Harry Styles One Shots

Mermaid (His POV)

"Come on, Styles! This way." My friend, Adrian, yelled at me. I grabbed my bag and made my way to the small ship.

I was a mermaid catcher. I do believe in mermaids, and I've seen one when I was younger. I've seen the same one twice, on the same beach. The first time was when I was around eight years of age. I had been skipping rocks and accidentally threw my sandal in the water. I had a strong arm when I was young, so I had threw it pretty far. When I was on my way to get it, a pretty woman with blonde hair got it for me. She had shells on her breasts that were attached together with a thin string. She had marks in her face, but I didn't get to pay attention since she spoke. "Are you going to take it?" She softly asked. I jumped and stepped forward, taking the black shoe from her. "T-Thank you," she gave a soft, warm smile before going underwater. I saw something move from where I saw and then she was gone. She never came up from the water. Scared, I ran back to shore. It was difficult since the water wouldn't allow me to go fast, but I made it.

The second time I saw her, it was a year later. She was dead, sprawled out on the sand. I saw her full body this time. She had a female body from the waist up. The waist down was a... A fish tail. It was covered with sand, but I easily made out the pink and teal scales. Her hair was now darker, almost a black colour. I only knew it was her because she had the same exact shells on her chest. I didn't want to believe it, but I did. After that, I've always believed mermaids were real. They have to be, I saw one, twice, with my own eyes.

Adrian helped me onto the boat, and started to set up everything so we could leave. Recently, we discovered a cave in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It would take a few days to get there, but we were prepared.

"Ready, Styles?"

I nodded.

I saw the other boys walking around the ship. There were five of us, total. "Said goodbye to everyone in case this fails?" Adrian asked. "Who would I tell? Mum is dead, Dad's in jail. I don't have siblings. Everyone else in my family doesn't give a shit about me anyways, so who cares?" I flipped off the air, "Fuck them."

"What about that one girl you had been talking to?" Adrian asked. "Paris? Paris is married. She only used me. Said I was nothing more than a good fuck. But if I may be honest, she wasn't even all that good," I made a face. I've tried to help her. Her husband wore her down because, God, she was horrible.

"You don't ever complain about girls. She was that bad?" Adrian laughed. "Horrible. She must not know what sex actually is because," I whistled. "Her husband has to be small. Has to be. I wanted to cry after. I was glad each morning when she left. I was even happier when she would leave right after."

Adrian laughed harder and started the ship. We slowly made our way away from the boat launch, and into the Pacific. Me and Adams, another one of the men, were looking at our map we've spent four months looking over, and marking where we thought leads were. We gave Adrian the directions.

After the first day, we were all exhausted. I threw the anchor down in the water, and we called it quits for the night.

The next morning, as soon as we all woke up, we were driving through the water again. The wind was heavy, and it blew us faster than what we expected. I loved it. We'd get there faster. And we did. After only two and a half days, we spotted the cave. Before getting off, we all ate and made sure our stomachs were full. The more full our stomachs are, the less oxygen we use. Its a weird thing, but Adrian proved it to be correct. (A/n// this is made up. It isn't true, so don't try it. Just saying.)