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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6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

 

“Oh my gosh Emily, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” a voice shouts over the music and knocks me from my trance. I turn around to meet the face of Leah.

“Leah something happened…”

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.

“Leah…” I start.

“You know Harry Styles?!” she angrily yells at me, and I’m shocked.

“That’s where I was, he-“

Leah cuts me off. “Don’t talk to me. I could be dead.” She snaps with hatred lacing her voice.

Did I miss something? Why does she hate me? Was it him? It would have to be him.

I grab Leah’s shoulder as she turns to walk away. “He gave me this.” I point at the mark which has barely any pain at all. “Do you think I would even want to know a gang member?”

Realisation fills her facial features before it fills with guilt.

“I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t know.”

I cut her off before she continues. “It doesn’t matter I just want to go home, I’m gonna go. Tell Hannah and Jess I say hi.” I begin to make my way outside.

After pushing through heaps of sweaty bodies, I make it outside. I sit on the ground careful to avoid any vomit. I grab my phone from my bra and call a taxi.

I groan as I end the call because they said it could be up to half-an-hour wait.

“You would be mine if it weren’t for Harry tonight.” A voice says and I’m met with the guy from earlier, when I turn around. I turn back and watch people stumble into one another’s arms.

The guy sits down beside me. A large black car drives past then skids to a halt making me frown. “So?” I turn to the still-unknown guy waiting for his answer with my eyebrow raised.

“If only we were on my territory you would be. He would be dead and I would have you. But we are on Bobby’s territory, so it’s first in best dressed.” He says. “Your boyfriend is going to kill you.” And here comes my frown again.

I open my mouth to question what he meant but my unspoken question is answered with another voice. “What the fuck did I say Emily?! Did you even listen?!”

I stand up ready to continue the verbal battle. “Are you fucking serious Harry?!”

“You bet I’m fucking serious! You’re mine.” He growls in front of my face. I didn’t even notice how close he had become.

“I don’t give two shits what you think Harry. You can’t just own a person and claim them as yours. One, it’s impossible and two, it’s illegal anyways. Get that through your thick head.” I’m no longer yelling, neither of us are.

But what he does both shocks me, terrifies me and wishes I stayed inside the damn party.

“Put me down!” I scream hitting his back continuously with my fists. “Help me! Let me down!” My cries for help attract attention, but no one helps me.

No wonder they don’t though. A gun is tucked in the back of his jeans. It’s nearly completely visible due to his arms being above his head.

My cries for help stop and my struggle to get free becomes weaker as many realisations dawned on me.

One - Harry is a gang member.

Two - He is carrying both me and a gun.

Three - I made him furious.

Four- I yelled at him.

Five - There is a 99% chance that I will die.

This has to be a dream, I can only hope. But this is too realistic to be a dream. Fuck me.

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