It Will Rain (Larry Stylinson) {co-written with @Liz_Forever}

Chapter 2

Harry’s POV

Everything was getting harder and harder. We were at war, we had prisoners, and we got beaten. It was like a prison for just us soldiers in our own home base.

If we did something wrong and either were caught by someone or was reported of doing anything, from a simple act of kindness to just speaking to one of the prisoners in a polite, friendly way, we were beaten; just like I was.

My face stung, my body stung, everything stung. It was supposed to be a normal feeling since we were all soldiers, but it really wasn’t. A normal feeling would be like hurting because you moved a muscle wrong, but hurting because someone actually put you in that physical pain is not normal.

There were fewer bodies each and every day. People were dying all around; people were getting kidnapped all around. There were many people getting labeled as POW or MIA, some from my base and some from others. We all knew it was happening; even if we couldn’t see it, we even had a couple prisoners ourselves.

Names were just names and faces were just faces however, bodies were a tracking system. They helped us to identify how many we had, and how many we had left. The bodies meant everything, but faces and names meant nothing.

The food portions got smaller each and every day for us soldiers, but sometimes our prisoners didn’t even get food. It was all determined on whether or not they deserved it and if we had enough.

I was currently walking down to the “living” chamber the prisoners were locked in. In one hand I had a few pieces of bread, and in the other I had a little jug of water.

My keys were set in the lock and opened the door, being met with blue eyes siting on the ground tracing his skin with his dirty fingernails. His eyes were watching his fingernails trace his skin, but I could still see the black eye from the punch he had taken last night.

“Okay, dinner's served.” With a smirk on my face I gave a piece of bread to everyone except blue eyes, but he didn’t notice, and I filled up each of their clay ceramic mugs half full with water.

As I am about to leave, blue eyes looks up and asks innocently,

“Styles, Sir? What about me?” He looks around and sees that everyone else is eating their bread, savoring ever bit of it.

“So you finally notice I was passing out food?” A smirk enlightens my face. “I suppose you shouldn’t get anything since you never addressed my presence, blue eyes.” 

“Please sir,” He looked so innocent; it was like he didn’t know what was happening around us. It’s like he didn’t even know who I really was. I felt like he didn’t care with the look he was giving me, but I knew that he did.

I toss a piece of bread at him, thinking he wouldn’t catch it, but he did. My feet carry my body over and fill up his glass more than half way. Another piece of bread must have “accidently” fallen from my hand and landed in his lap.

Once I reached the door, I looked back slightly to see a small smile on blue eyes face. It made me internally smile a little. I always loved making people happy; I just never knew some of the struggles it would take to make someone happy.

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It happened like that for a couple days until I was assigned a different job. The job, which I didn’t want to do, was to clean out the horse stables at night. That would mean that I wouldn’t be able to give blue eyes his extra dinner. That would also mean that I wouldn’t be able to see him smile, and I wouldn’t be able to feel like I accomplished something good.

By the time it was close to midnight, everyone was asleep except for the guards who took on night duty. All of them were too busy watching out for danger, making sure our base was safe, to realise I was walking towards the chamber where we kept the prisoners.

I slowly took my keys out trying not to make a sound and unlocked the door very slowly. The door quickly opens and quickly closes, still trying to be quiet and go unnoticed. My eyes scan around the room looking for a certain boy, but all I’m met with is quiet sobs and a quivering boy.

I knew everything I was doing was extremely risky, and I could get caught at any moment, but it was my instinct to help people since I was little.

My body situates itself on the ground by the quivering boy making his head slowly look up. I was ready to be met with the blue eyed boy, but only this time I was met by a beaten blue eyed boy. His face was full of red bruises as well as many purple ones.

“What the hell happened to you?!” I say in a demanding, hushed whisper. Although, I just made the boy cry more. My first instinct was to wrap my arm around his body, but then I remember who he was and how wrong it would be to comfort the enemy.

“You happened. T-This camp happened. I h-happened,” Blue eyes said in between sobs. “J-Just k-kill me.”

“What happened?”

“Don’t t-try to be friendly. You’re t-the one who s-said we’re at w-war.” His fingernails dig into his skin, drawing blood.

I stood up when I realised I did say that. It hurt me to leave, but I knew I was just hurting him more by staying.

Before leaving I heard blue eyes whisper,

“The g-guard who t-took over y-your shift beat m-me.” A tear slipped from my eye making me quickly wipe it away before walking out and locking the door. I didn’t trust the other soldiers on my force with those prisoners, sure I was mean to them, but I never beat them without reason. And something tells me whoever has that job now, did it without reason.

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