Apocalypse (A Harry Styles/One Direction Zombie Apocalypse Story)

Chapter 8

The boy I've dreamt of is real? 

"I'll protect you."

The all too familiar words bounced around in my head. 

"Are you alright sweetheart?" Every word he said was like honey, sweet and warm, and just the right consistancy. 

I looked back at him, admiring his beauty, but I couldn't fathom getting caught. I jerked my head down again. This time, I looked at Liam, who was obviously laughing at me.

"Is she shy? I won't hurt her, I promise." Harry turned his gaze to Liam.

"No, she's actually quite headstrong, but i've only known her for like two days, so who knows?" Liam let out a chuckle.

"You'll be fine with me, I can say that much. I'l make sure she's safe.." Harry released a cocky grin that made my stomach tumble.

I subtlely moved closer to him, just wanting to collapse in his strong arms. 

"BOYS! EVELYN! SOPH! GEM! BREAKAST IS READY! EAT UP!" Eleanor screamed at the top of her lungs. She was starting to get quite annoying.

The camp got silent as we made our way towards the campfire.

"Shut up you dumb bitch! You'll be attracting every fucking walker for miles if you keep screeching like that...Shit." A door to one of the hotel rooms slammed shut, releasing an angry older guy.

He had grey stubble and short black hair atop his head. His shirt was off, and thick bushels of hair crowded his chest.

"Bruce,  Don't even fucking speak to her like that you asshole! Remember that the only reason you're here is because we owed you a favor. If you ever decide to get close or yell at my Eleanor again, I'll bash your numbskull in! Are we fucking clear?" Louis arose from his chair, guarding Eleanor, fists clenched.

"Oh I know why I'm here. But when that broad gets us killed because she can't learn to control her trap, you'll all be sorry." Bruce's face turned as red as a tomato.

"Come with me." Harry motioned me to take his hand. Without hesitation, I took it. His warm hand engulfed mine and I instantly felt safe. Sparks eminated throughout my body.

Harry held on tight, holding my hand and his pistol in another hand. 

"Bruce is an ass, sorry you have to see him like this." Harry said.

"Don't apologize." I finally muttered a few words.

"She speaks!" He smiled, making me laugh.

"Bruce! I'm warning you! Back the fuck off!" Louis was inches away from his face.

Harry let go of my hand and ran between the bickering two.

"Bruce, Louis, knock it off! None of you are doing any good." Harry intervened.

"You think defending my girlfriend from a fucking prick isn't any good?" Louis barked.

"I never said that. Fighting isn't doing anything useful. You're getting nowhere." Harry had a calming charm to him.

I caught up with Harry, hiding behind him.

Bruce turned towards me, and let out a menacing smile.

His unsettling nature made me back up towards the wall. 

"Who are you baby? Well, I'd love to show you a few things." He licked his lips.

Bruce got closer and whispered in my ear. His voice made  me cringe.