Through My Veins

"There coming. Fast." Zayn sighed, staring out the window, out to the moon above us, filling the world with just the tiniest bit of light.
"How long do we have?" I asked. Watching them all.
"Approximately 72 hours." I turned my attention to Harry, who's face was completely emotionless. I couldn't get a read on him.
"So whats your plan?"
"We run." Liam's voice was slightly shaky yet steady. His tone, serious...and that's what scared me the most.
Emilia, aka Mia, had no idea what was coming. If only she knew that she was about to be the responisibility of 5 boys. Having to throw her life into their hands. People were after her. MANY people. A whole army in fact. But what did she do wrong? Nothing. Its all he fathers fault. 5 boys have to keep her away from the danger.
She finds out information that shocks many. They are all forced to run. They travel from country to country. Escaping the violence not only to get caught up in it all. Lets just hope Mia can handle a gun.


2. Chapter 2

Ouch. My head really hurt. I opened my eyes but couldn’t see a thing. I was sitting in a chair, hands tied behind it and my legs tied to the legs of the chair. I didn’t move, I heard voices and listened in to their conversation. I silently hoped they hadn't heard me in anyway, so I could get a little sense of what's going on.

"Whose stupid idea was it to tie her up?" I heard someone say. Now that was a question I wanted to know the answer to.

"Mine." I heard another boy.

"Well, we're here to protect her, not pretending we're kidnapping her and putting her under house arrest."

"Well, in this dump, we sort of look like we have kidnapped her." A familiar English accent replied. He sounded like the boy I saw earlier today.

"Yeah, Zayn's right. But right now, I don't care about where we are. I'm sort of worried. She has been out for quite a while." A familiar Irish accent echoed through the room. The boys from today. Did they take me?

"Niall, you don’t think I'm worried about that. Harry! You must have hit her too hard!" The first boy I heard yell.

"Hey, Liam! Don’t blame me! Louis told me to hit her!"

"Yeah, But I never said hard enough to kill her! That’s the exact thing we are trying to prevent!"

My head started throbbing in pain and I groaned. Great, there goes my plan.

"Stop arguing. I think she’s waking up." The Irish boy whispered.

I lifted my head as I felt something being removed from it. At first I was blinded by the bright light in my eyes, when they adjusted, they came into sight. 5 boys that looked oddly familiar. I recognized the 2 boys I met today. But the other, 3 I couldn't remember where I had seen them before. We were in a dark room with only one light which hung above of me. That was enough to see them. I sat on a metal chair that stood on concrete ground. The roof was tiled but other than that the whole place was concrete.

I looked up at the boy I front if me and furrowed my eyebrows. "Hey, you’re the boys from today. You waved at me and I talked to you."

"Uh, yeah. That’s us." The English boy replied. "I'm Zayn."

"And I'm Niall." The other replied.

"Ok, so Niall, Zayn. Can either one of you please, untie me?!" I shouted, I was kind of in the middle of freaking out. They all jumped back in surprise.

"Oh, right." The one with a small quiff walked over to me and untied my hands. "I'm Liam, by the way. Sorry about this. We didn’t want to scare you." He whispered as he untied me.

"Hi, Liam. Do you mind telling me, what the hell am I doing here?"

He stood up once I was untied and smirked. I stood up and rubbed my wrists. Rope burn.

"Before you do, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Louis, Louis Tomlinson. But you can call me Lou." The boy kissed my hand and I raised an eyebrow.

"Sure. Got it." I said bluntly. He stood up, wide eyed. He turned around and walked back to where he stood before.

"I’m Harry." The curly haired boy smiled. He was the boy from the park. I could tell.

"Nice to meet you. So, Liam?" I turned to Liam who tried to get the other boys attention.

"Uh, yes. Uh, well we are-"

"The Avengers!" Niall yelled out of nowhere. I widened my eyes. He cannot be serious.

"Niall, we never agreed on calling ourselves that." Zayn whispered.

