Harry's P.O.V.
"WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE" She yelled. I hesitated for a moment.
Why do I care?
"L-like I said. You're a good soldier." I stammered.
"Yeah well I'm sure you've seen plenty of 'good soldiers' die. I'm sure you killed plenty of good soldiers. So what makes me so different?" She ranted, glowering at me.
Oh no. Run away Harry, don't let her get you. Don't let this happen again.
Memories washed over me. I remembered how we'd stay up all night, sit on the bench under the tree outside, and how she'd make me chase after her though fields. Then I remembered the day we charged into battle, that very day I watched the life drain out of her. She didn't get my blood in time. I could've saved her. But no, I was too busy killing my opponent and savoring my victory. Too busy killing to realize she was being killed. I remembered how her Hazel eyes looked into mine, and even though I was the reason for her death, she still showed nothing but love to me. And it was not going to happen again. I was falling again and this girl would be torn from me just as she had. I have to crush her. It's the only way to keep her safe. I must push her away to keep her alive.
"You aren't special. You are nothing. I don't care. In fact, I'll go tell Louis to give you his best shot. I won't stop him." I lied. She gasped and removed her hand from my arm. I hated the loss of contact.
Keep her safe Harry
The look she gave me made my heart shatter. I kept my expression hard and cold but it was very hard. I must've succeeded because she turned and bolted off. I swallowed and walked back to my room. I lay down on my bed and covered my head with a pillow.
Piper's P.O.V.
I got ready in silence. I hadn't spoken for a day. Thankfully Sunny nor Adam pushed me to talk. I was being stupid. WHY did this bother me this much? I didn't realize how much affect he had over me till now.
NO.
Every time I caught myself thinking about him, I'd jerk him from my thoughts. I made my rounds and walked up the stairs to clean the Lord's rooms. They were pretty good at keeping them clean, I just had to pick up a few clothes and make the bed. I had nearly finished Lord Niall's bed when he walked in.
"Oh, sorry" He apologized. I smiled a bit because of his unnecessary apology.
"No need my Lord" I giggled.
"What's up?"
"We're training. I think it's going well-"
"God I hate that!" Lord Niall interrupted.
"Hate what my Lord?"
"I don't care about training! I don't want all these formalities! I want to know all the juicy gossip!" He said nudging my side playfully, "I want people to stop stiffening when I walk into the room!"
"What about the other Lords?"
"Oh come on! You of all people should know their no fun!" He said with fake exasperation.
"Alright then..Niall" I started, looking at him to see his reaction, it was positive.
"I promise to act like a normal person near you."
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Catastrophe (Harry Styles)
Fanfictionca·tas·tro·phe An event causing great and often sudden damage or suffering; a disaster. If you want a happy ending, look elsewhere.