Just keep running (L.S.)

5.

"That did not just happen."  Harry manages to pant out as the three of them make it to an empty science classroom as far away from their dorm building as they could.  It didn't happen. It couldn't have. Things like that only happen in like those cruddy low budget horror films they give late at night. He slides his back down against the door; ass hitting the floor as he grips at his curls. "What the bloody hell just happened?"

Louis is kneeling over with his hands on his knees breathing harshly as Liam paces around the room. Eyes so distant and a permanent frown sketched onto his face as he continuously scratches at his facial hair.

"I told you guys I wasn't lying." Louis manages out. He stands up running a hand through his soaking wet hair. His blue eyes looking around the room in anxiety as he starts to mutter curses while kicking at the near by trash can.  The sound is loud and all of it's contents spill over. "I fucking knew this was going to happen--"

"Louis-"

"Niall didn't fucking believe me and now look what he is!" He shouts, tears now streaming down his cheeks as he seethes kicking at the trash can again.  God, when did Harry's life turn into a stupid horror film? "First Stan, then Niall, now Zayn--"

"We all need to calm down-"

"And how are we supposed to calm the fuck down?!" Liam yells, warm brown eyes black as the night. His facial expression shows complete utter rage. A face like Liam's should never betray that kind of font. Liam is the type of jolly chap who deserves to be well, jolly all the bloody fucking time. "Zayn is one of them now, he's the love of my life and I," he sinks down to the floor, hands cradling his head as he lets out a choked sob; body wrenching. "never got to tell him-"

"Everyone shut the fuck up!" Harry's voice booms. The two boys look up, and Harry can finally feel all the hateful rage he's been holding on in his life seep through his skin. He feels red in the face as he tries to calm himself down.  "Now, if everyone can gladly shut up and stop making loud noises so Niall and Zayn and the rest of those things won't find us, we need to think this through logically." He doesn't know where he's got this braveness from. Honestly, in the inside he feels like he's going to collapse on the floor any moment. If that doesn't happen he'll even bet a few pounds that he will most like soil his pants at the realization that yes indeed his life just turned into a fucking horror film. Maybe he'll be the main character in this bloody film and live.

Then again nerds usually get sacrificed to the monsters lurking within the shadows.

"And how are we going to do that?" Louis bites out cocking an eyebrow. "What are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know about you but," Harry pushes himself off the floor,  walking to the blind closed window in the room. He can almost make it without feeling his legs about to give out any second if he's not careful enough. "I'm not sticking around in this shit show and become a fucking zombie." He lifts one of the blinds slightly to gaze outside. The sky was still pouring rain and the campus is looking like a ghost town out there like in those old western movies. He lets go as the blind goes back to how it was as he turns around to face the others. "Who's with me?"

"I'm not sticking around here in fear." Louis nods, face grim as he goes to stand besides Harry. "I'm with you curly."

"We can't just leave." Liam is now speaking up, drying  tear stains being wiped viciously away with the back of his hands. "What about everyone here?"

"We can't save everyone." Harry crosses his arms, voice clipped. 

"Then where will we go?"  Liam asks, cocking an eyebrow. "If we leave, this thing is going to spread like wildfire. Don't you get it? There won't be anywhere else to go."