instantly reacts at his expression. Hope fills your blood streams. That smile could mean your boyfriend is finally home.

"Good morning, birthday girl." The hope that has filled your veins, leaves your system little by little. Harry's not back, you think, it's only your birthday.

"Oh." You nod in understanding. "Thanks, Simon. I'll be down for breakfast in a couple of minutes, if that's what you wanted to ask."

The tall blond that stands on your doorstep shakes his head with a modest smile. He tells you to get ready and take a backpack with you, before meeting him at the front of the camp. You do as you are told, curious about what is happening.

A couple of minutes later you're walking towards the front. You see all the boys gathered in a circle, but the second someone notices you, they start to grin at you.

"What's going on? Why are you acting so weird?" You ask, confusion laces your voice.

"Happy birthday, YN," all the boys chant in unison.