A/N: Okay, just a small warning, I cried writing this....please forgive me if I make you cry too.
I woke up to hear something going on in the hallway.
I walk to the door, in my bra and panties, the only thing they let us wear now.
I pressed my ear to the door.
"Yes, I'm sure you'll be pleased with her," William was talking.
"I can't wait to take her home," another voice said.
They approached the door.
I scurried into our small bed, that we all shared.
"Rise and shine bitches!," William said.
He walked in with a thirty-year-old man, with brown hair.
We all got up.
"Emily, meet your master," William said to me.
"She's hotter in real life, then on those pics," the dude said.
He slid a finger between my boobs.
"Well, take her away," William said.
"You don't have a collar for her?," the guy asked.
"Not in my house. You pick your own for her," he said.
"Ahh okay," the guy said.
He forcefully took my hand and lead me out the door.
"EMILY! NO!," Jess screamed and I heard William slap her.
I was taken downstairs, out to a waiting black mini van.
Just as the guy was opening the back of the car to throw me in, an officer came out with a gun.
"Just stop right there sir," he said, pointing the gun at him.
The guy didn't waste time in taking out his own gun, and firing it at the officer who dropped dead.
He threw me in the back and slammed the door shut.
I couldn't see what was going on, all I heard were more and more gunshots and yells and shouts.
I curled up in a ball.
The car didn't move. At least I knew that my "master" wasn't making it. Thank the Lord.
A few minutes later the door of the car was swung open and in the dust that arose outside, stood Harry, with a bloody hole in his arm.
He got shot!
"HARRY!," I cried.
He climbed in and took me into his arms.
"Hush baby, it's alright. I've got you now," he said, holding me close.
I heard more gun shots outside, and Harry closed the door.
"What's going on out there?," I asked.
"We brought officers, more then four dozen. I think we'll take down ten men," he said.
"But Zayn!?," I suddenly remembered he was one of the ten.
"I'm sure he'll show himself and fight with us," Harry said.
He held me tighter.
"How did you get shot?," I asked.
"I was trying to get over to this car, through all those shots, of course I got hit," he chuckled.
"It's not funny Harry," I said.
"Yeah, I'd take a bullet through my head if I knew it was to save you," he said.
I looked into his eyes.
"I hope that never happens. I couldn't live without you with me, and thinking that you sacrificed yourself for me....I'd probably wouldn't be able to last a day without you," I said.
Harry pulled my face to his, locking lips with me.
The car door swung open.
"Harry? Emily?," Niall said.
"Yes, we're here," Harry said, holding me closer.
"Good, because we're safe!," he said, "We won! William and Winger got captured!"
Harry let out a sigh of relief, and took his shirt off, putting it on me. I saw him wince at the pain in his arm.
Niall helped us out.
I looked around.
More then seven dead bodies lay on the ground.It literally looked like one of your worst nightmares.
Harry held me close.
I heard ambulances coming.
I noticed a familiar body on the ground.
"DAD!," I yelled, escaping Harry's hold.
Dad moaned in pain.
"Daddy!? Are you okay?," I asked, tears forming in my eyes.
"Emily," he sighed, "You're okay."
Harry knelt down next to me.
Dad had a shot in his left shoulder.
"Dad the ambulances are coming you need to stay strong," I said.
He took a deep breath.
"I will Emily, I will. All that matters is that you're okay, alive, and saved from a tragic life," he said, his breathing quickening.
"Dad, hold on, don't speak," I said, holding his hand.
He nodded and tried steadying his breath.
The ambulances came in quick and soon dad was taken away.
I looked around at the bodies. No one else looked familiar.
Just before they put him in the ambulance, I noticed Nathan. He was here too, fighting for me, for us.
"Sir, we need to get you to the hospital," a nurse said to Harry, looking at his arm.
"I need to stay here and find..."
Jess and Alisa came running out to me.
"Never mind," Harry said.
The nurse took Harry away to the ambulance which carried dad too.
"I'll catch up with you Harry," I said.
He nodded, and got into the car, where the doctor tended straight to his wound.
I looked at Jess and Alisa.
"We're safe!," Jess exclaimed.
"How did this...," Alisa said, looking around.
"Within minutes, it all happened," I answered.
"Aliiissss!!," Jim said running to her.
"Jim!," she cried.
