Stuck ( Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

My Night

He scared me a little.....a lot. I don't know him very well, and from what I do, he isn't the most pleasing. His personality sucks. He is a rude, forceful, touch, etc. How can he me so judgmental or should I say rude to someone here barely knows.

I look at his emerald irises with fear or maybe shock. I have already cried enough today and I wanted to stay tough, but with his intimidating attitude, I still had some tears I could let spill.

Harry takes a couple steps back, but still had his nasty grin on his face. He was taking deep breaths from running trying to find me. I was frightened. How can someone be so handsome and scary at the same time?

He turns around and starts walking away with no word whatsoever. He had his fists had his sides in a ball, and I could tell it was hard for him not to do anything stupid. Leaves crunching as he was walking away. I watch him leave until he was out of sight.

I slowly sit down next to the tree and put my hands on my face. I close my eyes letting a few tears slide down my cheek. How can this happen to me? What did I ever do wrong to deserve this cruel punishment?

I was full of dirt. My whole body covered with sweat, dirt, and scratched from different leaves and sticks. I take a deep breath and stand up rubbing away any wetness on my face showing that I was crying.

I am so hungry. I was so busy trying to hide from Harry that I forgot about how hungry I am. My stomach is making grumbling noises and I know if I don't find something soon, I will pass out.

I walk until I find a tree full of berries. Blackberries. Yum.

I pick off as much as I can carry; my hands full. I look around at my surroundings. I don't remember where the beach is. How stupid of me not to remember how I got here. Damn it!

I look for the tree that Harry pushed me against hoping that maybe I can retrace where I came. I find it, but I have no clue where to else to go. It is dark out and I can't see where I'm going. My eyes are getting heavy and I don't know how much longer I will last. I almost felt scared to go back anyways to the beach, knowing that Harry will be there.

I sit down next to the tree and stuff my face with blackberries. They were so delicious, probably because I was starving.

I look up at the sky with trees blocking the view, but one little hole where I could see stars. It must be late. I had dirt all over my face and I was exhausted.

I wish I was at my Aunt and Uncles. I miss my family. I wonder if I will ever get out of here? I might die just trying to get out of the jungle. I hear animals all around me, and one could just come and attack me, but obviously that wouldn't be good.

I lean my head back against the tree. My eyes flutter and eventually stop, putting myself into a deep sleep. Letting go of the things that happened. Letting go of my problems. Blocking all noises.

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"What the hell are you doing?" I suddenly wake to a voice. Oh god. Harry.

"What? What do you mean?" I try had to keep my eyes open.

"Your sitting here, sleeping against a tree in the middle of a dark mysterious forest. What are you crazy?" he raises his voice at the last part.

"Don't judge me! You don't even know me! I had a reason and it was because I couldn't find my way back to the beach in the dark. So here I am!" I yell. He huffs turning around storming off. I decide this was my chance to find the beach so I get up and follow him.

He really is handsome. I know I shouldn't be thinking about it after he reacted to me today, but I couldn't help it. His brown curly long hair with his emerald eyes. His muscular body and even his tattoos make him more appealing.

I stomp behind him. No word is said. \

As we get closer to the beach I feel the breeze and shiver. Harry rolls his eyes and me and keeps walking. What is his problem?

Sorry if I'm cold and can't help it I say to myself. When we do reach the beach I can't be more relieved.

Harry had set up bunch of tinder, a bonfire. It wasn't lit, but that was his next step.

Harry kneels down next to the pile and starts to rub to sticks together trying to make it start. He blows onto it. It takes more than ten minutes, Harry repeating the steps while I'm off to the side watching. There finally is a spark and it grows into a flame.

Harry puts it down on the pile of sticks and it is ignited. The fire grows big. Harry smiles at his accomplishment completely oblivious to me standing next to him. I don't have much knowledge on starting fires so good thing Harry was here.

That is the first time I am ever grateful for having Harry around. I am so stupid.