Harry didn't open his eyes just yet, he couldn't really remember what happened to him.
He sighed "strange dream that was..." remembering blurry flashes of memory in his head.
He then felt a raspy touch beneath him. His hand pulled into fists , lightly squishing the material that was running through his fingers.
Was that...sand?
"What the fuck.." , he whispered in complete confusion .
He opened his eyes slowly, a bright light blinding him as he tried to sort things out.
He groaned , and sat , scratching his neck with confusion. Around him, all sorts of sounds -screams,shouts,cries- were not helping in the slightest the huge headache that he had.
He looked up, his eyes getting used to the light, and gasped in shock.
"What the fuck?!"
He was sitting in the middle of a beach. White sand, turquoise crystal clear water , waves successively rolling over the waterside... then he turned around and his eyes widened at the sight of the complete chaos in front of him. Pieces of metal scattered everywhere, a big chunk of the plane in fire, people screaming and running trying to find their relatives. It was completely mad.
He finally remembered.
The plane, The shocks, the screams, the explosion and ...
"LOUIS!"
He hopped on his feet instantly, now worried more than ever for his new friend.
"LOU! WHERE ARE YOU?"
He began to run desperately shouting with no positive answers whatsoever.
He fell to his knees with desperation.
"Harry! Come help!"
His head snapped around at the voice instantly.
"Niall!"
He ran quickly to where the voice was still shouting.
Niall looked absolutely shattered. His vest was ripped off, his pants falling and his face was covered with soot and little scars.
"Niall, you okay?!"
"I'm fine, but not him!"
He followed Niall's worried eyes and his glance ended up at the leg of a stranger who was lying on the sand in front of him.
"Holy shit.." , he let out with shock.
A piece of metal , the size of a ruler, was poking out from the skin of the injured man, blood was pouring out from the wound in a worrying quantity.
The stranger was biting his lips, clearly in pain. His dark hair formerly pushed up in a stylish quiff was covered with sand and sticking to his forehead covered with sweat . He wore a torned uniform from the airline and Harry guessed that he was probably working with Niall. Another boy was leaning on top of the stranger wearing the same uniform and his sincere brown eyes looked up at him. He was clearly anxious and scared for
his mate. A giant scar was crossing his cheek.
"That's Liam and here's Zayn." Niall explained quickly. " We don't know what to do more for Zayn's leg , do you know something , anything?!"
"I-I don't know, sorry.", he replied , disappointed.
He remembered something and his eyes suddenly lit up:
"But Louis! He told me that he studied in health to be a doctor or something!"
Niall and Liam looked back at him with hope shinning through their tired eyes.
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Sand In Your Shoes ( A Larry Stylinson AU ) boyxboy
Teen Fiction“Some things are destined to be -it just takes us a couple of tries to get there.” ― J.R. Ward They were polar oposites ; one was carefree ,always up for something new and never afraid of what would come out of it. The other was a more of a wallfl...
