The Dangers of Falling. AU

Amelia Shades has been running from her past for awhile, and never looked back. But while running, she runs into the dashing Harry Styles. He's charming, arrogant, cheeky, and nosy; four of the things she hates. But she feels a certain tug towards him; one that makes her want to lose her nomad streak. Can Harry save her, or is she too far gone?


2. I Want You To Stay.

"She’s been asleep for a while… No, I’m not going to wake her up… Because I want her to just rest. Honestly, Lou, she seems like she’s been through a lot… Of course you don’t think so; you didn’t see the look in her eyes… And a man tried to steal her car and practically rape her; I think she deserves to sleep; besides, chloroform knocks you out…" My ears were alert before my eyes, and I listened quietly to the voice speaking. I couldn’t put a face to the voice, but it sounded oddly familiar... And the name Lou rung a bell, but my brain was being mush at the moment, and I couldn’t think clearly. My eyelids felt glued shut, and no matter how hard I tried to force them open, they wouldn’t budge. Everything hurt... My head, my back, my feet… every organ and part of my body was in pain, and I couldn’t figure out why. After a few more tries, my eyes fluttered open like butterfly wings. I wasn’t in a familiar place. None of my surroundings hit home. I stood up slowly, my bare feet touching the cold hardwood floor. I stared around at the room I was in. It seemed to be a bedroom, a guest one that no one used. The elegant blue comforter bed was ruffled, disturbed greatly. The beige walls were bare, except for one exotic painting of a forest. There was a bookshelf, containing giant books with dust covering them. A large mirror was tacked to the back of the door, and I stared into it. My makeup was smeared, black outlining my eyes like a raccoon. My hair was wild, sticking up in all directions. My jacket wasn’t wrapped around me like usual, but I still had last night’s clothes on. Last night...

My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to remember last night’s events. All I could remember was the man… the man in the dark outfit, the one who damaged my car, the one who held my life in his hands at one moment. The girl in the mirror, her eyes were frightened as she looked back at me. Frantically, I began searching the room for anything that belonged to me. I came up with nothing. I heard the male voice again, my head pounding against my skull as memories tried to flood me, not succeeding in the least. I searched the room for a weapon of some sort that I could use against the man that held me hostage. I threw out drawers, panic setting in as I heard the voice speaking again, closer. The dresser drawer made a sudden noise as I tried to shove it back in, but something kept it from sliding in correctly. I stuck my hand back into the dresser, my hand landing on something cold and metal. I grasped the object, wiggling it out of the back of the drawer. A gun. It was simple, nothing too flashy or bulky. I’ve never held a gun before, let alone used one. It frightened me to be holding one right now, and my hands were shaking as I held the cold metal up, pointing it straight at the door as I made my way towards it.

I strained to hear his voice again, to point me in some direction to follow; whether I should wait here and see if he comes in, or if I should follow him. I picked up the deep voice again, getting quieter as I heard his footsteps walking away. I quietly twisted the doorknob, peeking out just in time to see a mass of brown hair disappear down a flight of stairs. He was still talking on the phone, but quieter now, so I didn’t catch much of what he was saying. I slowly walked down the hallway, before quietly peeking out over the rail beside the stairs. No one was in sight. I silently descended down the staircase, my hands shakily holding the gun straight out in front of me. Was I really going to shoot the guy when I did find him? I highly doubted it. I wasn’t one for violence… not with artillery, anyways. But if it came down to it, I’d have to pull the trigger. I slowly examined the living room, no sign of anyone in sight. The room was modern, with its gray couches and black throw pillows. I heard his voice again, coming from a room close by. He was laughing, and his laugh rang through me, his voice pure and clear and so… familiar. I shook my head, and silently veered off to the right, entering a kitchen. The guy had his back towards me, his head leaning to the right to hold up his cell phone as he chopped up something. He turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of me, with my wild eyes and panicked emotion radiating off me, not to mention I had him at gunpoint.

"Amelia." he said, shock evident in his words as he dropped the phone. It landed with a crack on the floor.

"How do you know my name?" I snapped, shaking.

"Amelia, put the gun down." he replied calmly.

"I said how do you know my name?”

"We met last night, don’t you remember?" he asked, confusion setting in.

"What the hell are you talking about?” I cried out, waving the gun at him.

"You don’t remember, do you? Amelia, put the gun down. We can talk about this. Please." he pleaded, moving closer to me.

"Don’t move or I’ll shoot?" I threatened, taking a step back. "Who are you?"

"It’s me, Harry. Remember?" My eyes widened as the pounding in my head increased. I squeezed my eyes shut as everything from last night came back to me, the empty part of my recent memories suddenly becoming clear. "Harry… your curls." I muttered, the gun dropping from my hands and clattering to the floor. I fell along with it, pulling my knees up to my chest as I no longer struggled to remember. Harry hesitantly walked over, taking a seat beside me. He took the gun in his hands, toying with it. Harry was a good guy. A bit cheeky and obnoxious, but good from what I could tell.

