Soldier Styles // Harry Styles

Chapter 38

^^^Amanda's POV^^^

I have been in these stupid woods for ten hours now, and I'm beginning to get really cold and hungry.

I've heard severely gunshots fired, I've heard severely screams, but none of them were from the other base.

I wonder if Harry misses me -

I sigh, shaking my head disapprovingly. I'm trying to stop thinking about Harry. I've doubt out my true feelings for him, and they're only getting stronger.

..

Two hours later, I've managed to find someplace to sleep, it's not perfect, but I'm okay with it.

As I'm about asleep, a hushed whisper awakens me. I sit up in a panic, looking around everywhere.

"Is anyone there?" I whisper. "Hello?"

Bushes are flying everywhere; no men are out here, I suppose.

"Help," I hear someone mutter. "Me." He pants.

"Where are you?" I panic, searching around the forest.

"Amanda?" He's one of my fathers soldiers.. Great. "You.." He can't finish his sentences, and that's when I notice his leg.

"Oh my-" I stop myself. "What happened?"

"Your father is going on a rampage, my dear," he smiles weakly. "He's already got severely of us to capture Harry," my eyes widen.

"No, no, no, no, no..." I keep repeating. "He can't hurt Harry!" I get angry.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm going to help you to the infirmary, okay?" I cut him off, standing up my feet in an instant.

"Okay," he slowly nods. "Thank you."

I smile sadly. "I'm the one who should be sorry,"

"You're all good,"

..

We make it back to the base, and luckily, no one spotted us. "I'm going to go check on-"

"I get it. Go, get your man." He winks, laying on the stiff bed. "Thank you for helping me."

"No problem at all! Thank you for telling me." I smile before rushing off to the basement.

No one is in there..

Shit. He didn't put Harry in the cellar, right? I panic, rushing out to the cellar quietly.

And there he is. All bloody and lifeless. I rush up to him with tears in my eyes. "Harry, wake up,"

You've made it for the end of the show," my fathers voice booms through the room.

"I hate you," I scream. My voice cracks from anger and sadness, and I can't help but let the years fall furiously down my cheeks.

He only smirks, cocking his pistol. "Don't!"

Harry's body shuffles around, eyes opening slightly. "What's going on?" He mumbles, voice cracking.

"You're awake?" My father smiles. "Great.."

"We have to leave," I whisper to Harry. "Now!"

"Why-" he's cut off by a gunshot coming towards us.

"Dad, stop!" I sob. "He doesn't deserve this!"

"He took you love, you took his love. That has never happened before. A British and American soldier can not be together!" His voice echoes.

"Don't shoot her," Harry mumbles weakly, pushing himself in front of me. "She doesn't mean anything to me," Harry says, causing tears to form in my eyes.

"Really?" My father smirks. "Tell her then."

Harry turns to me, and I can barely look at him. "I don't love you.. This was all apart of a plan." Tears are pouring out of my eyes.

"No," I choke on a sob.

"I'm sorry it went this far," Harry mumbles, looking away from me.

I rush out of the cellar with tears flowing down my cheeks like a river. I run back to the forest, in my precious spot, sobbing by a tree.

He doesn't love me.

Okay.

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This was sad.. Okay.

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