"Yeah we did, we all thought it was cool."

"No, YOU thought it was cool. The rest of us....not so much."

"Would you two shut up?! Anyway, we've been assigned to protect you." Liam became very serious, his jaw set and his eyes, unreadable.

"Protect me? Protect me from what?" I asked.

He opened his mouth to answer but then an alarm went off. The boys and I looked around the room. What was going on? Liam grabbed my arm and pulled me. We all ran. He dragged me to a door. We stopped at the front of it. I noticed the door didn’t even have a doorknob.

"Who's dumb idea was it to have a door without a doorknob?!" I asked.

Suddenly the building began to shake and roof tiles began to fall to the ground. Leaving dust clouds everywhere. The boys looked around the door nervously.

"It’s voice activated." Zayn shot out.

"What?!" I shouted. There were loud noises coming through the building.

"Emilia! Say your name!"

"Emilia." I said bluntly.

"Your full name." Louis snapped.

"Emilia Rose Denworth." I smiled. The red light on the door turned green and the door opened. We rushed inside and it slammed shut behind us. It was pitch black in the room. I couldn't see a thing. All I could hear was the heavy breathing of us all. Suddenly I felt as if we were being lifted. A small squeal escaped my lips.

"Shh, Mia." I heard Harry’s voice whisper beside me. He grabbed my arm and held it tightly. I swallowed hard. What was going on? The room stopped moving and the doors opened wide. First I squinted from the bright light. I was at the top of a hill, staring at this amazing mansion before me. The boys rushed out and walked inside. It was amazing. It had a pool out front. It was all white and modern too. It was all open, like a lot of windows.

Harry tugged on my arm. I hadn't realized that he was still here. "Ready to go?"

I nodded and followed him into the house. The second I stepped inside my jaw dropped. It was amazing. It was so beautiful and modern. I wanted to stay here forever. The walls white, with not a speck of dust in sight. Everything about the place, perfect.

"You like it?" I heard Louis as he walked towards us.

"I-I love it! It’s amazing!"

"Yeah?! Wait until you see your room." I heard Liam call out from the other room.

"I'll take her up." Harry smiled.

"No, I'll take her up." Liam came into sight, holding a bottle of water. "Last time we were here, Harry you couldn't even find your own room."

"Last time?" I whispered, but I don't think any of the boys heard.

Liam smiled and grabbed my hand. He led me up the stairs and down a hall, art work hung up on almost every wall. It made the place colourful, and bright.

"I hope you like it. The boys and I designed it ourselves." He smiled.

We stood in the middle of the hallway with walls surrounding us. No doors in sight.

"Uh, where’s my room exactly?" I asked.

"Right here." He turned and lifted a photo-frame on the wall beside us. There was a button, which he pressed. I jumped back when I saw a portion of the wall was removed, which now revealed a hand scan.

My eyes widened. "Who are you boys and who do you work for?" Liam simply smiled.

"I will tell you soon, in the meantime, enjoy your room."

He opened the door, I walked in and my jaw hit the ground. It was elegant and bright and beautiful. The theme was easily picked out as purple. I noticed that one wall was painted a dull grey. But yet they had painted large white flowers, spaced out on it. The bed had a white frame with cross-stitch patterns. The covers were a dark purple with 3 pillows of different shade of purple laid across the top. There was a purple couch-seat at the end of the bed. On either side of the bed were dressing tables. Both white. It was stunning.

"You guys designed this?!"

Liam shrugged. "Yeah, well we aren’t girls, so I don’t really know what you like. So we went with an obvious purple. Oh, and your luggage is in the wardrobe."

I turned and hugged him. "Thank you so much." I ran down the stairs and gave each boy a hug. "Thank you all so much." I paused for a moment before speaking up again with a more serious tone to my voice. "Now, onto serious business. Why did you take me? Why do I need to be protected?"

The boys all looked at each other and nodded. "Come with me." Zayn called as he walked into the next room. He opened a door and I walked in. It was dark. Zayn turned on the light and the room lit up.

