Dunkirk h.s.

12. Fire

A/N: So since One Direction's hiatus, I've been listening to different music. I still listen to the boys music but lately I've been playing a lot of BTS. One of my friends is South Korean and sometimes we play KPOP, and there was this one song that got me hooked. I think that it was 'Blood Sweat and Tears' or 'Dope'. But dayyyuummmm those boys can dance. It sucks that they only have a few American concert dates.

Anyways let's get on with the chapter~>

February 20th, 1940

(Harry's pov)

"Five thousand nine hundred sixty-eight bottles of beer on the wall-"

"Niall shut up!" Zayn snapped.

"No!" Niall stood up shakily in the raft and I reached out and caught him before he toppled into the water.

"Guys we need to settle down!" I snapped.

"Especially with that thing on the way." Liam said and pointed off into the distance.

I looked to see where he was pointing to and it was another ship. Again my hopes were up like time and time again.

As the ship got closer, I noticed that something was wrong. That was not a British ship. The flag in the front was a dead give away.....

"Those fucking Nazis!" Zayn spat. He looked to me,"What do we do?".

"I-I," I stuttered and all eyes were on me. "Why me?"

"Because you're the smarted one when it comes to this." Liam said.

"What-no."

"Harry just think!" Niall spoke up.

I thought to myself. Shit what do we do? We can't out swim. We can use our weapons because that's instant death on site. No where to hide-

"Let them get us." I said. All of their eyes widened.

"Harry are you crazy?" Zayn asked.

"We don't have any other options. Throw your weapons in the water."

"No!" Zayn snapped.

I shot forward and grabbed his jacket,"You wanna live? You think those bastards are gonna let us live seeing weapons on us? No! So shut the hell up and listen to me," I released my hands from his uniform. "Guys trust me on this. The best we can do is prisoners of war, but remember that we're in British waters, so that ship won't be afloat for long. Just make sure you know where the nearest exit is at all times." I sighed and looked back into the distance.

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"Hebt die Hände in die Luft! Nicht bewegen oder wir schießen!" We were on our knees upon a German ship. Hands on our heads.

Besides being shouted at, all you could hear is the sound of our ragged breaths.

"aufstehen! aufstehen!" One yelled at us but we all looked at each other in confusion.

"Stand up!" Another guys, clearly an English speaker, said.

As we shakily rose to our legs. We were each grabbed harshly and rope was tied around our hands behind our backs. Some guys was digging his elbow into my spine.