Forgotten (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 1

Bay's POV

This is where I belong. I am safe here. That is what they continuously remind me of. Locked up. Isolated. I am safe here.

But where exactly is here? I lay on my thin bed that oddly sat in the middle of my small, dome-like chamber wondering. Chamber? I snorted out loud. More like prison.

I’ve been here for two weeks and not one human being has cared to show themselves. But I know I’m not entirely isolated. They’re out there. They set out two scrappy meals a day on a silver tray; usually having more bones than meat and more mold than fruit, but I can live off the small amount they give me. For the time being. They set out an ‘activity’ every day as well. But they are usually just tricks. There’s also a voice that speaks to me sometimes. To remind me I am safe.

I glanced up from my bed for the first time this morning to see they have set out no food, but a small deck of cards was laying on the table in front of my bed. I threw my legs over the edge of my grey bed almost too quickly and sat there for a moment, wondering what I should do. You see, these ‘activities’ they set out for me are far from normal things a human being does in their free time. There’s always some trick. They will shock you if you touch them, start a small fire if you drop them, disappear in thin air if you start enjoying experimenting with them, and if you do not touch them soon enough, they will explode. The last thing they set out was a small green ball that I stupidly bounced, out of curiosity, and started a fire I had to stomp out.

I sighed and stood up slowly. I glanced around my circular prison to see if anything else was there. Perhaps a human taking notes on their little lab rat experiment? When I looked I was not surprised to see that no human was there, and nothing new was in here, besides the deck of cards. My gaze fell back to the cards and I stumbled over to the creaky metal stool in front of the table to sit.

I glanced uncertainly at the cards sitting before me that looked so innocent and crisp I was almost tempted to start playing with them; but I knew better. I would have to approach them with caution.

I lifted my hand which I hadn't realized was shaking until now and touched the card on top with the tip of my index finger. To my surprise and delight- nothing happened. Not one thing. Weird.

I decided to disregard the cards for now seeing as how if I did anything more with them I would most certainly end up injured. I grunted as I stood and threw myself on top of my thin grey bed covers. I stared at the ceiling and became lost in my own thoughts. Many things were swirling through my head, and most of them were unexplained, but the one thing that seemed clear as day in my mind was a pair of piercing green eyes. I could imagine them so they looked real, but I couldn't remember if they were or who they might belong to. But they stood clear above all my other thoughts constantly, mesmerizing me entirely. I almost found the eyes a bigger mystery than how exactly I ended up here. Almost.

You see, the thing about my current situation is: I can't remember anything. I can remember normal things, like 2 + 2 = 4, the sky is blue, and we lived in a pretty corrupted community, but as for everything else- I have no idea. I can't even remember who I am or why someone would want to lock me here in this prison. I don't think I really could have been that much trouble as to be arrested. Of course maybe it was just some psyhco that wiped my memory and stuck me in here to see how long it would take for me to go insane. If that's the case, I feel their little experiment will succeed soon enough because I don't see myself lasting another week here without seeing another person ever without going insane.

My thoughts were interrupted by a buzzing noise.

Buzzing noise? What in the world?

Then it got louder. I immediately thought of a swarm of wasps being sent in to form a cyclone of death around me and a chill went up my spine. I stood up slowly and craned my neck to see where this buzzing was coming from.

The cards.

I impulsively thought it was going to explode, so I backed up against the curved wall behind me and rolled into a fetal position, trying to protect my head and heart.

But then the buzzing stopped. Just like that. I stayed in my position though. I was almost certain this was just another cruel trick that someone had decided to play and I was not about to willingly be turned into more of a victim. But then something made me raise my head.

The single long light fixture hanging from the ceiling flickered out and I was left in darkness. I stood up cautiously, being sure not to run into anything I stepped forward, trying to find the bed, or something that might get a little of my orientation back.  When a flickering blue light was illuminated from what I could now see in the dim light was the deck of cards, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was a hologram. And there was a person. The first real, in the flesh (sort of), honest to god human I have seen throughout my entire two week stay in hell.

The hologram pictured a middle aged woman in a fancy suit, with short brown hair and a stern look about her. Just as I was about to say something, she started speaking.

A/N

Am I a bad person for lying because I feel like I am. Guys I'm so sorry I didn't update when I was supposed to but believe it or not I have a life outside of the internet and I really think that it would be unfair-

Yeah that excuse was going nowhere so let me just tell you the truth: I was being a lazy ass so I didn't update. Teehee?

Forgive me? 

Next update will come when I want it to. (Probably soon though seeing as how I'm like having all this sudden inspiration).