"Get down!"
"Oh shit we're screwed."
"He's bleeding!"
"Don't you die on me!"
"Please....don't leave!"
When 18 year old Harry Styles enlists for the military, his dream isn't as glorious as he thought it would be. Especially when war's not the only c...
A/N: The clip is one of my favorite scenes from Saving Private Ryan.
December 25, 1939
After my little encounter with the Sergeant, I was left in the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror with one hand gripping the sink and the other with a pair of scissors.
"C'mon Harry, get your shite together," I tried gathering myself. My hair was my everything. I had a feeling before that I was going to have to cut it, but I thought that if I acted like it wasn't a big deal, it wouldn't matter.
I brought the scissors up to my hair and I grabbed a strand.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
My hand started to shake. C'mon Styles it's not a big deal. It's only hair.
*snip*
I looked down at me hand and my mind was blown at what I saw. My precious curls we lying in my hand.
I looked up at myself in the mirror. It honestly didn't look like I did anything to my hair.
Ohhhh this is gonna take awhile....
~later that night~
I was walking to my bed when I I walked into someone.
"Oh sorry mate-Harry!" Niall said startled. "Y-your hair it's-"
"Awful. I know." I interrupted.
"I was gonna say short....nah I think it suites you."
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"Well I hate it," I replied back and right after I heard footsteps rushing behind us.
"Did you guys here?" A boy with darkish brown hair sprinted up to us. His tone was urgent. His name was Josh. Josh Devine I think. We met him during our marathon around the camp.
"Hear what mate?" Niall asked.
"Here c'mon I'll show ya," he said and we followed. We went outside and there were huge crowds of people gathered in a circle.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"A fight and the commanders aren't stopping it."
We gathered in closer and I could see four guys throwing punches at each other and cursing like sailors on steroids.
"What are they fighting about?" I asked a guy next to me.
