The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

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Chapter Sixteen of 'The Boy In The Basement':

"H-Harry?" I whispered, my eyes locking on the header of the upcoming article that I just might be clicking on. I knew Harry was looking over my shoulder because my shoulder had goosebumps, and waves of electricity was shooting down my arm, making me shiver.

"Harry?" I asked with more force behind my voice. Still no response. I turned my head to see Harry staring at the computer screen with a blank expression. I don't know whether or not to see if he's okay, or go right ahead and--

Click on it.

Well, my question was answered. I turned my head back around and clicked on it, and my eyes couldn't stop themselves from gathering up the facts I was about to explore...

"Gemma Styles, sister of Harry Styles, died in 1788, and daughter of step-father David, and mother, Anne, who died in 1789 due to lung cancer, and a heart attack, was reported missing from the Styles home for more than a month before she was found hanging from a tree. Some people say that Gemma committed suicide because of depression, and she was broken hearted. She wanted to join her family. And, her wish has came true."

There showed a picture in black and white just to the side of the article, showing the same exact tree that I was at earlier. Gemma was not there hanging from the tree, but the rope was still hanging down loosely.

We all now know how the rest of the Styles family all passed on. Anne Styles: 1789 developed lung cancer, and did not make it. David Styles: 1789 died due from too much depression of sitting, and living through the emptiness of his heart from the loss of his dear wife, and lost son, and ended up having a heart attack. Gemme Styles: 1790 couldn't take the pain anymore, and she came to find her family.

That's how they died after the loss of Harry. It was very sad, and I didn't what to say to Harry. He was silent, and it was worrying me. I didn't dare look at him though. Because if he wanted to release anger, or something, I did not want to be involved at all.

"Why haven't they come back in ghost-form?" I asked out loud. All I heard was loud breathing from behind me, making the hair on my neck to rise. Slowly I turned my head and looked at Harry. There Harry stood, looking at the computer screen.

His eyes were bright green, but the rest of his body was still gray, and transparent. Light tears ran down his face. His nostrils were flared and he ran his hand through his curly hair, locking it between his fingers.

I stood up and placed a hand on his bicep. "Don't fucking touch me, Ally." Harry warned through clenched teeth. My hand shot back down to my side, and I looked at Harry. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly. I really had no idea what to say to him.

He laughed half-heartily and looked at me with a smile. "Does it look like I'm okay?" the smile slowly disappeared from his lips. His lips were in a tight line now, and his eyebrows were furrowed together. I shook my head.

"Exactly. I just found out that they all basically died from depression, because of me. I believe I'm the reason for their deaths." he said. I shook my head, not liking what was coming out of his mouth. "No, no. It wasn't your fau-"

"Bull shit! Alice, you out of all the people know that I am the reason behind their deaths." he snapped at me. I took a step backwards. "I don't think it' right for you to blame yourself." I whispered to him. Harry looked at me before falling to the ground.

I sat down by him on the floor, and put his head on my lap, running my fingers through his hair as he sobbed to himself. I had no words for this man right now. I was so lost, I didn't know what to say. I know that no matter how much sympathy I give him, it won't change what happened to his family.

"This is all my fault." he is blaming himself once again for their death. I shook my head and sighed, running my hands through his hair. "Would they want you feeling bad for yourself, and blaming yourself for the death of them?" I asked him.

Harry sat up and wiped his eyes with the back if his hand. "No, but how am I suppose to know what they are feeling, Ally? Hmm? They are fucking DEAD!" he yelled, and I jumped. I gritted my teeth together and stood up.

"I'm am here trying to help you, and here you are fucking yelling at me! I'm sorry that you had to find out the way you did, Harry! I would change the way they died if I could but I can't! I'm just trying to be a fucking friend and help you out here, to comfort you! But it seems like in the end, you always find a way pushing me away." I had a tear run down my face, and I wiped it away harshly.

Harry looked dumbfounded as he sat on his legs and store at the floor. "I'm sorry, Alice." he whispered. "You're fine." I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest.

Thank you.

"For what, Harry?" I asked and looked at him. Harry stood up and looked at me. I could see his eyes shine with green in them, and they were clouded with something. It almost looked like... fear?

"For being my only friend. I know I don't deserve you at all, but, you are something else." he said. "What do you mean I'm something else?" I asked confused. Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes with the balls of his palms.

"Haven't you noticed?" he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I began looking around the room for any changes. Have I changed my room around or something?

No, Alice. You're changing me.

Widening my eyes, I looked up at him. "How?" I need to know how, because I am so lost right now."My eyes. Have you noticed the green in them?" Harry took a step closer and store right into my eyes, and I did the same thing back.

There was that green in his eyes again. I nodded my head. "Yes, I've noticied that many times, but continue." I nodded. "You're bringing me back to life, Alice." I froze at those words. I am bringing him back to life? Is that even possible?

"And have you noticied how warm I am getting? Here," he picked up my hand and laid it on his face, on his cheek. The warmth off from his face radiated onto my palm and I gasped. "And my emotions. I haven't felt half the emotions I have felt before you, Alice."

I looked at him. This makes sense. I am bringing him back to life, because I'm rubbing off on him basically. I just hope he isn't taking my soul, and when he fully turns back to human, if possible, I won't die. A laugh erupted inside my head.

No, you won't die. And no, I am not taking your soul. Demons do that, and I am not a demon.

"Good! Cause I amtoo young to have my soul taken away." I smiled. Harry smiled back, exposing his dimples. "And lastly," Harry moved my hand off from his face and onto his chest where his heart would be located.

That's when I felt and heard a heart beat of life ripple through him, and into my hand.