harry styles
Harry Styles AU
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I furrow my brow, sniffing the air. The smell is different— human. You look like me, two arms and two legs, but walk on two feet, not like the animals around me who move on all fours.
A few moments ago, a loud roar broke the quiet jungle. One of those flying machines appeared, trailing smoke, before it crashed into the trees. I’ve seen them in the sky before, but this time, it was on fire, falling fast.
My feet, bare against the soft earth, carried me toward the wreck. The jungle was alive with sounds: the rustling of leaves, the calls of monkeys swinging high in the trees, the sharp chirps of birds.
The air smelled damp, full of life, and the ground was soft beneath me, always wet from the thick rainstorms that came almost every day.
I reached the wreckage and stopped, breath caught in my throat. There were dead bodies, their eyes wide with fear, scattered in the mess of metal. But there, in the middle of it all, was you, a woman, lying still and pale on the ground.
I grew up here, with the jungle as my family. I know the ways of the animals— how to move quietly like a jaguar, how to swim like the river fish, how to listen to the forest's whispers.
I’ve always been the only human, wearing only a cloth around my waist, the jungle my only home. But when I saw you, lying there so different from the creatures I knew, something inside me stirred.
I had never seen another human, and the sight of you— broken and helpless— made me feel something I couldn’t explain
harry styles
Chatta ora