"Everyone would you please gather round the table." Zayn smiled. We all did so. Zayn stood on my right and Niall to my left. Niall leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Zayn's in charge of all electrical devices and planning orders. He designs weapons and creates plans for us if we need an escape route of any kind."

I nodded. "So why would you guys need weapons?"

"Pay attention" Zayn elbowed me, lightly. He pressed a button revealing a holographic screen. It showed a video of an army.

"Now, here are the Northern forces. They are an army put together by the highest leading weapon organisations of the entire northern hemisphere. They are highly dangerous. They have any and every weapon you could imagine. They are very powerful. But there’s something that they don't have."

Zayn pressed a couple of buttons again, revealing a picture of a weapon of some sort. "The Jericho."

"Wait! I've seen that design before. It’s a super charged missile empowered by solar panels. You only really need to fire it once to wipe out a whole city. My father....had a design just like that." I cut him off. Zayn changed the picture.

"Yes, Dr. Tony Denworth. He designed and created the best and finest weapons for the Kenneth corporations."

"No. My dad was an international photographer. So he travelled a lot."

"That’s what you thought he did." Zayn continued. "Really he would travel and go to corporate meetings to discuss trade."

"How would you know that?" I asked.

"Because I was at those meetings. All of us were." He gestured to the boys around us.

My eyes widened. "You knew my father?"

"We work for him." Louis cut in.

"But;" My eyes travelled down to the ground as I thought of my father again, "that's impossible. My father...he's dead."

"Emilia, your father's alive." Niall placed a hand on my shoulder. I felt tears spring to my eyes.

"My dad's alive?"

Niall gave me a small hug. I took a deep breath and nodded my head to show that I was fine. Zayn continued.

"Recently, your father had declined the trade of the Jericho. He is a very strong and powerful man. Nobody has found his weakness."

"And then the chief of Kenneth corporations found out he had a daughter." Louis cut in, he gestured toward me.

"Thank you, Louis. Anyway, they thought if they had her, they can get him to hand over the Jericho."

"So they're looking for me?" I asked quietly. My head spinning with all the new information crammed into my head.

"Yes. But they know they can't do it alone. So they pulled together an army. An army that combines the forces of all of Europe. Fortunately England didn't agree to this attack. So we have no English forces against us."

"Why would they need an army? There are only 5 of you." I asked. Looking at the 5 boys before me.

"Your father can form an army within days. His armies are the most powerful armies to ever be put together. No matter how many people. There are more of us. But the other soldiers are spread out across the border. We are your...uh, personal body guards. If anything happens to you it's our responsibility." Liam continued.

I shook my head, “I can't do this." I whispered. My head was throbbing in pain and my vision became blurred with tears.

This was too much to take in at the moment. I decided that I needed a break. I walked out the door, leaving the boys behind. I walked to the hallway where my room was. It took me a while to find the hand-scan. But when I found it I walked in and shut the door. I lied down on my bed. I quietly weep into my pillow. My father was alive! After all these years, completely convinced that he was dead and never coming back...he's alive? I heard a knock on the door. I didn't reply.

"Mia? Please open up." I heard Harry's soft voice through the door. I sniffed and stood up. I walked over to the door and opened it. We stood there in silence for a while then I turned and sat back on my bed, leaving the door open for him. He waited a while before coming and sitting beside me. We didn't talk again. I didn't know what to say first.

"My dad’s alive, Harry. After all those years, after all the tears, he's alive!" I felt a few tears start to fall slowly down my cheek. I wiped it away and turned to look at Harry. He was staring out to space. He looked like he was deep in thought. I decided to continue.

