Caring (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Emily Blackwood is your almost average 20 year old nurse. She graduated university early due to her change of country, from Australia to London. With only Leah, Jess and Hannah as her friends, she struggles to find the romance she has dreamed of since a child. But that soon changes, all because of Leah. Emily isn't sure whether to thank her friend, or whether to hate her.
-Excerpt-
My fingers gently run over the dark mark situated in the crook of my neck. I wince at the slight pain. As I open my eyes that I didn't know I closed, I look to Leah.
My eyebrows furrow as I realise she isn't looking at me, but rather someone behind me. My head turns immediately to the source holding her attention.
He stands there, only metres from the door, staring at me. He smirks at me before dropping his left eye in a wink and vanishing out the door.
Fear racks through my body as I remember his words.
"You're now mine, Emily."
I turn back to Leah, our expressions the same.
Complete shock and fear.

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13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Emily's POV

"He won't be the one dying tonight." I say, my voice stronger than my mindset.

"Put the gun down and leave pretty girl, pretend you didn't see anything." Luke says.

"He's right Emily, you don't want to see this." Harry says, not even looking at me.

"I remember you, you're the one Harry fancies, isn't that right?" Luke taunts us.

"Yeah, that's right. I heard you saying you want to fight Harry, not shoot him. Why is your gun still out?" I ask him.

"Maybe because someone else is pointing a gun at me." I look down to my right hand. Harry's gun is sitting in my hand, my finger paused on the trigger.

"Well you could always shoot me first. That would make Harry angry then he'd give you a better fight." I suggest.

Louis struggles to get to a comfortable position and I can see from the corner of my eye he wants to stop me. But I know what I'm doing.

"You're right." He aims the gun at me and presses the trigger. My arm immediately moves. And it sounds like glass just shattered. "What the fuck?"

"Missed me." I poke my tongue out and grin childishly.

"You just- what? She just- did anyone see that?" Luke jumbles his sentences while my smile widens.

"You suck. Simple." He raises his gun back at me and my aim straightens out.

"What are you?" He asks confused.

"I'm human, like everybody else around here."

He shakes his head. "That's impossible, you can't just miss a bullet."

I shrug. "I just did."

It went silent, it was only then that I realised that it has only been me and Luke talking.

"Leave them alone and I can show you what I can do, you know what I mean." I say suggestively.

"Says the girl who nearly cried when I wanted to." Ha, he caught on. Too bad it's not that I'm talking about.

"But they call me the best, as in best shooter. Because I make it shoot really well, you know?" He nods smiling.

"You'll have to show me." he suggests. "But, I'll kill him first." Luke says moving his gun to Harry's direction.

"You don't want to do that. Because you wont get what you want. And also, if you shoot him, I'll kill you." I smirk. "And I most definitely won't miss."

Luke's gun moves to face me at the end of my threat. "And I won't miss twice."

But I pull the trigger first.

"Oh my fucking god what did you just do?" The other guy shouts at me. Luke is standing there. He looks to me for a few seconds then back to his hands, then back to me.

"Told you they call me the best shooter." I tease. "Now you have no defence. I suggest you don't threaten me again. Otherwise I won't ruin your defence, but rather ruin your life. Leave Luke, and take your douche bag of a friend with you." They both run down the alley away from us.

I smile in satisfaction.

"Did you just-" Louis breaks off unable to make a coherent sentence.

"Yes Louis, I did." I ignore Harry as he stumbles against the wall.

I walk over to Louis and check his body for any stabs wounds or anything. "Just a punch up." he says. "Help me up?" I nod and pull his body up as gently as I can.

"Come on Lou, let's go." Harry's voice interrupts us and I look over at him before looking at Louis.

"Do you want a ride?" I offer. Louis just nods and I help carry his injured body to my car parked only metres away from the alley. I can tell Harry is following by his heavy foot falls as he struggles to walk straight.

It is silent as we all get in the car. Louis is lying across the backseat and Harry in the front passenger seat.

"So what are you doing around these parts?" Louis asks with pain in his voice.

I raise an eyebrow and quickly look at him through the rear vision mirror. "After what just happened you are asking me that?" He chuckles. "I finished work about an hour ago, stayed back and filed some paperwork. I left not too long ago. I seen you pair stumbling so I was coming to offer a ride, but you were gone. Then a gun flew out of an alleyway so I assumed you were there." I explain as we go through the streets. Then I frown. "Where am I taking you both?"

