Soldier Styles // Harry Styles

Chapter 11

^^^Amanda's POV^^^

I had to sneak out of my window, mainly because everyone would hear me if I went through the main room, and that's what I'm trying to avoid.

I pack a bag full of food, clothes, and water, the necessaries, putting it on my back.

I jump from the window to the ground, not hurting myself too bad in the process.

I run out of eye site to anyone who might come out of the house, or anyone for that matter.

I run and run and run, taking breaks along the way, until I reach the familiar sighting of the base.

I hurry and rush to the door, barging in, not caring if anyone sees me.

"I knew you'd show up," a voice startles me.

"Well, you did tell me that Harry died." I snap.

"Had to do what was necessary to get you to come here." He shrugs.

"So is her alive or not?" I'm starting to get irritated.

"Oh, he's more than alive," Louis smirks.

"You lied! You bastard! I'm leaving." I almost want to punch him, but I refrain myself.

"No you're not. Grab her," he nods his head behind me, and instantly I feel the pressure of two arms hiding me back.

"Let me go!" I kick in their grip, but it's no use.

"Why are you doing this? What have I done to you, Louis?" I give up on trying to get our of their deathly grips.

"You haven't done a anything yet, darling," his voice is wicked.

"But if you haven't noticed, I do what's best for the army. And you're not exactly helping." He's a lunatic!

"Why don't you just kill me, then? If I'm that much of a bother to this place, why not just kill me?" My question seems to catch him off guard.

"I cannot do that, love. That wouldn't be appropriate, you're going to help me." He confuses me even more.

"Help you with what? What can I do? Louis, you keep saying that I can help you, yet you're not telling me how!" I snap.

"Break Harry's heart." He answers simply.

"Why? He has a girlfriend." I remind him.

"No, she's just a shag. He needs this to help him. I'm giving you three months. Don't let me down."

"How will it help him?" I try to understand.

"His heart is his most delicate thing, if it's broken, he'll be broken as well."

"I still don't understand-"

"You don't have to," he cuts me off.

"I-I can't do that to him. He's too good for that, he doesn't deserve it." I try to convince him not to make me do that.

"Do it, or your mother is dead." He threatens, walking away before I can say anything else, along with the guards that were holding me.

..

"Hey," I wave to Harry when I see him.

"Hey, why are you here?" He asks, taking a seat in front of me.

"I-" I wasn't prepared to answer any questions.

"I- uhm, wanted to talk to you." I say, though it sounds like more of a question.

"You came all this way to talk to me?" He asks, and I can tell he doesn't believe me.

"Yes," I nod, "I missed you."

"You missed me?" His eyebrows furrow.

"Yep, you should let me come to your bunker later? We should talk?" I suggest.

"Yeah, sure." He still seems confused.

"Okay, great." I smile, it's forced but he can't tell.

"Maybe after lunch?" He suggests.

"Yeah, that'll be great."

As he walks away, I feel my heart breaking in my chest. He doesn't deserve this, but neither did I.

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Poor Harry:(

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