"Are you all right?" Harry finally murmured from in front of me, disturbing the quiet silence.

"Yes," I murmured back. "I’m sorry I threatened to shoot you.

"It’s quite all right," he chuckled. "It wasn’t loaded anyways.”

"Oh." I frowned. I thought I was being brave and mighty holding that gun, but it wasn’t even loaded.

"I’m surprised you found it, actually. I thought I hid it well.”

"Well, I did tear out the drawer in the process," I finally peeked up at him, "Sorry I kind of destroyed the room up there.”

"It’s no problem. You were scared. I understand." I nodded. I eyed him carefully. He was staring out the window of the kitchen, his jaded eyes clouded and hazy. He turned his head, his eyes meeting mine directly. I looked away immediately, staring down at the blue tile.

"Um, I was just making breakfast. Would you like something in particular, or..?" He asked, his eyes prodding at mine.

"Just coffee, please." I said softly, still staring downwards. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him nod, before standing up. He held out his hand towards me, and I hesitantly took it. He pulled me up easily, his hand warm and rough. He pulled out a stool for me to sit, and I slid onto it, leaning onto the small island in the middle of the rather large kitchen. It was quiet as he made the coffee, and the delightful scent drifted up my nostrils. Harry continued chopping up what looked to be a pineapple, and I watched quietly. Pulling out a bowl from a cabinet door, he put what seemed to be different kinds of fruit into a bowl, before drizzling a sauce on it. He stopped just as the coffee pot beeped, and he grabbed two cups from another cabinet.

"Is French vanilla okay?"

"Perfect." He nodded, before adding creamer and sugar. He slid the mug over towards me, and I accepted the warm drink gratefully. He sat on a stool across from me, the fruit bowl in front of him as he picked at it with a fork. I sipped at the coffee. It was delicious, and the warmth flooding through me I relished in. I couldn’t stand the silence. I didn’t want to be left alone with my own thoughts right now. The mind is a dangerous place.

"Harry?" I murmured quietly.

"Hm?" he looked up at me, his mouth full.

"What... Um... What happened last night?" I asked, fidgeting in my seat uncomfortably.

"Oh… after you ran out in a rush, I got worried about you. So I got Louis and Bob to help me come find you when we heard screaming. I found you just as the guy about strangled you to death. Bob tackled him to the ground and about killed him from how hard he had to beat him to get him to be still. I wanted to beat the hell out of him myself, I would’ve liked to." Harry looked disgusted as he remembered the events I couldn’t.

"Anyways, you had passed out from lack of air and… I think chloroform, is what Bob had said. Louis called the police, but when they got there, Bob had loosened up too much on the guy. We chased him, but he got away. But they’re profiling him, and hopefully they’ll catch the bastard." he looked at me apologetically, as if he thought it was his fault the man had gotten away. "About that time, you woke up. They were trying to put you into an ambulance, but you were frantic and kept screaming about no hospitals." Harry stared at me weirdly, and I chewed on my bottom lip. I wasn’t ever a fan of hospitals, even if I did visit their often when I was a kid.

"I finally convinced the EMT’s not to take you to the hospital after they checked you out and deemed you fit to go home, but they were reluctant, and gave me a doctor’s number to go to if you decided later you wanted to get a checkup. You fell asleep as I was being questioned, and so I drove you to my flat. I tried to get you to wake up, but you wouldn’t budge at all. So, I let you sleep in the guest room. Jayden helped you get settled before she left. Louis has been on the phone all day with me, asking about you." Harry smiled. I absorbed all the information in, drinking in every word he said. I had barely gotten away with my life. I had gotten away with my life many of times, but this time, it was different. And yet, the bad guy still had gotten away. It was strange how things worked out sometimes.

"Thank you. You saved my life, Harry." I barely got the words out, and they came out in a whisper. I was choking up with tears, which was odd. I haven’t cried in years. I held my breath, trying to keep the tears back and far from falling.

"Are you okay, Amelia?" Harry asked, the concern blunt in his voice.

I lost it when he said my name, gasping as a sob left my mouth. Tears sped out rapidly, leaving trails down my face as I completely lost it. Sob racked my body as I squeezed my eyes shut, my hand covering my mouth to trap the noise. Harry was out of his chair in seconds, his hand rubbing my back soothingly.

"Please don’t touch me." I flinched away from his touch, standing up to move away from him.


