Chapter 1

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The trenchs were cold and small, the soldiers didn't have space to lay their legs while sleeping, if there were any sleep. The sky was as gray as smoke, everyone was tired and famished, Nick's shoes were dirty with mud and it made the place stink more than it did the night before. The boys were trying to get to sleep but the smell and the horrible grenade noises were giving them nightmares. "Hey Grimshaw, time to your second round, take Harry with ya"- said Frank, lad had a strong southern accent, Nick could barely understand him "Harry wake up lad would you, got some security to do". He didn't say a word, just picked up his machine gun and followed his friend.

The streets in the trenchs were bloddy and wet "Andrew where is Jack?" Harry asked after seeing his friend whom he had shared bread before, hoping to get a happy response "Died three weeks ago Styles...m'sorry". That was when he realized, the battalion had been there for more than a month and with no progress at all, the germans were winning. Nick was trying his best to make the boy chearfull at least for a day "So...Harry are you taking your pills?" He wasn't sick, he didn't need pills but he had to take them twice a day otherwise they would kill him, throw them to the no one land with no pity at all. "I'm not sick Grimshaw" , "Aye, but they wont take your word for it mate, better obey these fuckers before they catch ya with the other lad in Cabel Street" Harry pushed Nick towards the grain sac wall with his hand on Nick's face "Listen here mate, there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Louis, besides his troop lives across the trench" Harry's face was red of anger and fiever, he just wanted to go home, to his mother, to his sister. "Well if there's nothing going on then what was that letter you wrote to him a week ago" said an annoying irish voice, Nick couldn't stop laughing "Lord, stop it, both of you, I never send the letter", "But you wanted to" said Grimshaw "Stop it Nick, they cant know about this".

Niall went to school with Harry for three years before the war, his family moved from Ireland to England four years before, Louis and Liam were the only ones who talked to Niall when he first moved, but they went to another school, leaving him with Harry, Alex, Fionn and Zayn who unfortunately died at the concentration camp after being captured by the germans. But Styles and Niall did became very close friends after all, they went to the same training camp and survived 18 months into the war together, that was enough for the irish lad to be grateful.

"General" said Niall surprised, adjusting his posture. "Oh, Horan, good you are with them, its dangerous to go alone"-said the general, "Go where?", "Didn't they tell you? Service is getting worse each day... Well Im sending you three on a mission, all of you are going to the other British trench in French territory" The boys were left surprised, they weren't allowed to leave the trench during day light, "Pardon me sir, but with all due respect its still day and we are moving to another trench, it's a week journey minimum, we are outnumbered in case of a trap and we don't have any snipers or enough supplies" Harry spoke so loudly, it woke up the whole troop in that area "Lower your voice cabe, and yes that is why I already send a letter to the Cabel Street lads, they are on the mission with you, furthermore they will give you the supplies you need, "Oh and boys, you better get there before sun down, they will be waiting". They just nodded "And boys...May luck be on your side, if you manage to survive you can go home, God be with you"those were the general's last words to them, they were all scared, Harry and Niall have never left the trench to go on a long mission such as this one, they were all terrified, except for Nick who was older and had experience outside training camp.


Hi guys, hope you liked the first chapter, and if you didn't please don't abandon this story I promise it gets amazingly better after

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