The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

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Chapter Twenty-Two of 'The Boy In The Basement':

3rd Person P.O.V

1788, 10:37 pm, Harry Styles is laying down in his bed in his room, watching the stars slowly appear in the black night sky. It was so mesmerizing to him, and he found himself smiling with delight because of it. There was a knock on the door, but his parents were not home. He just decided to ignore it, hoping whoever it was, would go away.

Harry laid down in his bed and rested his eyes. Another knock was heard all the way in his room again, but this time, it was ten times louder then before "Open the fucking door!" Harry's eyes widened, and he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

He began walking out of his room, and quietly running down the staircase. He's beyond scared right now. He doesn't like to admit that, because he is 23 years old, and he doesn't think it's manly.

The banging on his door continued, and he could hear the blood pumping through his veins in his ears. Harry stalked past the living room, and scurried to the basement. He quietly opened the basement door, and as he was about to make a run downstairs, the men busted down the door.

"Get that son of a bitch!" one yelled. Harry widened his eyes and he ran downstairs. It was pitch black and he could not see one thing at all. He tried hiding under the stairs, hoping they wouldn't find him there. "Where did that boy go?" he heard one of the men ask.

Harry tried controlling his rapid breathing. He knew if they heard him breathing, they'd probably shoot him in the head right then and there. The floorboards for the steps began creaking, alarming Harry. "They're making their way down here to kill me," Harry thought to himself.

"You better get your ass out here, boy." one of the men grunted, and Harry shivered. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to think. But, his mind traced back to his sister, his Mum, and his Dad. He wished that they were here, but then again, he doesn't want them going through this pain.

One man lite a match, and stuck it inside an old lantern. It lite up one of the mens face, and Harry cringed. He was ugly, and he was even more afraid of them. He never thought something like this would happen to him, but life is not a fairy tail.

A click, and the whole basement was lite up, they found the lite switch. Harry gulped and began shacking even more now. Harry watched the guy with the lantern as he walked around the basement. Harry didn't know where the other guy went, so it scared him a bit.

Harry soon felt fingers slip through his curly hair, and he was being pulled out forcefully, and thrown in the middle of the floor. "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here." one man nudged the other guy, and they both smiled evilly.

"If you didn't run, this would've been so much easier!" one laughed. I looked up at them with tears in my eyes. "W-What do you want from me?" Harry asked nervously. "Your father and us have not had a good past. And, since he's nowhere, we decided to pay his home a visit. And, it turns out that he has a boy!" they both laughed.

Harry cringed. "Yeah, so we're getting payback." they confirmed. "Why don't you just talk it out with him? I'm sure he'll understand because he's a very under-" Harry was cut off by a slap to the face. Harry yelped and grabbed his cheek.

"Fuck no! It's more fun to do it like this.." and that was when Harry Styles was brutally murdered in the basement.

Harry's P.O.V

I fell backwards just a tad, and I guess it was a good thing that Alice was directly behind me. "I would have loved being there to watch." Miles laughed. "Miles! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Alice yelled. 

She began walking towards him, but I held my arm out in front of her body to stop her. Alice sighed and stepped back. "Miles, I think it's time for you to leave, and for you to never come back." I said in a low, but loud voice.

Miles just looked at me like he was dumb. "I can't leave yet." he stated. "And why not?" Alice asked sarcastically. It was hard not to stop a smile from forming on my lips because of her sassy side. "Because I haven't captured your soul yet!" he yelled.

Alice gasped and covered her mouth with one hand. "Yeah, surprised right? Well, just tell her to give me her fucking soul!" Miles said, taking a step forward. I moved my arm away from Alice as I took a swung to Miles' face.

He stumbled backwards as he grabbed his jaw. "You touch her, you will wish to be dead all over again." I growled, balling up my fists down by my sides. Miles growled and turned on his heel. "I will be back again, and when I do come back, I will accomplish what needs to be accomplished!" with that, he jumped out of the window.

I turned over to Alice who had tears running down her beautiful face. She made eye contact with me and fell into my arms. I caught her and held her close to me, as if it was the last time she'll ever be in my arms. I hope that is not the case here.

"Babe, are you alright?" I asked to her, pulling her away from me so I could see her. She shook her head, and looked down at where Miles grabbed her. There were five burn marks on her skin. I felt pitty for her.

I grabbed her wrist and brought it up to my mouth, kissing each and everyone of the burn marks covering her soft skin. "I'm sorry I left you alone with that fucking asshole, Alice." I said to her, making direct eye contact with her.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you about Miles being dangerous," she whispered. She looked at me, and her eyes began watering once more. "Harry. I'm scared he's going to come back, and actually take my soul." she cried.

I shook my head and embraced her tightly. "As long as I'm with you, he won't ever come near you." I whispered to her, kissing the top of her head.