Warzone // Harry Styles AU

Music

a/n: OKAY MAJORLY SHITTY CHAPTER HERE RN ITS NOT EVEN IMPORTANT AND ITS SUPER CARROTTY CUZ I WROTE IT A SOLID YEAR AND A HALF AGO DONT SHOOT ME OKAY IF YOU DONT WANT TO READ THE CARROTTY SHIT JUST GO UNTIL I TELL YOU ITS NOT WORTH IT ANYMORE ILYSM

*Charlie's POV*

Surprisingly enough, life went on after the attack. We didn't prepare that much, didn't worry... Or at least the boys didn't.

I, for one, was scared shitless. Harry tried to settle me down, but it was no use. The only thing that kept me sane was training.

I trained almost five hours a day. Harry taught me how to shoot, and by the end of that week I was hitting the center of the targets like he was. Same with throwing knives.

When it came to wrestling, Harry always went easy on me. So I found someone who wouldn't. I didn't even know the man, he just was there, and I told him not to hold back.

He didn't.

The first few times, he beat me within five minutes, holding a fake knife to my throat. But as time wore on, it took longer and longer, and eventually I was the one with the knife on him.

Sweat poured down my face, and I breathed heavily, sitting on his chest with the point of the knife on his windpipe. He grinned at me, and I smiled back.

"Well, Harry, I think she's good," he said, and I rolled off into a standing position. He got up, clapping me on the back, and trooped back inside.

I laughed, shaking my head and looking at Harry happily. He grinned proudly, applauding me.

I took a bow, and Harry made his way over. He embraced me, not caring if I was disgusting.

"Do you feel better now?" He whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes, sighing, and nodded. "Good," Harry murmured.

I walked back inside to take a shower, making a pit stop in the kitchen for some water. I opened a fresh bottle, and heard something from another room. It was singing.

*a/n: okay this is where it gets carrotty basically Louis sings and drags the rest of the boys into it and that's like it so skip from here to the end if you don't want to read it lol don't shoot me I was a carrot I know*

I followed the voice, and found myself in the living room, where Louis sat on the couch. He continued singing softly until he noticed me in the entryway.

He cut off abruptly, and I frowned. "Why'd you stop? You're quite good."

He scratched his head, clearing his throat awkwardly. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

I grinned. "Why not?"

"Because... Uh... I don't like other people hearing me sing."

"Bullcrap," I stated. "You're singing."

"But I don't want to!" Louis whined.

"If you want a butt, go to a strip club," I said, walking over to the piano in the room. It was mostly for show, considering no one really played it. "What song?"

"I'm not singing."

I sighed. "Harry!" I called.

Soon after, his head popped through the door. "Yeah, babe?"

"Get Louis to sing for me."

"Why?"

"Because he was singing earlier, and I heard, and now he won't do it," I frowned, glaring at Louis. He hung his head in his hands, face burning.

"Why did you tell him that?" Louis groaned. "This was not supposed to happen."

"Aw, Lou, just sing! It's not a big deal," Harry said, smirking.

"Fine," Louis agreed. "But only if Harry sings with me."

Harry's smirk dropped, and he began to stammer excuses. But I clapped happily, nodding and grinning.

Jut then, Niall walked into the room, followed by Zayn and Liam.

Harry seized the opportunity. "I'll only do it if Niall does it," he blurted.

Niall looked at him, confused, but exclaimed. "I'll only do whatever we're doing if Zayn does it!"

Zayn took no time considering. "I'll only do it if Liam does it!"

Liam's eyes widened. He looked at me. I grinned wildly, jumping up and down. "What are we doing?" He asked, scared.

"Singing!" I squealed, clapping again. The boys groaned. "Now, what song?"

Niall scratched his shoulder. He coughed. "Well, Torn then boys? I mean, if everyone knows it..."

The rest of the group slowly nodded, sulking that they had somehow gotten dragged into it.

I played the first few notes on the piano, and they started to sing. I froze, turning around in wonder.

It was perfect harmony. Their voices were smooth, you could hear the emotions. I didn't know how they didn't form a band before.

As they sang the last pitches, they trailed off, looking at each other in shock. "How...?" Liam said, shaking his head. Everyone looked confused.

"Holy crap!" I exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. "That was amazing!"

The boys stood staring at each other awkwardly, and I edged out the room to actually take my shower.

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a/n: if you read the shitty part and now try to hate on me ill probably sass the hell out of you just saying. I gave you multiple warnings it was coming you didn't have to read it if you didn't want to.

anyways so this was shit I know I'll put the next chap up in like 5 seconds (of sUMMER IM SO PATHETIC) so sit tight friends I'll be back *evil laughter* ily