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.


15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Emily's POV

A spoonful of ice-cream enters my mouth, the substance melting on my tongue. I reach beside me and grab another tissue, wiping the falling tears from my cheeks.

Yet, I'm laughing while I'm crying.

P.S I Love You has the be the saddest movie I have ever watched in my life.

I slightly regret accepting Leah's request to watch this movie. Yet I love it because it has been a while since we've had a day together, and we can be ourselves around each other.

I mean if anyone saw us they'd look at us like we are stupid. Hair pulled up messily, wearing track pants and loose shirts, eating ice-cream and crying like babies.

But we enjoy it.

As the credits begin to roll across the screen my phone vibrates. Both Leah and I jump at the sound then laugh as we look at each other. Leah wears make-up so her eyeliner and mascara has completely run down her face, leaving a black trail. I could imagine I look somewhat like her, minus the make-up.

I snatch my phone off of the lounge behind us and unlock it opening up the message.

Did you seem to forget I'm a gang member? -H

Of course. I should have fucking known. I'm so stupid. "So who messaged you?"

"Harry..." I groan.

"So he obviously got your number back." She says remembering our conversation as to why I am staying here. I nod to answer her.

I hate you. I reply tossing my phone back onto the lounge. "I hate him. He is ruining my life. If the boss finds out that I know him and that we have gone a date thingy, I'm going to fired. My life would be ruined. No other hospital would hire me knowing about Harry. I hate him."

"I can see your point, but he obviously cares about you. Why would he chase after you?" Leah debates. "Why would he protect you from that Luke guy?"

"The second run in with Luke I protected me, Harry and Louis." I counter.

Leah frowns. "But why would he make you stay the night? And not even attempt to have sex with you?" I'm stumped. I don't have an answer to that. "See?"

"Shut up." I glare at her.

"I'm not saying date the guy, but he cares about you and you obviously care about him."

My eyes widen. "I do not. I hate him."

"Why else would you save his life? Why else would you actually sleep in the same bed as him? Why else would leave him medicine and a cup of water for his headache? Why else would you kiss him?" Leah gives me plenty of reasons why I do care for him.

"One, I couldn't let him die. I may hate him, but not that much. Two, he made me. Three, I don't know. And four, he wouldn't let me leave and he made me do it." I answer her questions.

"I bet he is a good kisser." Leah teases. Yes Leah, you have no idea. If he kisses like that, I wonder what the sex is like...

Wait, Emily, what is wrong with you? You shouldn't be thinking that.

My phone vibrates again, Leah snatches it and reads it first.

"Come on babe, don't be like that. I know you love me." Leah reads aloud. I take my phone from her hands and reply.

You are so full of yourself, and don't call me babe.

"Even he knows." Her tongue sticks out of her mouth, teasing me.

I raise my eyebrow and slowly place my phone back on the lounge. One side of my mouth turns up in a smirk.

In a matter of seconds we are rolling around on the floor, laughing loudly as we wrestle each other. "I hate you!" We scream at each other, still laughing.

A chunk of something really cold lands in my hair. Ice-cream. "Leah!" I squeal in shock.

She curls over with laughter, clutching her stomach. I take my chance, grabbing the container using my hand take a large chunk of the ice-cream. I place my hand on her head, pushing the ice-cream into her hair. She screams while I just laugh, an evil laugh. I tackle her then straddle her waist. I grab more ice-cream and cover her face with it, continuing to laugh while she screams.

We finally stop, both panting with grins on our faces. Leah managed to get ice-cream on my face and shirt.

Leah then screams and points behind me. "You're going to use this screaming to distract me and cover me in more ice-cream." But she shakes her head her eyes widening.

I turn to look at where she is pointing, and I see why she is screaming. I climb off of Leah. "You can't just come in here, especially pointing a gun at us. At Leah. And I'm pretty sure I made it clear that I didn't want to see you again, so why are you here? Haven't you got it through your thick head that I want nothing to do with you?" I rant. "Put the damn gun down Harry." I snap when I realise he is still pointing the gun at us.

He does as I ask only laughing, along with his friend. "I just broke down a door ready to kill whoever was attacking you two, only to find out you are having a fucking food fight with each other?!" He laughs.

"You broke her door down?!" I shout.

"Yeah," he grins.

I give him a flat look. "I hope your shoulder is dislocated. And I hope you are replacing the door for her."

"How kind of you," he chuckles. "You look pretty hot when you're mad, and when you are covered in ice-cream."

I glare, "You're a pig."

"Says the girl covered in ice-cream."

I smirk, "Yeah says the girl covered in ice-cream."

Harry smirks as well. "Go have a shower we are going somewhere."


His smirk drops. "I'll take you there as you are."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Harry walks towards me. He stops only centimetres from me. "Get in the shower."

I reach to snatch his gun, but he was faster. Stepping back far enough so that I can't reach. He aims it at me.

"Get in the shower." He demands, his voice deeper than before.

"You know just as well as I do that I can dodge a bullet."

He frowns, "What?" he doesn't remember.

"Nothing," I reply quickly. Harry tosses his gun to the ground and steps towards me bending over, throwing me over his shoulder.

"First door on the left." Leah shouts, you can even hear the smirk in her voice. Bitch.

I look away from Harry's bum and to Leah and the other guy raising my middle finger whilst glaring at my so-called best friend.

I hate Leah.

And I hate Harry.

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