Rock Me


11. Burn

Harry's POV

I reach my hand out and run my thumb along a deep gash on her hip. Her back is dotted with bruises and patches of risen blood. I hold back burning tears as I carefully examine her as if she's in a lab.

"Olivia, why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

She shakes her head, refusing to make eye contact with me.

"Olivia," I say.

"Bo," she chokes. "Was threatening me. He was telling me he would kill anyone who knew."

"And yet you told the girls," I say.

"They forced me. And Bo was serious. He would have killed you. Harry Styles or not," she tries to joke, but ends with a sob.

I'm mad. Angry. Upset. I feel like someone has lit a fire inside me. But I need to stay strong for her. I need to hold her and tell her everything is going to be okay and that I'll take care of it.

"He's dead," I say through gritted teeth and tears.

"No. No, Harry. I can't lose you, and neither can those little girls who call you their idol. Just have management fire him. If you tell them anything more, they could get the law involved in it, and we don't want that," she says, working herself up.

"Okay, baby. Okay," I say, reaching to grab a paper towel off the lush, granite counter.

I wipe off the tears from her cheeks, then mine.

"I love you," she says, wrapping her small arms around my torso and pulling me into her.

"I love you," I say, wrapping my arms around her slim shoulders, kissing the top of her head.

"Liv? Are you in there? Paul wants us seated before they let the audience in," Rydelle calls through the door.

"Yeah, I'm just fixing my makeup," Olivia says, sniffing a bit.

"I'll wait for you," I say, resting my hand on her hip.

"No, I'll be okay. Go have a good interview," she says, kissing my cheek.

"I will," I say.

Olivia's POV

"Phew," I sigh as I finish touching up my makeup.

As I reposition some pins in my hair, I attempt opening the door with my elbows and laugh at myself when I fail.

"Where are you going, princess?" Bo's raspy growl comes from the very back of the dark corridor.

"Leave me alone, Bo," I say, walking toward the studio.

"Not so fast," he says, chasing after me.

To hell with these fucking heels.

I feel his strong arms wrap around me from behind and tug me back.

"Let me go," I pull at his biceps without any luck.

He opens a supply closet and throws me to the floor, locking the door behind him.

I begin to scream, but his hand clasps my mouth and I whimper at his power.

"No one is here to save you this time, princess. Not even little Eleanor. I don't think I like her very much. She's... obnoxious," he says.

As he bends down next to me on the floor, he pulls a lighter from his pocket.

"This should add a nice mark to your collection," he says, his voice slow. "Harry will like that, won't he?"

Eleanor's POV

"She's not back from the bathroom yet," Rydelle whispers so she doesn't disrupt the boys' interview with Allan.

"I know," I say. My palms are clammy and I'm beginning to stress.

I look behind me to see Mase. He smiles at me, as kind and charming as ever. But Bo isn't with him.

I motion for Perrie to follow me, and for Mase to stay. He nods in understanding, probably thinking we're just going to the restroom.

"Ry, you should stay. That way the boys aren't too freaked out," Perrie whispers. Rydelle nods and looks back up at the stage, laughing at something Niall said.

"Olivia," I whisper loudly as I walk down the bathroom hall.

"Olivia, where are you?" Perrie asks, distress clear in her voice.

"Please, someone help," a whimper sounds from the supply closet across the way.

"Olivia," we say simultaneous.

"No one can hear you, princess. Stop calling for help," Bo's gruff voice sounds. I cover my mouth to hide the sobs rising in my throat.

"Go get the boys. And Paul and Mase. Hurry," I whisper as quietly as possible.

Perrie slips her stilettos off and takes off at full speed towards the studio.

Harry's POV

"It was good seeing you boys, but I better be getting ready for my own interview," Simon says, patting me on the back.

"Bye, Uncle Simon," Louis teases, receiving a glare from Simon.

Zayn's face lights up and I turn around to see Perrie running towards us.

She runs into Zayn's arms and buries her face in his chest.

"Baby, what's the matter?" he asks. Perrie catches her breath and looks up at all of us.

"Bo," she says. My stomach drops and I find my feet running to the bathroom corridor, the boys following closely behind. I slow down as I near the hall, and as I turn the corner, I see El.

Her head is rested against the dry wall, and soft sobs escape her lips every few seconds. I walk towards he slowly and quietly.

"Oh god, somebody ple-," Olivia's voice comes out as a scream but is cut off and my pace quickens.

Paul and Mase walk ahead of me and bust open the supply closet door.

I try going in, but Liam and Niall grab ahold of my arms and hold me back. Perrie's hands are on my face, wiping away tears I suppose, and trying to calm me down.

Moments later, Paul and Mase are pulling out a struggling, fighting Bo. Liam and Niall let go of me and I run into the closet.

I see her immediately, lying on the hard floor, with hardly anything on, besides some very sexy lingerie.

Her eyes are closed. She's motionless except for the gentle rise and fall of her chest. My eyes dart to her hip as I see burns spread across the surface.

I bend next to her side and blink away the tears pricking at my eyes. Zayn walks in as I'm lifting her into my arms and carefully covers her still body with her dress.

"She'll be okay," he says, leading me out of the door.

As soon as I step out, paramedics are trying to grab her from me.

"Leave her alone!" I shout. "Don't touch her!" Liam walks up to me and once again, the other girls are there, trying to ease my unsettled behavior.

Liam takes the beautiful girl in my arms into his own and lays her down on a stretcher. As they wheel her away, I fall to my knees.

How many times will I have to see her in a hospital bed?




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