M"I thought he died years ago. He had taken me out skateboarding down to the lake. We were having fun. Laughing, smiling."

~~~~~~flash back~~~~~~~~

"C'mon Dad! How slow can you go?!" I shouted as I skated down the rocky path.

"Mia! Your dad's old! He can’t go as fast! Plus, you’re a lot lighter than daddy!" I heard my father yell behind me. I laughed and stopped. Waiting for him to catch up. Once he arrived beside me, out of breath, I giggled.

"And a lot older too! Old man!"

"You’re gonna pay for that!" My dad smirked before tackling me to the ground and tickling me. I laughed loudly.

"C'mon daddy! I-I'm a lot younger t-then you! I'm 8, y-you're 37!" I managed to spit out between laughs. My dad laughed and got off me.

We just laid there on the soft grass of the hill and looked up at the blue sky. Not a single cloud in sight.


"Yeah, Mia?"

I paused for a moment. "I love you, Dad."

My dad smiled widely. "I love you too, Mia."

"To infinity and beyond?" I teased, raising an eyebrow. My dad leaned over and kissed my forehead gently.

"Even more than that." He smiled. He hugged me tightly to his chest and I pressed my ear up against his chest. I closely listened to his heartbeat. I found that it relaxed me. I slowly fell asleep in my dad’s arms. Safe and sound.


I woke up by leaves blowing on my face. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the soft green grass of the hill. Alone. I looked up and noticed that it had gotten dark. How long was I asleep? I looked around and stood up.

"Dad?" I called out, looking into the trees that surrounded me. No reply. "Dad?!" I called louder. Nothing.

Now I was becoming scared. I ran through the forest as fast as I could, screaming my father’s name repeatedly. I pushed branches out of my way as I ran, even though as they swing back they would scratch my face slightly, leaving little cuts. My golden hair trailed behind me as I ran. To only get caught every now and then in a tree branch, causing me to stop and untangle it.

Then the river came into view. I ran down and ran along the edge of the river, my feet slightly splashing along the edge of the water. I screamed for my father a couple more times.

As I went to scream once more, my foot got caught on something and I fell forward, my whole body fell into the water, my head smacked against the ground and began to slightly bleed. I stood up, absolutely soaked. I turned to see what I had tripped on and gasped. My eyes began to tear up as I lifted my father’s soaked and muddy jacket from the ground.

I held the jacket tightly and close to my face as I cried into it. I then ran. Just ran as far as I could, into the forest. I saw lights ahead of me and ran towards it. Suddenly, somebody pulled me into their arms, hugging me tightly.

At first I thought it was my father, but then I noticed the car behind the man, it had flashing blue and red lights on top of it that were easily recognised as a police car. The police man pulled out of the hug and looked at me.

"Your mother has been looking for you." He whispered and smiled.

"Where's my dad?" I asked and wiped away my stray tears. He sighed.

"I promise you, we will do anything and everything to bring your father back home, safe and sound."

I nodded and saw my mother running towards us. I ran towards her.



She pulled me into a large hug and I squeezed her tightly. She rubbed my back with one hand and stroked my hair with the other.

"I thought I lost you." She whispered in my ear.

~~~~~~~~end of flash back~~~~~~

"They never found my father’s body. It terrified me that he was lost. I was informed by my mother that he was dead, but I never gave up hope. I would always go down to that river now. Just sit by the willow trees, to read a book or even just listen to the sounds of the nature around me. I would sit there and wait. Wait for my father to arrive. I believed he was still looking for me in that forest, so if I waited long enough, he would return to the river and see me." I paused for a moment. Holding back the tears. "But he never showed up."

I felt warm arms wrap around me tightly. I hugged him back, letting my tears soak his shirt. I pulled away.


"It's okay. You better get some sleep. It's getting late." Harry stood up; before he could move any further I grabbed his wrist.

"Can you stay? At least until I'm asleep."

Harry smiled and sat down on the bed again. I got in the covers and rested my head on the pillow. I closed my eyes and I felt Harry slowly rubbing my back. As I drifted to sleep I felt him stop. The bed shifted which meant he had stood up. I heard him walk over to the door. I heard multiple voices whispering before I fell into a deep sleep.

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