Apocalypse [h.s.]

Chapter twenty seven

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh my God, stop it!"

"Okay, you're gonna ruin the whole damn thing now."

"Seriously, it looks like a crowd of bloody cows have stomped on it."

Harry kept throwing his criticizing comments at me as I made an attemp to set up the tent. It was one of those tents that on the commercials, a super happy and joyfull woman said in eager; "Even children can do it!"

No. Definetely not. It was the hardest task I had ever been given, even harder than the task I had gotten at work or at school. I couldn't figure out the right way to do it. Apparently Harry knew how to do it. I mean, obviously, he was just the ultimate handy-man. But, for some reason, he wanted to watch me completely ruin the tent and he wouldn't even help me. Apparently he was going to see if I really knew how to set up a tent.

"You're a sadist, you know that, right?" I said and frowned at him.

He chuckled and took a bite of his toast whilst looking out of the window, trying to be some kind of psychic and see how the weather was going to be the next day. He told me that. Today it was rather gloomy and grey outside. Harry couldn't stop complaining about the weather and how it was so inconvenient right now. And it was. It was the last day before we left, so everyone was kind of stressed out and concerned that something might go wrong.

Liam was in Zayn's apartment. That's where he was staying now that Harry and I were together. I found it kind of sad that I wouldn't get to spend so much time with Liam as I had hoped, but he didn't come to hang out with me either way. He came to help us save Niall, and that's what we were gonna do. Of course, Liam came over from time to time, checking up on me and asking if everything went okay and all that jazz.

"Great, now it's pouring!" Harry said loudly in sarcasm, and lifted his hands up high, waving them around, before slapping them down on his thighs, browned off.

I quickly lifted my head up to see the beautiful rain pour down, and immediately heard it splattering on the roof. A grin spread across my face as I ran over to Harry and grabbed his hand. He furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"What are you smiling fo-woah."

I pulled his hand and dragged him with me out of my flat. He tried to stop and constantly asked why I was running and that we didn't have time for this. Of course I didn't care what he said. His opinion at this point was irrelevant.

Finally we got down the stairs and were in the lobby. I didn't have time to take the elevator, although that would probably go faster, but I didn't feel like it went faster when I was just standing still. I looked out of the transparent walls in the lobby. It was still pouring like crazy. I smiled and ran out, Harry still holding my hand.

He laughed. "Violet, what the hell are you doing? It's pouring outside."

"Exactly," I answered and went through the revolving door, getting ready to be splashed with water.

The rain hit me like a flash of lightning in the face as I looked up at the sky. It wasn't that cold, although the wind made the air a bit crispier, but I didn't let it ruin my precious time with the rain. I span around, letting the rain hit my every corner. It reminded me of when I was younger and span around like this. Still breathtaking. Still wonderful.

Harry smirked and gazed me as I span around, looking like a little child.

"I didn't know you liked the rain," Harry shouted a bit, the rain and wind drowning his voice.

I grinned and kept spinning. "I don't," I said and stopped spinning, feeling a little dizzy. "I love it."

He chuckled and shook his head, walking over to me. I looked at him, noticing how long his hair really was. You couldn't really see that when it was dry because of the curls. It was almost longer than mine. I had kind of short hair, but not short. It was a little longer than to my shoulders, just above my chest. Some girls found that ugly and too short, but I liked it. I had always had it like that.

I ran over to him and jumped into his arms, my feet around his waits. His strong arms held me as he span around in circles with me. We laughed and he stopped spinning, as he got really dizzy. I was kind of used to it, so I didn't. He didn't put me down though, he just looked at me in awe.

"You're too fucking amazing, you know that, right?" He said and grinned at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows and smiled. "Of course I know that. I'm fabulous."

He chuckled. "Shut up," he said and pressed his wet lips against mine.

I didn't really know how we got here. I always fancied Harry from the moment I laid eyes on the curly boy with the thick, british accent, but I never thought we would end up together. I never thought a boy like him could fall for a girl like me. It was like it just kind of happened. Boom, all of the sudden we were in love. Or at least I was. If he was in love with me as well, I didn't know. But I hoped so.

He pulled away and smiled, starting to walk inside, still carrying me. I stopped him with my look. Sad puppy eyes always helped.

"No, Violet, don't give me those eyes! You know they're irresistable," he said and gave me a look of despair. I continued psyching him out with my eyes. "Okay, you know what, I'm not gonna let myself fall for those eyes again. We're going inside again right now, or else we'll get a cold tomorrow and you know that's the least we need."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, realizing he was right. We really didn't need a cold now. It would ruin our motivation. Maybe we'd even get the flu. And I knew two brown-haired guys who would be pissed at us for it.

"Fine, we'll go inside," I said and looked at Harry with sad eyes. "But you'll have to carry me all the way up again, because I might step on the wet, cold rain and get the flu, you know."

He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Deal."

He carried me all the way up to my flat with his muscular, tan arms that was just as strong as I had imagined, with all the different tattoos on them. As he carried me, we talked about the next day and how excited we were, and also kind of scared. Even Harry admitted he was in fact a little scared. We didn't know what we would meet along the way, or who. But we were certain on one thing.

We would save that Irish blondie.