I BITE(Harry Styles fanfic)

CHAPTER 2 - Worrying

NOT EDITED

   I stared blankly at the lilac-painted walls of my room, lost in the events of the past few hours.

I hope Jason got back to camp safely with the medical supplies. Dozens of people depended on those supplies.

But what if he was caught? I knew that he had the one-person teleporting device I gave him on our first mission together last summer, but that old model short-circuits all the time. I had promised him an upgrade to make his mission easier, but that was before Hitler-reincarnate put a lock on my credit chip. I would have gotten him a newer model with hard cash but in this day and age, cash was accepted only in underground black markets. And that's if you can get the link and be in and out of there before nightfall; you wouldn't want to be preyed upon by the Nightcrawlers; as darkness falls the place becomes infested with them. They're the deadliest of creatures to walk the earth and it's very rare for anyone to come in contact with them and still be alive.

The door creaked open and in walked Felicia with a laundry basket balancing on her left hip. "Still staring at the wall lass? You know instead of worrying, you should send the boy a message and see if he replies." She set the basket on the bed beside me and started folding its content and putting them away.

Fel always seemed to know what I was thinking. Well not exactly what I was thinking but she did figure out I was worrying about a boy.

"I can't. My jailer have two guards stationed at my door. And besides, even if my door wasn't guarded, he threatened to watch over me personally and you know I can't stand to be near Harry for more than a minute without wanting to pull my hair out; or more aptly, pull his hair out. I think he knows that too, that's why he used that as a threat. Besides, he has all the outside doors heavily guarded and I have no electronic devices, he took them all including my teleporting device." I let out a weary breath.

I feel like I'm living in the dark ages.

I couldn't sleep last night, sick with worry.  To make things worse, even if I find a way to sneak out of the castle undetected, I won't make it to camp until late evening and there was no way I'd make it back here before nightfall.

Darn Harry for taking my teleporting device!

" Allyanna Savera Carter, when had a few little guards and no electronic devices stopped you from getting what you want, huh? Use that brain of yours and figure out a way to go see that boy!" She was staring at me sternly with her hands on her hips.

Felicia didn't know what I did when I sneak out of the castle once a month. She assumed I was sneaking out to see my boyfriend and I didn't correct her either. The less people who knows what I do, the better. I wouldn't want our precious king to find out about the group of free uninfected persons I'm helping. Heaven knows what he'll do to them if he did; probably lock the poor souls away so he can have a group of scientists experiment on them in another attempt to find the elusive cure. I shivered at the thought.

"You cold lass?" She asked, obviously piking up on my body language. I shook my head in reply to her question.

She came to sit beside me and put her arm around my shoulders. "Ally, I know you're having a bad time living here with King Harry watching your every move, but if there is one thing I know is that you don't let anyone stop you from following your heart. And that's why I admire you so much." Felicia's eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Fel lost the man she loved, Liam, a few years ago.
Don't worry, he didn't die.

The broke up a few years back.

He is now married and is overseas working as one of Harry's overseers.
Overseeing what? I have no idea.

Anyway, Liam was one of the king's guards until he was promoted. He wanted Fel to go with him overseas but she refused because her witch of a mother said she couldn't. Fel was always the obedient type even though she tries to hide it behind the I'm-so-bad attitude. Her mother was an awful woman; she manipulated the poor girl in to doing whatever pleased her wicked soul. it's a good thing she died in her sleep last year or else Fel would still be in that old dump of a house scrubbing floors and washing her dreadful mother's fungus-covered feet.

Fel blames herself for Liam moving on. She is convinced that if she had defied her mother and left with the man she loves, they would now be happily married with a house full of kids.
Soppy, I know.

You know what I think? I think Liam is an idiot. He didn't fight for Felicia, and on my watch that proves that he didn't really want her and he's undeserving of her.

“OK, enough of this,” I said, adding a little steel to my voice.

This little pity party was getting a little too depressing. I can’t bear to see my best friend sulking over a married man who obviously doesn’t care how she feels. Besides, I desperately need to figure out a way to contact Jason and get some food supplies to everyone at camp before night fall.

If Jason and I’s plan hadn’t been interrupted at the shipping dock, then five hundred people would have had food right now as well as more medical supplies. Now everything is in shambles. How will I be able to source enough food to help feed five hundred people? The plan was to raid one of the food cargos at the shipping dock, but now that that plan is out the window I don’t know how to come by such a large amount of food.  I probably could raid the palace kitchen, but how would I get all that food out undetected.  And if by some miracle I get past all of that, how will I get it to camp without a teleporting device?

I scratched my head absentmindedly; lost in thought. I didn’t even realize Fel was sniffing on my left shoulder.  I should be comforting my best friend but I can’t seem to pull my thoughts away from the five hundred people who might have to do without a supply of food for the upcoming winter season.

I need to think of something and act fast. I won’t allow more people to suffer more than they have to; not while there is a possibility I can do something about it. First I got to get Fel to stop hosting a pity party and help me out. I can comfort her later and she can drown her sorrows in a carton of ice cream; right now there are more pressing matters at hand, winter is already here.

“Let’s focus on the present and the future.  There is no use crying over spilled milk, what’s past is past.  I know it hurts but thinking about Liam will only make it hurt more.” I rap both my hands around her shoulders and give her a brief hug.  “Now can you please help me out of here? I need to know if Jason is okay.”

She sniffed slightly and looked up at me. “You’re right, but who’s Jason? I thought your boyfriend’s name is Ashton.” She was now looking at me with her brows furrowed in mild confusion.

Shit. I knew I’d slip up at some point.

“Auh . . .Jason is his middle name.” I replied, praying she didn’t hear the undercurrent of uncertainty in my voice. I have a hard time lying to people close to me.  It’s something that needed to be done though.

  “Okay, let’s get you a phone.” I guess she didn’t hear it. She sniffed again and her lips curved up into a small smile filled with mischief.  “Not just any phone, one without a tracking device, and there is only one place you can find that . . . the king’s living quarters.” The last four words were laden with naughty promise.

I smiled back at her with equal amount of mischief; her silent message registered.

I see no reason not to have a little fun while we look for the phone . . .

A/N: Hey guys! Happy New year when it comes!