Future [H.S]

Chapter Twelve

    I layed on the bed on my side just staring at the closet in front of me. I heard the sound of the clock ticking which was really driving me crazy! I couldn't sleep no matter how much I tried  because my mind was busy thinking about literally everything; my family, the information I have gotten till now, the idea of who these people are. I guess they're some kind of aliens or something, and I wanted to know why they were following us. Is it that because we're the last ones alive? Or is it some other creepy reason? I never saw the headmasters, not even on TV, they're just a familiar name stuck in my head with a pin.

What if I stayed with my family, if I didn't go to college just this one day, would this all have happened at all? Or would it happen anyways?

The important thing I was thinking the most about  was actually someone I couldn't get out of my head

Harry Styles

Why did he really save me from drowning or even getting burned to death? Am I that special to him? I really wanted to cry like a baby right now.

And oh! Why was he still wearing his jacket in this hot weather? A leather one too. Was he doing some kind of tanning under that jacket or..was he hiding something?

He was a weirdo, I can't argue with that, and also moody as hell, that's for sure, but I had to stay with him and Niall until I find my family, if they were still alive.

Niall is reachable. I bet he would answer every question I'd ask even if it was from space. Harry is exactly the opposite. You had to dig as deep as you can with the conversation you're having with him until you get only a word from the answer you want. I hate that and love it at the same time. It's like a puzzle. He's a puzzle that needs to be solved. I loved solving puzzles, but not this time. I needed my answers staight and clear, Harry wouldn't give me that, but Niall could.

I decided to turn on my back when my stomach started chirping, I put my hand on it to try to silence it. Oh God, I'm starving, and I should probably find some food before I die. I hadn't eaten since what seemed like forever, so it was time to eat.

I hopped off the springy bed just as rhe bedroom door swung open to reveal a half asleep Harry. Did I mention that he looked so cute with his sleepy face on? His eyes were droopy, his curls hanging loosely over his forehead and eyes and his lips pouting out like a little kid. He was rubbing his green eyes with his hand saying with his sleepy voice, which was deeper than usual "where are you going, princess?" that one nickname I forgot to wonder about, great. How could I forget about it? There was so much on my mind and that's probably why.  I replied, scratching the back of my neck "somewhere I can find food, and that's definitely the kitchen. I'm feeling hungry." How awkward was that, huh? To be honest, my stomach was screaming for food, I was not just hungry. He answered, sighing before he pointed with his thumb behind his back motioning to the room behind him "there's a kitchen next to the bathroom which I supose you know where it is. In case you forgot, it's next to the living room." he paused, looked behind him then back to me "just find something to eat, and don't jump off the deck or you'll get eaten by sharks, or even worse." I'd rather do that than staying with you and have the shortest conversations ever. I thought.

I looked at him, he seemed so...uneasy. Something wasn't right about him. He had dark circles under his eyes and he looked somehow..yellowish. I stated, hesitantly "you look...pale, are you okay?" he rolled his eyes at me before he said sternly, taking a step closer to me, but we were still far away from each other "I'm always pale, alright? Just get over it and..aren't you still hungry?" he's lying, I just knew it. He was sea sick and he wouldn't tell me. Maybe he cares about what I would think about him. But I don't really know. He walked towards the bed and took his jacket off for the first time since I've met him then sat on the edge of the bed where I was once laying. He looked at me again before he asked, surprisingly calmly "do you mind switching just for a bit? I'm really tired, and I can't sleep well on the couch." I shook my head, wide eyes visible on my face as I walked out of the room and closed the door.

What did just happen there?

I couldn't get the beautiful image out of my mind. His arms were pure art of tanned skin and black ink, well, permanent one to be exact. They were covered by his jacket all this time preventing me from seeing all this beauty of spectacular tattoos all over his arms. They were just so perfect, like him. They represented my current situation; I might be safe and alive with them but, I might regret it soon, just like tattoos. Would I regret coming with them all this way? Would I be still alive if it weren't for them? I might not know right now, but I will, sooner or later.

A/N: whatcha think my friends? :)

Q: What do you think will happen next?

Don't forget to vote, comment and share!

Love you! XD