It was a cold and crisp night on the beach off the coast of Dunkirk. Harry lay in the sand in a pair of new clothes that didn’t sit quiet right on his body. It was better than his waterlogged clothes from the day prior and so he wasn’t one to complain. He could hear the sounds of men, groaning in pain or screaming in agony, fighting for space in whatever boat was available, when one would come. Everyone was dying around them. Harry tried to go somewhere else in his mind.
He pictured Louis, standing in the entrance to their home in Paris. He could practically picture him in his favourite white dress shirt and faded, brown braces. It had been so long since Harry had seen him in his civilian clothes that he had almost entirely forgotten what …show more content…
He was bent over Zayn’s body. That day his fever had taken him to new extremities. With the bitter cold night all Zayn could do was lay there and shiver in the sand, inhaling the salt water. He watched his body start trembling so violently it appeared as if he were near enough to convulsing. Harry just needed to know how they could fix this. He just needed to last until morning. Come morning they could hop on the next boat to London. Zayn would be home. He just needed to hold out a little …show more content…
Louis’ eyes were face skywards while Harry’s were still locked on the sea. Louis saw the sky, he must have known it was coming. His eyes locked with Harry’s and without explanation he said the words aloud,
“I love you.”
Harry didn’t even have enough time to reply before the bomb struck and chaos cracked the sky in two.
Smoke clouded Harry’s vision though he quickly realised he was back in the water. Men pushed and shoved his body while he gasped for air and struggled to push himself into a standing position. Before he was even upright he was screaming Louis’ name. He couldn’t hear himself over the shrill ringing in his ears, so he screamed louder. He screamed until his throat hurt, until it felt like it was near enough to bleeding.
The other body were pushing Harry, hauling him back into the boat, cramming him in with the other hundred odd men trying desperately to confine themselves into the space. He couldn’t push nor shove. He had no choice but to stay still as the boat slowly set out to sea, his eyes still fixed on the beach. He was screaming until he could no longer speak, until his body finally gave out and he collapsed on the deck of the small fishing boat.
He was safe. He was
He pictured Louis, standing in the entrance to their home in Paris. He could practically picture him in his favourite white dress shirt and faded, brown braces. It had been so long since Harry had seen him in his civilian clothes that he had almost entirely forgotten what …show more content…
He was bent over Zayn’s body. That day his fever had taken him to new extremities. With the bitter cold night all Zayn could do was lay there and shiver in the sand, inhaling the salt water. He watched his body start trembling so violently it appeared as if he were near enough to convulsing. Harry just needed to know how they could fix this. He just needed to last until morning. Come morning they could hop on the next boat to London. Zayn would be home. He just needed to hold out a little …show more content…
Louis’ eyes were face skywards while Harry’s were still locked on the sea. Louis saw the sky, he must have known it was coming. His eyes locked with Harry’s and without explanation he said the words aloud,
“I love you.”
Harry didn’t even have enough time to reply before the bomb struck and chaos cracked the sky in two.
Smoke clouded Harry’s vision though he quickly realised he was back in the water. Men pushed and shoved his body while he gasped for air and struggled to push himself into a standing position. Before he was even upright he was screaming Louis’ name. He couldn’t hear himself over the shrill ringing in his ears, so he screamed louder. He screamed until his throat hurt, until it felt like it was near enough to bleeding.
The other body were pushing Harry, hauling him back into the boat, cramming him in with the other hundred odd men trying desperately to confine themselves into the space. He couldn’t push nor shove. He had no choice but to stay still as the boat slowly set out to sea, his eyes still fixed on the beach. He was screaming until he could no longer speak, until his body finally gave out and he collapsed on the deck of the small fishing boat.
He was safe. He was