alive ↠ hs

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Harry's POV

Someone threw open the door, shooting the Biters around me before leaning down beside me. I felt someone's hands on me as I opened my eyes, his blue eyes and blonde hair coming into view.

No, this wasn't real. I was dead. I was actually dead.

"Niall?" I blurted, choking on tears.

"Harry," he breathed, pushing his hand into my wound. "I found you. I finally found you."

I screamed out in pain, my vision turning black.

When I woke, I was laying in a bed, hooked up to an IV machine, my injuries had been treated and wrapped. All dirt and grime had been removed from my body. 

I sat up on my elbows, finding Niall asleep by my bed. I reached out, shaking him softly. "Niall?"

He woke up, an instant smile spreading across his face. Before I could say anything, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around me, causing me to fall backwards on the bed. 

I laughed as he fell on top of me, squeezing me tightly. "I'm so glad I found you, Harry."

I smiled, wrapping my arms around him as tears slipped out of my eyes. "Me too."

I pulled back and looked at him, meeting his blue eyes. "What happened? You died, I-"

"No," he shook his head. "I got bit, yes, when I told you to leave me, someone else came and helped me."

He held up his hand, where it was amputated from the elbow down. A gasp left my mouth when I saw it, looking up to meet his eyes. "I shouldn't have left you, I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "No, don't apologize, you were just doing what I told you. I'm fine now, I just can't use this hand."

I chuckled. "Where are we?"

"My camp," he said. "It's a town full of people. They're the ones that saved me. They're great people, Harry."

"James is the leader?"

"What?" he asked me. "That's S33, this is Camp Willow. You were from S33?"

"Yeah, I followed that map," I said to Niall. "It was weird at first, Saige also found the camp, that's when everything went to hell."

"What? Who's Saige?" 

I sat up, a small smile creeping onto my face. I told him everything, every last detail of everything Saige and I had been through. How much I loved her. How I needed to find her. How we needed to kill James and free the people.

"She probably thinks I'm dead."

"Hell, I thought you were dead." Niall grinned, making me laugh.

"Well, get some sleep and rest up," he smiled, heading for the door. "We're going to get your girl."

Saige's POV   2 weeks later

I paced around the room, biting my lip. I had seen him. I know I saw him. At first, I thought it was fake. I didn't believe my eyes. But now, Asher had convinced me that Harry was dead. He was dead.

I shook my head. It had been almost two weeks since they attacks and he hadn't come back yet. Maybe I hadn't seen him. Maybe it really was in my head. Maybe I was insane.

Someone knocked on my door, causing me to stop in my tracks. I opened the door, expecting to see Asher standing there but instead, James stood there, that stupid grin on his face.

"Hey, sweetheart." He smiled, pushing past me and into my apartment. 

"Get the hell out." I scoffed at him. 

"Now, now, that's not the way to talk to your future husband." He smirked.

"Oh no, no," I laughed, pushing him towards the door. "I mean, no, fuck no."

He pushed my hands away, his wrapping around my throat. What was it with him and choking me? I mean, I thought he was kinky but this was just getting old.

He turned us around so that I was pressed against the wall. A smile spread across my lips as he squeezed my throat tightly. "Do it."

His eyes widened at me. "You're insane."

"You really want to kill me?" I said, my hand hovering over his, causing him to squeeze tighter. "Fucking do it then. I'm tired of these games."

He pulled away, pulling a knife from his jeans. "You're going to marry me and you're going to lead this camp whether you like it or not."

"I would rather you kill me that be your wife." I spat, turning away from him.

He spun me around, pushing me back against the wall, my head banging hard against it. My vision became blurry for a second as I looked up at him. He pressed the knife into my neck, warm blood cascading down my chest as my eyes rolled back into my head.

My hand reached out to him, feeling for his face, where I pressed my thumb into his eye. He groaned loudly and pulled away, causing me to fall to the floor. I pulled myself to my knees, breathing heavily, black dots invading my vision.

My hands were shaking as it wrapped around the handle of the knife. I tried to take deep breaths, my hands pressing into the wound on my neck. My head was cloudy with pain as I struggled to rise to my feet. 

James pushed me onto my back, throwing a leg over me as he snatched the knife from my hands. "Please, don't."

"You just wanted me to kill you, but now," he said, his fingers dancing over my neck. "Now you're begging me to spare your life."

I coughed as his hand pressed harshly into my neck. "Beg."

I forced my eyes opened, looking for his eyes. "No."

He squeezed tighter as I pushed against his chest, struggling to breathe. "I won't beg."

I stared to black out, giving up against his hands as the door flew open, pulling James attention from me.

I grabbed the knife from his hands and with the last bit of energy I had left, I dove the knife into his chest, killing him.

He let go of my neck, falling off my body. I rolled over, sucking in air. 

"Saige?" 

I closed my eyes, trying to breathe. "Saige? Baby, it's me, open your eyes, look at me."

Pain danced over my vision as I opened my eyes. "Show me your eyes, baby."

I looked up to see him hovering over me, his hands carasseing my face as his eyes met his.

"Hey, hey," he smiled, a tear drop hitting my face. "I've got you, I've got you, Saige."

He pulled me into his arms as I cried, digging my face into his chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, blinking the pain away.

Reality slowly broke away into darkness as Harry's words engulfed me.

I love you.