Niall was already with Jess, holding her tight.
I started getting dizzy.
I fell to the ground.
I woke up in a hospital bed, next to Harry, who was sleeping soundly. His arm got bandaged, so did my cuts.
I looked around, trying to remember what happened.
I rushed to me fast.
William and Winger, the fight, the dead bodies, dad....DAD!?
I slowly crawled out of bed and took the waiting robe from the chair, putting it on me.
Thankfully I was dressed in some normal clothes, but still it was chilly.
I walked out to into the hallway, looking around.
"Miss can I help you?," a nurse asked.
"Yes...I'm looking for my dad? He was brought here...got shot in the left shoulder..?"
"Ahh yes...miss. He's still in surgery," she said.
"Oh," my face dropped.
"I'm sorry to tell you this...but....he might not...."
I stopped her before she said it.
"Is it that severe?," I asked.
"He got shot above and under his shoulder," she said.
I sat down.
"What about N-Nathan?," I asked.
"The young boy?"
"He's in a stable condition, but in a coma," she said.
"Well if you need anything miss, I'll be just right down the hall," she said.
I nodded again.
I put my head in my hands.
If dad....doesn't make it.......
Yes he wasn't the best dad in the world to me. Yes he made problems between Harry and me. Yes he sent me to Russia...were I met good friends...actually had a nice time. He was that dad who actually listened. When I told him I wanted my life this way, he accepted, even if it took some time. I just couldn't lose him now....
"Em?," Harry said, standing in the doorway of the room that I left.
I smiled briefly and walked over to him, falling into his arms.
"Everything okay baby?," he asked.
"Dad...might not make it," I said, my tears finally emerging.
"Let's hope for the best love," he said, kissing the top of me head.
"Yeah...I know," I sighed.
Mom came to visit dad in the hospital, the day Harry got signed out of the hospital.
Dad...well....it was hard to tell. Some days were better then others. He had trouble breathing, and lost a deal lot of blood.
Doctors gave him four more days to live. He wasn't going to make it.
I spent the days by his side, along with mom. He just kept smiling and telling everyone not to worry.
"I can't believe he won," I said, on the forth day.
Dad looked at me, lifting his eyebrows.
"Who?," he asked, softly.
"William. He finished you, like he wanted to," I said.
"Ah, Emmy. Let's not think of it that way. He's always been the jealous type. Like that time I got a baseball bat, glove and ball for my birthday. He kept telling mom, your grandma, how much HE wanted those things, but I got them instead. Or that time dad took me fishing, because Will had to study for an important exam," dad said.
"Darling, if I do die, never accuse William of doing it to me. I'm sure he never wanted me to die, he just wanted revenge, wanted me to suffer while I'm alive. He didn't know who he was shooting at, he wasn't aiming the gun at me. He shot because he didn't know what was coming. He didn't know who were the people that found you. He didn't know I was there, fighting to find you," dad said, cupping my face with his hand.
I nodded and kissed his hand.
"You've always been a man of forgiveness dad. Even when you saw Harry on top of me, the first time you came to Anne's house," I said.
He chuckled, and I joined him.
"Oh I'm going to miss scolding you," he winked.
"I'll miss you scolding me," I said.
"I never was an ideal father to you...my only beautiful daughter," he said.
"I can agree to that. But you tried to be, and I never actually realized that. I couldn't of asked for a better person to call dad," I said.
His eyes teared up.
"I hope you and Harry have a long, beautiful life together....If that asshole ever asks for your hand," dad chuckled.
"Dad!," I laughed.
He turned his head to the window.
"Daddy?," I asked.
Mom looked at him.
He turned his head back to us.
"I love you both so much. I can't even find the words to describe it," he said, his breath slowing down.
Mom clutched his hand and teared up.
I bit my lip to stop my tears.
"Please never forget the good times we had as a family together. And excuse me for not being with you every Christmas or New Year...I'm sorry."
"Dad that's already forgiven," I said.
"Victoria, I'll never forget you. My beautiful, charming, amazing supporting, wife. My other half," he said, kissing her hand gently.
"I love you. And I love my son Harry too," he said, looking at me.
I nodded, now my tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Take care. I'll be with you always," he said, closing his eyes.
"Dad?," I said.
His breathing stopped.
"Daddy...," I whispered and hugged him.
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