The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

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Chapter eighty of 'The Boy In The Basement':

Alice

Zayn left yesterday. I miss him. Harry has been with me at least. I've been getting creepy feelings everywhere I go. I have no idea why; I just feel like something good is going to happen. Why they're creepy feelings, I have no idea why. If I get really bad creepy feelings, I just know for a fact something terrible will happen either that day or the next.

Harry decided we should go hang out in the tree-house to get out of the house for a little bit. We've been up here for awhile now; just sitting around talking and listening the to Nickelback station on Pandora. They play some really good music on there.

Harry keep bringing up me moving to college. Even after I told him to stop he keeps bringing it up. I don't blame him. I would too. I don't want to think about it. It is hard enough already knowing I have to leave shortly.

"Alice, I'm sorry," he began. "I just. . . You're going to be gone for a couple of years. "

"I know."

"I don't want any complications."

"Neither do I." I reply.

"Would we stay together?" he asks.

"I kinda figured. I don't want to lose you."

"Me neither." Harry said.

"I know."

"I want to find a job as a waitress at a small restaurant. I will need to make money. Yeah, I have some money now but it will not last me."

"I can't believe how the time has been flying at a wicked speed." Harry looked out the window and wiped his eyes. I looked down.

Harry's phone that laid on the floor, lite up and made a weird sound for his ringtone. I saw Zayn's name through a text message. I pick up his phone and hand it to him. "Zayn texted you, babe."

He turned his head and grabbed his phone, unlocking it with his password and reading the message before quickly replying. "Zayn is coming back today."

"Wow! It hasn't even been a week! When?"

"Two minutes."

"Holy shit."

The both of us get down and make our way inside and wait on the living room. The tv has been left on since earlier this morning on a random, worthless, no-point, reality tv show series. Some of the shows on television these days are so worthless. We need shows again like That 70's Show and I Love Lucy.

About a minute later Zayn and some girl come walking into the living room. I did not recognize her at fist. When the mystery girl and Harry caught a glimspe of each other's eyes, they were crying and they were in each others arms hugging and sobbing on each other. That's when it hit me; it was Gemma. Zayn found Gemma and reunited Harry with his sister again.

Harry pulled away, tears staining his white cheeks, and his eyes now red. He looked at Zayn, dumbfounded. Even Gemma still seemed dumbfounded. Neither Harry or I knew this is why Zayn was coming home early.

"Zayn," Harry breathed, walking towards him and hugging him. "Thank you so much. I-I really do not know how to repay you. . . H-How did this happen?"

Zayn made us all sit down so he could tell the two of us what happened. Harry sat so close to Gemma and she was taking in the moment. It made me happy for Harry. I bet Zayn feels so proud of himself right now. Good job, Zayn!