Dangerous Fellows Harry x Reader

Chapter: 1

First of all, I would like to add a note.  This is all happening after the main story line, so beware of spoilers! 

Shnoo~

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2nd Person/Author's POV

You and Harry started running.  The groans of the zombies getting louder and louder.  The other guys; Zion, Eugene, and Ethan, had all been lost to the zombie hoard behind you.  Tears stung your eyes as you reminisced them.  Knowing that you would never seen them again. 

You started to slow down as the tears were streaming down your face.  Harry grabbed your wrist and pulled you so you could catch up with him.  Your tears took the place of being slowed as you looked at Harry.  He wasn't looking at you though, he was focusing on something straight ahead.  You looked forward as well. 

You suddenly realized what part of the school you were in.  Harry ran around a corner, his hand still on your wrist, dragging you with him.  The exit was up ahead.  Your lungs were burning.  Everything hurt. 

The door was only a foot away when Harry launched himself at it sideways, breaking it open.  He fell with a rough 'thud' and groaned in pain.  You wanted to stop and help him up, but there was no time.  All you could do was grab Harry's arm and yank him up quickly.  He immediately started running again by your side as if he hadn't fallen at all.  Fear does strange things to a human.

You heard the zombies' wretched noises fading away, but you still felt on edge.  Who could blame you?  They were still chasing in pursuit, and y'all two weren't exactly quiet while running and stumbling around

(Time Skip : Three hours later)

You collapsed on the floor of an abandoned house Harry had spotted.  He said that someplace like this wasn't quite all the attraction and you couldn't help but agree.  The zombies had finally given up, but now you were exhausted.  Your legs and feet ached, especially since you've relaxed.  It was obviously inevitable as they had been pushed way past their limit.  However, they didn't mean that it would hurt any less.  That wasn't the only pain that you felt either.  Hunger staggered around in your tummy. 

While Harry blocked all the doors and windows, you sit there, heaving and gasping for air.  He eventually walked over to you and plopped down, trying to get as comfortable as possible.

"You okay?" you heard his gentle voice ask.  You felt as if you couldn't answer, as if tired was the only feeling you had left.  Yet all that was, was decievance.  Another emotion ebbed at your heart.  As it had been like that for a while.

"Thank you, Harry.  I'm glad at least you're here.  I... I don't want to be alone in this." 

You smiled weakly at him, yet you tried so hard.  Harry smiled back.  His smile was so warm and comforting, like always.  You always found it hard to smile, for you didn't like lying. 

"You don't have to thank me. Besides, I'm glad you're safe, too.  I hope we stay that way," that last part he mumbled and averted his eyes.  Not quiet enough for it to slip by you, though.

Your jeans felt heavier than normal, then you remembered that you had food in your pockets.  You emptied them, turning them inside out.  It revealed two candy bars, both from Ethan.  He always gave you candy bars.  He didn't talk much, but this was his way of showing that he cared. 

The tears started to run down your face again as you recalled the good times y'all had together.  However, that wouldn't happen again.  He was gone now.  He was gone forever.  You accidentally let out a sniffle, which caught Harry's attention. 

He put his hand gently on your shoulder, comforting you.  As he did, you noticed a piece of paper fly out of your pockets too, falling to the floor.  You picked it up and read the writing on the front of the folded square. 

Please read me.

You recalled that Zion had given this to you, and that you hadn't read it yet.  Which only made your tears worse.  You couldn't bring yourself to read it, so you put it back in your pocket.  Meanwhile, your eyes went back to the candy bars. 

"Here," you offered the candy bar.  "I hope you're okay with a candy bar for dinner."

Harry's smile returned as he grabbed the small package and opened it.  He then proceeded to split it in half. 

"No no, I already have one.  I had two." 

Harry nodded slightly then ate half of the candy bar.  He put the other half back in the wrapper and shoved it into his pocket. 

"Well, aren't you going to eat?" Harry asked, concern written all over his face.

His question burned you for some reason.  You didn't want to answer him, but you knew you couldn't just ignore him like that.  After all, it was only you and him left.

"I can't eat," which was partly correct.  You really didn't feel like eating, but you also didn't want to destroy the one thing a person who once lived had gifted you.  You couldn't bare the thought of it anymore, so you just put the candy bar back into your pocket. 

You shivered.  Now that you thought about it, it was pretty cold.  All you had on was an old white T-shirt and battered jeans, with under garments and shoes of course. 

You turned to face Harry.  He looked so tired.  There were obvious bags under his eyes and the oncoming sadness only made them look longer. 

"H-hey," you nudged him with your elbow.  Harry jumped a little, but you still most certainly had his attention.  "Could I... c-could we um... huddle together?  J-just for warmth!  I-I mean you don't have to if you don't want to I just-"

"Sure," Harry cut off your insensible rambling.  "Just for warmth.  Like we did with everybody back at the school..." He did have a small smile at first, but it had faded away as he continued on.

You scooted closer and leaned on him.  Oh how you wished, as you drifted off to sleep, how he would wrap his arm around you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. 

However, this world wasn't all fast food, family, and the occasional therapy sessions.  It was a zombie apocalypse.  Where the only people you had ever trusted were gone, thanks to the one who murdered them.  Might as well have been his own hands who ripped them apart.  Lawrence.

At least you had Harry.  Harry was absolutely breath taking with his light hair laced with purple.  Accompanied with mapless eyes, a deeper purple.  You couldn't deny it; you fell for him, hard.  You had no clue if he liked you back, but it didn't seem like he did.

This is your world, your story.  This, is practically hell.

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1143 words (just counting the story)

Goodbye my buckets

Shnoo~