prologue

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          •   Harry Styles POV   •

Have you ever wanted to just stop everything? Freeze time, go into a coma, hide under a rock; anything to settle down and give you a chance to breathe. I know I do.

I wish all the time, that life could give me a damn break. But I just don't see a way out of the mess I've made for myself - I've even considered jumping off a tall bridge, but even that could come with consequences and there's always the chance that it could make my mess even messier, rather than providing the solution that I'm looking for. But at this point in my story, I couldn't have cared less about consequences or messes or solutions. All I cared about, that night, was outrunning the black SUV that was swerving around the road, about a half mile behind me.

They were obviously gaining on me, given the fact that I had nothing but two legs and a heart that I'm sure was pumping pure adrenaline through my veins. I looked up at the trailor in front of me that was pulling onto an interstate ramp to my right, not even processing the irrational decision that was already made by the time I leaped onto the bumper; unlatching the door, forcefully sliding it up, diving in and slamming it shut.

I couldn't tell you what I was feeling in that moment, though if I had to guess, now, I would probably say that it was some combination of relief, pride, and confusion as to why I came face-to-face with a zebra when I turned around.

I should've been cautious - not knowing if it was domesticated, or if zebras could even be domesticated - but I figured, hey, he's not bothering me; why rock the boat?

I fell asleep peacefully for the first time in years, because I was finally free. But this was just the beginning of something unbelievably crazy - even crazier than falling asleep with a zebra.

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