Louis tells me an address, but I have no idea where it is. He tells me its only a few blocks away from the park where Harry killed those people. And I definitely know where that is.

"So, how'd you do it? You know, blow up his gun?" Harry asks from beside me.

I glance over at him before focusing on the road ahead of me. "My secret."

"Take a left here then go down three streets then its the fifth house." Louis interrupts Harry.

"Probably just a fluke." He says.

"It most definitely wasn't a fluke." I say back just as I pull up in front of the house.

I get out the car immediately and go to help Louis. Harry walks up to the door of the house and knocks waiting for an answer. Louis and I are half way to the house before a beautiful girl around my age rushes over to help me. "I'm Eleanor, but call me El." She smiles.

Her brown hair is thrown up in a messy bun, but you could just tell it would look amazing left down. She is wearing what looks to be a males shirt, and a pair of boxers. We sit Louis on the lounge for him to catch his breath. "This is Emily." Harry says, drunkenly throwing his arm around my waist. "She will be staying here tonight."

I nod before realising what he said. "No Harry-"

Harry cuts me off by leaning in close, his cheek on mine. "Shhh." I close my eyes at the sensation his breath causes along my cheek and neck. He plants a gentle kiss on my cheek before turning back to Eleanor. "I'll head up to the spare room. After Em helps Lou, can you show her to the room please?" He asks politely before leaving us alone with Louis.

I have a feeling Eleanor has done previously done something to Harry for him to be so polite. "That was a first. Maybe he is showing off." She winks to me before walking over to Louis.

 I follow in suit. "Come on Louis, we just have to get you to bed." I coax him, as I help him stand. El looks at me puzzled for a moment. "I'm a nurse. Normal way to speak to patients." I shrug.

Eleanor goes ahead of us and opens a door. Lou and I go in and I help him lay down on the bed. "Alright jeans off." I tug his jeans down to his ankles while Eleanor takes off his shoes. "Now I'm going to take your shirt off." After a struggle his shirt is finally off and I can inspect the main area where he took a lot of hits.

I trace my fingers gently over his abdomen. He didn't wince as much as Niall did earlier this afternoon. "He was a shit fighter." Lou says half asleep.

"Obviously," I smile. "I'll let you get some rest." I tell him pulling the covers over. "He'll be fine, just a few bruises and maybe a bit of pain in some spots." I simplify all the large words in my head down to a simple sentence.

"Thank you." Eleanor says leading me out of the room. We keep walking down the hallway then I realise she is taking me to Harry.

"Don't take me to him. He's fine. I have to go home."

"If I don't he'll kill me." She jokes. "But seriously, just do it. It's one night, then it's all over." According to Louis, maybe not. I begin to object but she smiles then a hand grabs me a pulls me into a room.

"Come to bed with me." Harry's voice whines playfully as he carefully walks backwards. I raise my eyebrow. "Please?" He begs. If I could raise my eyebrow any higher, then I would. He then walks back to me, grabs my wrist and gently tugs me. "I won't try anything."

I give up, knowing he won't let my wrist go. I mean I can just leave when he falls asleep. "You keep to your side, I'll keep to mine." I huff. Harry grins, showing... dimples? Oh my gosh, Harry has dimples.

He climbs across the double bed, too lazy to walk around. "Come on." I huff again and get in under the blankets, with him. Oh how I miss Australia and being able to sleep without blankets. I hate the cold.

Harry wraps his arm around my stomach and pulls me into his chest. I let out a breath of air at the quick impact. I open my mouth to object, but the lights turn out startling me. Once again I attempt to speak, to tell him off for breaking my rule. "Shhh, go to sleep Emily." A kiss is placed on my shoulder. "You're still in your clothes." Harry sits up and takes me with him. Then my shirt.

"What are you doing?" I nearly scream. He grabs my hips. "Bum up."

"No."

"Bum up." He says again in a stricter voice. I only slightly lift my bottom off of the bed and he pull my pants down, leaving me in only my under garments. My arms immediately go to cover my body. "Here. Please be comfortable with me, don't be scared." He takes off his own shirt and places it over my head, holding it so I can put my arms through the sleeves.

He lays back down on the bed, and gently pulls me with him. I rollover so that my back is to his bare chest. Another kiss is planted on my shoulder, this time to the bare skin that the oversized t-shirt allows him access. "Goodnight Emily." Then another kiss.

"Goodnight Harry."

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