Harry Styles Imagines

59. Alone AU

"No, you don't have to do this. Please. You don't have to do this. Don't go."

Your eyes are wide as you clamp onto Harry's forearm, begging him not to leave. His eyes roam over your features in a desperate manner, as he tries to make you understand he has to do this.

"Basil killed my brother, YN. You have to understand," before finishing his sentence, Harry grabs your two shoulders and leans in. Your foreheads are touching, and the familiar feeling you get whenever you're close to him appears again, "I love you so much, YN. So bloody much, but you have to understand I need to do this. Please, understand."

Your throat closes up as the words leave his mouth, because you do understand. You do realize Harry has to go chase the guy that killed his brother in cold blood. But the fact that the killer has entire gang behind him scares the hell out of you. Your boyfriend may be the best fighter of your gang, but that doesn't mean he'll get out of a fight with 15 people without getting injured. Let alone not getting a bullet through his head.

With your eyes on the ground and your shoulders down, you take a step closer to his body and wrap your arms around him.

"Please, stay safe," you mumble against his chest.

Harry puts his chin on the top of your head and sighs.

"I will, baby, I will."

Suddenly, the old wooden door opens with a creak behind you. The motion happens so slowly that when a head peaks behind the door, you had the chance to wrap your arms tighter around Harry's waist, in fear he'll leave any second now. Harry looks at the person and lets out another sigh, while his entire body almost collapses in your arms.

"I'm coming, man," Harry says, but as the words leave his lips he only hugs you stronger, like he's afraid to let you go, too.

"If we still wanna do this today, we gotta leave now, H," Jake, one of Harry's best friends and his 'sidekick', announces before closing the door again.

"You promised you'd be there for my birthday." The thought of not having your boyfriend on your 20th birthday makes your eyes burn.

"And I'm not breaking that promise, YN." Harry places a soft kiss on your hair, before he continues, "I must go now, babe. Promise me you'll stay with the boys no matter what - no matter what - and that you won't sneak out to our tree house. If Basil or any of his brothers find out I'm chasing him, they'll try to stop me in every way possible, and that includes that they'll try to find you. So, please, stay with others."

You were born into this. Into people getting killed, because your camp was running out of food. You were born with gunshots all over the place, as people tried to protect their children and the camp, because that was all they had. Family and the camp. Nobody had more.

That's why Harry's words don't face you, because you know you can be a possible victim of your opponents' kidnapping raids every single day. People got reported missing every day, and you realize you can be the next, but you can be the next every day. You had to learn how to live with that. Besides, you can easily take care of yourself. You know how to handle a gun or knives.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me-"

"You know that's not possible, YN," Harry interrupts you, his eyes search yours as he gives you a silent message that he is not ready to say goodbye to you for forever.

You caress the side of his face, and wipe a lock of hair out of his face.

"Don't get shot, big guy, 'cause I won't be the one cleaning up your wounds," you whisper. An airy laugh goes past his lips.