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.


18. Chapter 18

Chapter 18


Harry and I are sitting in the car holding hands over the console. Harry's friend is awkwardly sitting in the backseat of the car, humming along to the radio and using his phone. I've come to learn that his name is Liam.

Harry's thumb rubs circles over the back of my hand. His hand suddenly moves from mine as he takes a sharp turn on the highway. His hand reaches for my thigh rather than my hand and I'm grateful when he doesn't try anything. The park then turns back into houses and we begin to slow down. We pass Eleanor's house and come to a stop only a block away.

"This is my house." Harry answers my unsaid question, turning the engine off.

I don't know what I expected, but this certainly wasn't it. It is a simple house, one you would expect a newly-wedded couple or an elderly couple to live in.

I wish it had a white picket fence so I could laugh, but instead there is a short brick fence.

We walk up the pathway and Harry opens the door for us. We walk inside to already hear chatting. A burst of laughter sounds from a room and we walk into to see a few boys around Harry's age playing a video game.

"Why don't you give the controller to someone who can actually play?" Someone comments, earning another burst of laughter from everyone.

"Emily!" One person screams tackling me into a hug. But their height is only up to my chest.

I look down to see Mia. "Hey Mia, how's your foot?" I ask looking down at the moon boot they gave her.

"Good, it doesn't hurt anymore." She answers excitedly.

I smile back at her. "That's good then."

"Hey Em, what kept you and Harry for so long, huh?" Louis asks from across the room.

Most boys make an 'oooh' sound.

"I can't say, because I can't use words like that around innocent Mia here." I point down at Mia, smirking.

Harry looks at me shocked, we both know exactly what happened.

"So, what was it like?" One person asks, he has shaggy golden brown hair.

I raise an eyebrow, "You really want to know?" They all nod and I smirk looking up at Harry. Then I look back at crowd of boys. I cover my mouth and say my loud whisper to the group. "I don't think he'd be able to take the insults."

Harry lightly smacked my bum as the group burst into laughter. Harry bends down to whisper in my ear, "You won't be saying that when we actually do have sex." a shiver rolls down my spine, but my smirk remains on my face. He kisses the fading love bite, then turns to the boys.

"So this is Emily, and she was also the one who sent Luke and Jared running away from her."

Murmurs arise in the room. "How the fuck did you do it? You said it wasn't a fluke."

I shrug my shoulders at Louis. "As long as you have direct aim with other guns' barrel you've got it. It's easy."

"What about the bullet you missed?" Louis asks.

"She wasn't kidding?" Harry asks shocked.

My face immediately changes. "What are you talking about Lou?"

Louis frowns. "Yeah, she dodged Luke's bullet. I swear she did."

"Emily?" Harry asks from beside me and I immediately look down.

"I moved, that's all." I say quietly

"How did you know when to move?" One person asks.

I lower my head. "I don't know, a muscle in the shoulder moves before you press the trigger, and it's visible. So I had a split second to move my arm before he was going to shoot."

"There has to be another trick to it." Louis says.

I shake my head, "There isn't."

"There has to be, it's impossible to miss a bullet just because of that."

"I obviously missed it because of that." I snap, then realise what I did. "Sorry."

Silence fills the room, the only sound heard is the music on the video game.

Harry speaks first. "Why don't you fuckers go home? It's about time you start living at your own house instead of mine."

"There has to be another reason, she is obviously fucking hiding something Haz. Can't you see that?" Liam says.

"Alright, you want to fucking know how I did it? Do you really?" I nearly yell.


"My grandfather used to take me shooting, and he'd have psychotic episodes. My brother came back from the army and taught me how to protect myself from him, including avoiding his bullets aimed at me. You want to know? It's a little thing called practice."

Once again it is silent.

"Are you all fucking happy now?"

"Out!" Harry's voice booms through the room and immediately everyone got up and left.

After everyone was gone I spoke up. "Can I go home? It's been a big day and I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep."

"Emily?" Harry asks softly. "Were you serious? Did he ever actually hit you with a bullet?"

"The first time, he got my shoulder blade. There is no scar because it only grazed the skin. He never actually put a bullet in me. Being a gymnast was good in those days." I shrug, having no tears left to cry out.

Harry steps towards me. "I'm so sorry Emily."

"Can I go home please?" I step away from him making him frown.

Harry frowns and shakes his head. "I want you to stay with me tonight."

"No Harry, I'm going home."

"Please stay with me?" He begs as I turn towards the front door. "I know you need someone."

"I don't need anyone Harry, especially not you." I continue towards the front door.

"Please Emily, I need you. I need to know you are safe."

I turn back around to face him in shock. "Why the fuck do you need me? Why do you need to know that I'm safe?"

"I need to know you are safe because I care about you Emily. The only way I know you are going to be safe is if you are with me." 

That has been the second sweetest thing he has said to me today.

"Please Emily, at least stay tonight."

But for some strange reason, I need him too. I need the comfort and security he brings me.

I need Harry.

"Okay, I'll stay."

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