preview

Short Story: A Fictional Narrative

Decent Essays
Open Document

Michael's back hurt from sleeping on the hard wooden chair but he didn’t mind since he was well rested. He sat up cracking his back. It was still dark out. He noticed there was a note left on his chest. ‘We all went out on the boat to see the sunrise. Be back by noon - Ashton’. Michael didn’t care that they left him he never cared for boats. He stumbled half awake up the stairs making his way to the bedroom him and the boys were supposed to share. He turned the corner and opened the door. Michael froze when he was met with the site of Harry Styles half naked sprawled out on the bed. The only thing covering him was a pair of navy blue pants that cut off just above the ankle. “S-sorry! I though this was my bedroom.” Michael stuttered. Harry …show more content…

Michael blushed and scurried into the room. He sat nervously on the corner of the bed. Harry scooched closer to him. He placed his hand on Michael's shoulder making him jump. “Why are you scared of me?” Harry asked. Michael shrugged. It took all his strength not to run out of the room. “I’m not.” Michael said. He felt even more nervous now. He liked Harry. There was a knot in his stomach. Harry gave his famous smirk and laid back into his original spot propping himself up against the pillows. “Well are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna make yourself comfortable.” Harry said lightly tapping the open space beside him on the bed. Michael gave him a soft nervous smile and crawled across the bed to sit on the other side. He propped himself up in the mountain of pillows just as Harry did. Michael's eyes drifted over Harry's body looking at his collection of tattoos. Harry turned his head making eye contact with Michael. “Are you checking me out?” Harry teased. Michael blushed. Thinking fast he pointed to Harry's left wrist at the tiny anchor tattoo. It looked newer than the other tattoos. Michael remembered Harry had a different tattoo there. He swore before on the top of his wrist were the words “I can’t …show more content…

Was it too fast?” Harry asked. Michael nodded sheepishly. He began to rub soft circles into Michael's back trying to calm him. He held Michael for several minutes in pure silence. Harry looked down at Michael's now open eyes and staring into them he knew he was indeed his anchor. When Michael woke up the sun had risen. He was alone in Harry's bed now but the shower was running. He untangled himself from the sheets and slid back on his clothing. His bare feet pattered against the wood floors as he walked down the short dark hall to his room. He stumbled back as he bumped into something. He couldn’t tell what is was in the dark. Two hands grabbed his shoulders holding him in place. “There you are.” The voice grumbled. He swallowed thickly realizing it was Zayn. He jerked away but Zayn kept his hold tighter. “I know what you did. Stay away from him or I will make your life a living hell until your fucking contract ends.” Zayn hissed into Michael's ear. “I’m not scared of you.” Michael said. Zayn narrowed his eyes and shoved the boy

Get Access
Related
Get Access