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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9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

 

Here I am. Here he is. Here we are.

Side by side. No we are not dancing, we are walking.

We have been for about 3 minutes. He parked his car a few blocks away for some reason, and said a walk would do us both good. I inwardly groan as I get out of the car. I was up during the early hours of the morning walking around the emergency ward until 11.

So here we are.

He looks comfortable, with his gun situated in it's position, lower back and tucked into his pants. But me? Not so much.

May I add that he looks really good tonight? Like really really good.

He's wearing tight black jeans, and a decent set of dress shoes. His top is of a light blue colour and the sleeves only reach his elbows. The first few buttons are left undone revealing some of his chest, some tattoos and a simple cross necklace. A black leather band sits on his wrist with a charm on it that I can't quite identify.

When I opened the door I was shocked to say the least. Every girl would make an attempt to get a glimpse of his chest every time we passed them on the sidewalk.

I don't blame them though, he looks hot.

I shouldn't be saying that though, right? I mean he's forced me to go on a date with him. And he's a gang member. And he has killed people with the gun he is carrying on his body.

I definitely shouldn't be saying that. I should be thinking of an escape plan.

I turn my head to look at the sunset view between the streets and alleys. It's beautiful.

Wait, bingo.

I turn to Harry to see his attention is focused straight ahead. I come to a complete stop, ready to run down the alley, but he stops me.

"What are you doing?" His tone is hard.

"I-uh" I silently slip my foot partially out of the shoe. "My shoe has started falling off and I need to fix it." I lie.

I bend down to fix it and he turns away. Now.

My legs begin pumping at a rapid pace to escape the criminal. It's only about 5 seconds before I can hear him shouting my name, yelling at me to stop.

I turn at the corner, and continue racing down the pavement swerving around people. I look back to see Harry only metres behind me. My heart beats faster and I force my legs to go faster. I take a chance and sprint across the road, missing a taxi by only centimetres.

I look back to see him struggle to cross the road. I sprint down the sidewalk again and turn into an alley to escape him. But I come to a complete stop.

"Hello pretty lady, what are you doing around these parts of a city? Didn't your daddy tell you not to go down alleys?" One guy with brown hair says. Next to him is a someone else lying limp on the ground.

"He didn't know I'd be moving to London actually." I respond with as much confidence as I can muster. Doesn't help that I'm panting from my escape from Harry.

He begins to walk towards me. "Well that's too bad." Sarcasm laced his voice. "Then again, maybe not. You might enjoy this." He pushes my body against the wall and his hands hold me against it.

I feel a shudder go down my back. This is actually happening. This is-

"Back off Luke." I immediately relax when I hear the voice.

Although Luke doesn't back off. His hands freeze, one on the right half of my chest, the other cupping the edge of my face forcing me to look at him. His hips push into my stomach holding me in place. If I were taller they wold be pressing into my own hips, which would be more comfortable.

Wait, why am I worrying about being uncomfortable? I almost got raped, and I still might.

"Ah Harry Styles, nice of you to join us." Luke says still looking at me.

"I'm not here to join you, I'm here to take her with me. Hand her over." Harry's tone is icy which brought a reaction from me, but not Luke. The only thing he did was look over at Harry.

"Come on buddy, we used to share everything together." Something flashed in Harry's eyes at that moment. "You do remember when-"

"Yes I do, and just because I took advantage of your offer, doesn't mean you can take advantage of her." He cuts Luke short. "Fuck off Luke."

Luke looked back to me. His hand gripped my chest causing me to wince, and his hips pushed me further into the wall. "Another time then, love."

He drops his grip and walks away silently. I let out the breaths I didn't know I was holding and looked towards Harry.

He looks at me only after he makes sure Luke is gone.

"Thank you." I breathe in a whisper.

"Come on. We'll be late." Only this time he doesn't turn away. He walks over and grips my hand and tugs me along with him. His fingers are linked with mine tightly, which I think would be to keep me from running again.

I didn't know what I should have expected, but that certainly wasn't it.

No, 'It's alright', 'Anytime', or 'Forget about it'?

Just a stern 'Come on. We'll be late.'? It's as if I'm a child.

Now I don't know what to think about. Whatever Luke was going to say? What could have happened if Harry hadn't have been there? Or why Harry actually chased after me in the first place, and why he stopped Luke from raping me?

I haven't even known Harry for a day and he sends my thoughts whirling.

What's with him? Stupid Harry Styles.

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