"I’m fine." I lied, pacing the kitchen, before slowly sinking to the floor. I wrapped my arms around myself to arouse some comfort, although I felt nothing but sadness. I gasped for air as I cried into my knees. Harry sunk down beside me, his arms wrapping around me as he tugged me closer to him. I collapsed in his arms, moving closer to him. I buried my head into his chest as his grip tightened around me. He leaned his head on top of mine as I tried to choke down the sobs escaping. I was a mess. I was crying into a guy I barely knew, and oddly enough, I was letting him hold me. I continued with my breakdown, not able to stop the tears that flowed or the cries that left my lips.

"It’s okay, Amelia."

"Nothing is ever okay." I replied, my voice breaking at the end. Harry rocked us slowly, his large hand stroking my hair in an attempt to soothe my cries. I shifted closer to him, snuggling into his embrace. He continued rocking back and forth, and I heard a door open from over my cries.

"Harry, I-" The voice stopped abruptly, and through blurry eyes I could see it was Louis, with Jayden right behind him.

"Everything’s fine." he made a motion for them to leave the room, and they quietly backtracked into the living room.

"I’m sorry." I managed to choke out.

"Shhh." he murmured. My eyelids felt heavy suddenly, and I slowly let them close.



"I WON! BEAT THAT, HAG!" I heard someone squeak.

"That is so not fair! You cheated! Tell him, Harry!"

"Shut up, you two, you’re going to wake up Amelia." Harry’s voice was stern, but a small laugh managed to escape, and I could feel it vibrating through his chest.

"I’m already awake." My voice came out small, and I blinked tiredly, as Louis, Jayden, and Harry’s heads all snapped to look at me.

"Hey, sleepyhead." Jayden gave me a warm smile, her green eyes bright.

"You missed it, Amelia, I just creamed Jayden in our XBOX soccer match." Louis’ eyebrows wiggled up and down, and I smiled.

"He’s lying. He cheated, and that doesn’t qualify as winning." Jayden rolled her eyes, elbowing Louis. That brought up another argument, and amused, I watched the two bicker. I was still in the embrace of Harry’s arms, his warmth seeping into my body.

"Sorry about them." Harry grinned sheepishly, glancing down at me. I glanced back up at him, the small smile still lingering.

"It’s all right, they’re quite entertaining."

"Oh, definitely. They’re better than the telly, sometimes." I laughed quietly, before wiggling out of his arms and moving out of his lap.

"Sorry, that was probably uncomfortable." I muttered, awkward tension settling in. I’ve never made much contact with anyone in the past few years. But Harry… something pulled me towards him, and he was comforting to me.

"Not really, actually. It gave me a chance to doze as well." Harry brushed it off, and the tension disappeared into thin air as I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um… Harry?"


"Do you have my car, or..?" I treaded off, unsure of where my things were even at.

"Oh, um, yeah. Jayden drove your car over here. It’s in the driveway. Do you need your things out of it?"

"Actually, Harry, I need to go." Jayden and Louis stopped arguing in mid-sentence, turning to me, shocked expressions on their faces.

"What do you mean go? Do you have a place to go?" Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"No, nowhere in particular. I’ll probably go stay at a motel for the night, and then be leaving in the morning." I stated, the uncomfortable feeling seeping back into me slowly.

"What do you mean you’re leaving? Why?" Jayden asked, her eyes crinkling up on the sides.

"You know, I don’t think that’s any of your business." I replied coldly, the old me finally breaking through the soft mush I’ve been recently. Jayden frowned, looking away from me. I felt an odd feeling in my chest, the tightness consuming me. Guilt. I always hated that cursed emotion. Harry came back into the room, keys in hand. He nodded towards the door, and I followed him out the door, closing it behind me softly. It was dusk now, the sun lowering itself patiently. Harry leaned against the side of my car, twirling my keys around his finger.

"You know, you could stay here tonight." he murmured.

"No, thank you. I’ll be fine in a motel." I said, eyeing my keys he was toying with.

"You’re car window is broken. You could get robbed, or worse, you could freeze to death." He pointed out, concern littering in his eyes.

"I’ll be fine." I argued.

"You say that a lot, you know. But, you aren’t fine. I can see it in your eyes." he stated softly, a hand reaching up to touch the side of my face. I flinched slightly, before slowly leaning into his caressing hand.

"You don’t know me."

"No. But I want to." he breathed out. "Stay." I glanced up into his eyes, and he searched mine quietly, his hand moving down my arm to grasp my hand. Shivers went through my body, and I shuddered. I gazed off into the distance, debating my choices. I could just stay tonight… that wouldn’t be so bad. It would keep me from paying money for a room. But, I would just get more attached to the crazy Louis and Jayden, and not to mention the darling Harry. Which I couldn’t do. I couldn’t get attached to these people; I couldn’t get close to them…

"Fine. I’ll stay tonight. But I’m leaving tomorrow, as planned." Harry smiled sadly, squeezing my hand gently.

"We’ll see about that." He murmured softly, before leading me back.

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