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.


4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4


“I can’t pull this off.” I groan walking out of the bathroom and into Leah’s room.

“Well, if we fix up your hair and put on some good makeup then…” she trails off as she continues applying her make up in the mirror.

“I literally can’t pull this off it is so tight.” I tug the dress further down my legs. My hands are batted away from it though.

“The shorter the better.” Leah scolds me. “You look good. Besides, they won’t let you in wearing your normal attire.”

I glare at her insult, even though I like my clothes. Jeans, jumpers, shirts and work clothes are just fine.

Leah being my opposite, disagrees. But whatever she wears always looks good on her. For example, right now.

Leah’s black hair is curled to perfection, her pale skin a contrasting with the navy dress and black hair. Her makeup is mainly navy blue, but eyes lined with black. No she didn’t look ‘emo’, she looked smoking hot.

Whereas I was wearing a second skin, also known as a black dress, with my ombre hair in a messy bun. My face hasn’t touched makeup since my brother’s wedding, now I’m being forced to wear it. Please kill me. As for shoes, I have no idea what my bitch of a friend is going to put me in.

“Okay, done.” She says aloud to herself. She turns to me, the smile on her face scaring me. “Your turn.”

I groan as I sit on the end of her bed.

About 10 minutes later she has finished my makeup and hair. My naturally straight ombre hair in now in loose curls, a braid pulling away the loose hairs from the front. I let out a sigh of relief as I notice there isn’t a much makeup as I expected. My blue eyes ‘pop’ with the dark makeup around them. I still groan at the dress as I notice it has ridden up my legs again.

I’m not even at the damn party and I want to go home and sleep. It’s almost 9, which is what ‘Leah’s Party Rules’ say we should be there by.

Rule 1 is to never be early. Otherwise you’d look desperate.

Whatever, Leah.

I watch as she finally falls out of her wardrobe holding a pair of heels in them. Oh god.

“Put these on.” Doing as she says, I stand up.

I frown as I can feel the extra padding in them making them comfortable. I take a step, then another, and another. After walking for about a minute I look to Leah and she nods in approval.

Thank god I don’t look like an idiot.

After carefully walking down the stairs from her apartment we jump into the cab, we called only minutes before.

I’m hoping that Leah decides to leave early in the night, I don’t want to be at this party for long.

I’m glad I have work off tomorrow. I can’t deal with a hangover while at work. Especially in paediatrics, that would be a death wish.

I can tell we are about a block away because there are cars lined up on the street and the thumping of the music is coming through the small gap in one of the windows. As the car pulls up Leah automatically jumps out of the car. I thank the driver and pay him, leaving him with small tip.

I slide out of the cab and look for Leah. As the cab drives away I walk up the footpath to the crowded house. I sigh and walk through the already open door. Some guy, who I assume owns the house, winks at me before closing the door behind me.

I hold back my groan as his hand lingers on my lower back directing me to what I assume would be the kitchen. “Would you like a drink darling?” he offers, his voice slightly slurring.

“No thanks.” I walk to the fridge and grab out a cruiser. I check to see if has been tampered with before I open it. I lean against the counter and bring the bottle to my lips, downing a few sips.

“Don’t tease me.” His voice is husky. He walks over to me, his body shielding mine from anyone else’s sight.

I might want a relationship, but this guy is certainly not on my list. “Listen, I don’t want to be here, let alone be with you. So can you back off?” I shove his chest making his drunk form stumble slightly.

“What? You here with someone?” his voice growls as he walks back to me.

My mouth opens to reply, but another voice cuts me off, and it certainly wasn’t Leah, Hannah or Jess.

“Actually, she’s here with me.”

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