Dunkirk h.s.

13. Connected

A/N: hey guys its been a while. Im so sorry I haven't been posting lately. haven't had the best mindset. Personal stuff you know. Anyway here's the chapter.

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Louis's pov

The thing about being a pilot that's had little expirence is that they really don't teach you how to fall.

Was it really worth it?

Joining the war I mean. Well it's not like I had a choice to begin with, the draft is why i'm here.

I would rather die on my own terms though. I would of not made ot this far if it wasn't for all my sisters, baby brother, and ill mum. I know my mum is gonna die. Cancer. Very aggressive.

I have to live to take care of my siblings. They're the only ones that matter. I am scared-terrified.

The closest thing I have to a friend is that curly-headed lad I literally ran into. We only exchanged a few sentences.

The ground or sea I guess was getting closer to me. I had to think about my options. Crash in water or land.

Thats kind of a no brainer, but land would end all of it...Stop that Louis!

I steered my plane towards the water. I prayed and prayed that luck would be on my side as the water rushed up to me and darkness engulfed me.

March 7, 1940

Well I'm talking to you now so I'm not dead yet. I don't know how long it has been. Days to a couple weeks I believe.

I was found by Nazi soldiers hours after I crashed in the sea. I was their hostage.

The only reason i'm alive is because of my ability to speak French. I should be grateful that i'm still here, but I don't feel it.

I'm beaten both physically and mentally. This is what exhaustion is like, not laying in bed begging your mum for five more mintues of rest.

Rught now I'm chained to a concrete wall. I'm alone besides the dead body four feet from me. The ground around me is slick with blood and grime.

Dunkirk is where I am. Heard the name a few times. Our forces have to know I'm here. Raids have been made on this outpost but none were successful.

I sigh for the millionth time as sit in agony, trying to tune out the pain from my injuries.

Gun fire and explosions can be heard all around, but that's nothing new. I feel myself about to pass out again from everything. This is my new life so better get use to it.

"Hey is anyone alive down here?" a voice calls out.

Theres no point in amswering. I have no strength or motivation to make a sound.

I heard steps rush towards me and see a shadowy figure crouch down.

"Are you alright-hey I know you!"

Harry's pov

We eventually got off that damned raft. We washed up on a shored in France. 

Someone must have seen us wash up on shore because our own men rushed up to up. We were taken to one of our base camps here amd treated for malnourishment and dehydration.

Dunkirk is where we're at. As soon as we could walk, we were already getting information for our next moves. Zayn and Niall were with me while Liam was with other medics.

I guess theres no time to rest while theres a war going on. I wasn't feeling my best but people have been through worse.

"Styles, Horan, Malik, you guys are gonna be on a seize and rescue mission." a commander spoke. "Dont worry about the seize part, only the rescue."

Of course we werent a part of the actual combay part but at least we were included. 

There was a Nazi fortress not far from here that had important men from our side. We were just suppose to sneak in and grab them while everyone else was supposably killing off the Nazis.

The ride wasn't very far. Fourty-five minutes maybe. Gun fires immediately started as soon as we arrived.

"Where do we go?" Niall asked.

"Do I look like I hold the answers to everything?" Zayn replied.

"Well I thought that since you thought  you were Mr. Badass-"

"The fuck are you talking ab-"

While they argued, I started walking towards the fortress. Zayn and Niall followed after me close behind. Liam had to wait off by a vehicle in the distance because since medics are runung short, we need to preserve the ones we have.

If I was holding hostages where would I go?

I crawel around the back of the building and thats when i saw it. A tiny window that led to a basement, but I was too big for it.

"Guys through this door!" Zayn called out to Niall and I.

There was no one around so we made our way to the back door. All of the actual battle was around front where our guys were creating a distraction. 

We slipped through the door and were immediately greeted with an end of a gun pointed directly at our heads.

"Oh fuck this." Niall spat and shot at the prick.

The guy went down and Zayn and I were speechless.

"Lets go." Niall urged.

We held our guns up ready and we tried searching the place. I tried finding a door to the basement but there was no luck.

"We need to hurry," I said. "As much as I hate to say this, we need to split up."

They nodded and we did. I was feeling frustrated and hopeless. Out of anger, I through down a bookcase and of fucking course, a stair case was revealed behind it.

I descended down the stairs and called out, "Hey is anyone alive down there?"

No answer.

Please let this not be for nothing I prayed as I descended down the stairs.

The basement reeked of blood, rotting flesh, and shit.

The ground was slick. I placed two fingers on the ground and then I held them up. Red and brown were the only visible colors.

The rotting flesh scent came from a dead body two feet from me. Delightful. I couldn't really see or heard anything else in the room. I was pissed. Of course I can't do anything to help.

Before I trudged back up the stairs, I heard a moan. I turned and saw a figure laying chained on the ground.

I approach it and found it to be a him. As I crouched to get a better look, I was struck with realization.

"Are you alright-hey I know you!"

A/N: Sorry if it seemed rush and sorry I haven't been posting and letting you guys down. I promise I will finish this story.  If you're ever going through a rough time, message me.