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.


30. Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Harry's POV

My eyes widen when I walk into the warehouse. The four word threat written on the wall in red spray paint makes my stomach tighten and my heart drop. 

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out taking a glance at the screen. Emily. I slide the phone back in my pocket. 

I turn my attention to Louis who stands beside me looking at the wall with his mouth slightly open. "We're fucked."

I look back at the wall, ignoring the panicked voices talking about what's happened. "She can't know. You can't tell her." I then turn my attention to the gang. "Calm the fuck down. It's just a raid and a threat, nothing we can't handle."

One voice speaks up. "It's all because of the chick that you've been fucking with." Words of agreement come from others. "I thought this gang would help keep me and my family safe, but now because of some girl that's gone."

"Gangs don't bring safety." I snap walking over to the owner of the voice. "The gang life would bring more danger to your life than being on the streets. We have always been getting threats, but none this bad. As for Emily, none of this is her fucking fault. So shut your fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you." I step back away from him, giving him space to breathe. 

I turn around and look up at the wall again and begin to give my orders. "I need someone to test the paint and other shit that these fuckers could have touched. I need someone to install fucking cameras, like I asked for about 6 months ago and someone needs to get me a fucking drink." 

I look over at Louis who is on the phone before looking back up at the threat. 

She will be mine.

No she fucking won't. 

"Harry." Louis says with a panicked voice. I look over and his face matches his voice. "They've got them."

I frown at him. "What are you talking about?"

"They've got them, Harry. They've got the fucking girls! We shouldn't have left them there. We-"

Louis phone rings in his hand. He answers it and puts it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Ah, I see you'd like to share our conversation with everyone in the warehouse." I lean over and see that whoever it is, they are calling from El's house phone. Fear floods my veins. "How does it look? Have you cleaned the wall yet?"

"Leave the girls alone, they have nothing to do with this." Lou says as calmly as he can. 

The guy chuckles. "Sure your little babe Eleanor doesn't, but Emily? Emily has everything to do with this." 

A door creaks and I fight the urge to yell at whoever it was for touching the evidence, but instead I stay silent and listen to the conversation. "Let them go."

"No fucking way. They're to pretty to just hand back."

Louis growls and I curl my fists. "Stop lying dickhead." The voice startles me and I look beside me to see Emily. I immediately grab her, pulling her close and checking for any damage on her fragile body. Her beautiful laugh sounds as she takes the phone from Louis hand, who's arms are wrapped around El. "Just give up now already. Oh, and before you hang up, tell your boss that I'll never be his."

A beeping sounds through the phone and Emily slides the phone into El's pocket on her jeans. I now only realize how much she's shaking. 

I look back to Emily who is looking at me with a small smile. I pull her into my arms. "I'm proud of you baby." 

Emily's arm slide around my waist, linking her fingers together as I hug her. 

Louis coughs beside us. Emily and I pull apart and look to them. "Thanks Em, for you know, saving her." He nods his head towards El. 

"Well someone wouldn't answer their phone..." She looks up to me teasingly before back to Louis. "But don't worry about it. Just make her feel better yeah? It might take a while."

"Thanks again Emily, I owe you one."

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