Last Day On Earth

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17th June 2019, 6:23AM, London, Watford

Sleeping at a military base, hidden underground and out of plain sight in Watford, away from the main city of London, were the men of the future (As Sergeant Miller would call it), and each of them had no idea what was coming in a few moments, what their training was really for, and what they were about to do. Harry Styles on the other hand was well aware of what he was in for.

A few weeks ago, him and a few other soldiers in training were in the cafeteria, no worries to behold, only the slight ticking of thoughts shared between them as they watched the Sergeant frantically yelling at the others just like him, as well as the guards. The only questions asked were; why were they training us so hard when the send off was in three months? What was everyone so worried about?

They didn't know.

Harry had been silent the whole time as he watched Miller flail his arms in the air, cursing the others out. He caught sight of multiple curse words leaving his lips, but that wasn't nearly as important as when he sighed and said, 'we can't pull this off'. Pull what off, exactly? Miller's eyes then wandered the scene, checking everyone's movements. He was trying to be careful, but he failed, and he knew that as soon as his and Harry's eyes had met. For a moment, neither tore their gaze. That was until Miller broke it and chipped in the pin number for the mystery door behind him - one every troop had been eager to get in, even Damon, a silly seventeen year old - sliding himself in and closing the door. Although giving nothing of interest was given away, Harry was smart. Very smart. He went over the previous five minutes, and everything the soldiers had queried about it. Damon, who was Harry's closest friend, suggested Miller and the government had something going on alongside the army, something in the works. Nothing dangerous or important, maybe a little add on.

Harry had picked up that Damon wasn't the brightest of sparks, but on that odd chance, something made sense. He was wrong about it being nothing, because it was definitely something the government and Miller were hiding. He didn't think it was a project alongside the army like Damon did, but he noticed a loop hole in their presence.

"Harry, what do you think's going on?" Jerry asked, tailoring everyone's attention to him. For a moment, he didn't look up.

"We aren't here for the reason we think we are." that's when he looked up. Damon and Jerry exchanged glances. Harry knew what that meant. "But I don't know," he said. "I'm just making a few suggestions." He wasn't.

Damon coughed. "Right, who's hungry?" He was diverting the conversation because he hated Harry's idea. He didn't want to believe he was right, because he knew it would be either illegal, or it would kill him for the wrong reasons. Damon was a funny young boy, noticed by everyone, one of very thin build, scrawny little arms and legs, and with distorted flesh on his face from burns he received in the midst of a fire, trying to save the life of a small girl. He often received strange looks from those around him, causing some seriously noticeable discomfort. Harry could tell he wasn't cut out for a dangerous life, but he was the type who would serve his country as a final option. So that's what he was doing. Jerry on the other hand was the polar opposite. Big bloke, bald head and bright innocent eyes. Would never hurt a fly, not unless he had too. He was a mad flirt, and it never surprised Harry and Damon that he swung both ways. The others didn't, and they made that clear. He was treated all the same.

"I could do with a fat-ass burger, how about you H?" Jerry asked, prodding Harry's shoulder with his index finger as he stood up. Harry shook his head and turned back to the door in which Miller slipped through.

"That's okay, Jerry. Another time."

"Don't get yourself into trouble, Harry." Damon said.

Harry studied him for a moment. "I won't."