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.
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.


21. Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Emily's POV

I slam my foot on the brakes and turn the wheel. The car spins in a 360 degree circle and the scream coming from my mouth is horrific, the terror is obvious.

When the car stops I open every single compartment in the car. Come on Harry, you'd have to have a gun here somewhere. I undo my seatbelt and climb into the back of the car. A gunshot sounds and fragment of broken glass shower over my body. I jump behind the drivers seat frantically searching for a gun. I reach under the passenger seats and pull out a box.

Please have a gun in here.

I scream when another one of Harry windows smashes the glass resembling a waterfall. I open the box ignoring the gunshots and let out a relieved breath. It contains a gun, bullets and cheap phone. This must be for a situation like this. I pull out the gun the exact moment another window smashes, glass falling on my face and tearing the skin.

I climb out of the car pointing the gun at the first person I see. I don't even know who it is.

"Give up Emily Blackwood. You're surrounded."

My eyes dart to the source of the voice, along with the aim of my gun. "How do you know my name?"

The man chuckles at my confusion. "Who doesn't know your name?"

My mind veers off to the conversation Louis was having with Harry. The conversation about how gangs want me. For what? I don't know. For all I know they want me dead.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

The man smiles. Not a sweet smile that would comfort me at a time like this, but rather a sadistic smiles which gave me chills. "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Greg and you want to know what I want? I want you." He then speaks again only this time, to his gang. "Get her. Shoot her if you have to but don't kill her."

My eyes widen as bullets come streaming at me. I point my gun at one of the people shooting at me and pull the trigger. Then the next person. And then the next person. Following in my circle of protecting myself.

I scream as one bullet hits me. The pain in my thigh is excruciating, causing me to fall to the ground. I reach my arm under the car and shoot to the people on the opposite side of the car, hitting their feet and legs.

Then shouts start. "Get me out of here! Now! Before she kills us all." The voice is Greg's. Damn right Greg. You better be fucking scared of me.

The cars speed away, screeching on the gravel. I don't even bother to get off of the ground, just lay there. As much as I need to get up I just can't be bothered. Maybe it's the bullet that's making me drowsy.

I need to get up.

I groan in pain as I pull myself to stand, making the pain worse. I use the still open car door to hold me up. A gunshot echoes through the silence and I look to the source, thinking everyone had left. Everyone that is not wounded that is.

I didn't kill anyone. Not a single one of them. I shot them in places where they could recover or just lie in pain.

"Don't make me shoot you again, asshole." I glare at the guy laying on the ground pointing his gun at me again. I turn back to the safety box and grab the phone.

I unlock the phone and I am so glad it was charged, yet it is only half charged. I open up the phonebook app and search for the first person I can think of that most likely wouldn't have a private number.

Mia Horan's parents. Lillian and Barry Horan. I press the phone number and pull the phone up to my ear and carefully climb into the car whilst it rings.

"Hello?" A female voice answers.

"Hi, this is Emily and I'm a friend of Niall's. Is there any chance I can get his number it's an emergency."

"He's here right now. I'll just get him for you." I smile in relief and she shouts for Niall.

"Hello, who is this?" Niall's voice comes through. Thank god.

"Niall," I breathe into the phone. "It's Emily, I need help."

Then Niall's panic started. "Where the fuck are you? Harry and Louis have been looking everywhere for you. If you want help to get away from him I'm not going to give it to you. He cares about you so much and he is worried you're dead."

I cut him off before he continues. "I'm not dead, I only got shot. And if you don't get him here I will be dead. Can you call him and tell him I'm on one of the roads that gets me out of London? I don't know which one, but I'm surrounded by nothing but dirt and bushes."

"You got shot? Emily!" He pretty much yells.

I go to nod because the effort to talk is gone, but I have to or I'll die. "And tell him in advance that I'm sorry about his car."

I can tell Niall is smiling, it shows in his voice. "That is what he was also worried about. I've text him and he said he is on his way."

"Thanks." I whisper as my eyes close.

"My turn to save you. Keep talking to me and put pressure on the wound." Niall says seriously.

I almost laugh. "If I put pressure on it then I'll push it further in, it's better just to leave it."

"Oh," Niall sounded somewhat embarrassed. "Well anyways, how badly damaged is his car? And how'd you do it?" Niall laughs.

I open my eyes and look around the car. "I think I burnt the crap out of his tyres and pretty much all of the windows are smashed. But that was because I got shot at."

"And you're going to get shot again." Except this time it wasn't Niall's voice.

I pick up my gun and press the trigger and watch him fall to the ground. "No I won't, fucking asshole." I mumble.

"What was that Emily?"

"Just some guy trying to kill me." I smile.

The sound of screeching brakes cuts out Niall's voice. I frown and turn around to see Harry and Louis racing out of a car. "Emily!" Harry's voice shouts in panic. I wave my hand out of the car.

Harry is in front of me in just a few seconds.

"Emily, baby." Harry kisses my head, then takes the phone from me giving his thanks to Niall.

"I'm sorry about your car." I whisper when he ends the call.

"Did she do this?" Louis' voice is in the background. "This one isn't dead Haz!" He calls.

"It's fine baby, as long as you're okay." Harry replies stepping towards me.

"And none of them are dead Harry. I'm a nurse, I help people get better, I don't kill them." My eyes close and my body falls onto Harry's. "Can we go home? I'm tired."

"Ring someone to help you get them all together for questioning. None of them are dead." Harry says to Louis whilst picking me up preparing to carry me. "I need to get her to a hospital before she dies on me. I'm borrowing your car." Louis doesn't reply so I assume he nods.

Harry starts carrying me and unknowingly presses onto my thigh. I groan and receive a small apology from him. I'm placed in the car and the engine starts.

"Let's get you home, baby." We're the last words I heard before I fell into the darkness.

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