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.


19. Chapter 19

A/N: I am really sorry for such a late update. I can't believe how may reads this has and I am so grateful. I never thought it would ever get past 100.

I also have a question! Would you like if I put up songs to read for each chapter? I've noticed other authors doing it so I was just wondering your opinion.

Thanks so much! xxx

Have a Happy Easter and eat lots of chocolates! :)


Chapter 19


I lay on the bed, underneath Harry's hovering body. He is holding himself up on his elbows and knees. How he has the strength to do that for this long is beyond me.

The movie softly plays in the background, a few action sounds have previously made me jump, much to Harry's enjoyment.

A laugh escapes my mouth as he tongue leaves a wet line on my neck. "Harry, you are so disgusting." I say wiping my neck dry.

He smirks at me.

"If you are going to use your tongue, you could at least use it in a way that benefits us both." I inform him.

"Oh yeah, and how would that be?" He says suggestively.

"Well," I trail my fingers gently up Harry's tensed stomach. "I was thinking something a little like this." My fingers wrap around his neck and pull him down to kiss me.

We both smile into the kiss and we both start moving our lips against one another's.

Harry suddenly rolls us over, gripping my hips to his. We continue to kiss, hands gently caressing one another. I climb higher on Harry's body, my hips drag up his torso. His throaty moan surprises me and I pull away and sit up smiling. In less than a second Harry sits up with me and continues the kiss.

Harry's tongue slide against my lip silently asking for entrance, I willingly comply.

Not too long later, Harry grips my hips and pushes me down towards his groin. My crotch rubbed against Harry's earning a moan from both of us.

My hands blindly moved from his torso to his shoulders. Then to the curls that always look so perfect. I repeat the movement Harry forced me to do earlier on my own, enjoying the reaction I get from him. My fingers curl into almost fists tugging at his hair earning a groan from Harry.

His lips then move from my own allowing me a chance to catch my breath and him to continue kissing me. Harry's fingers play with the hem of my shirt before pulling it completely over my head. His lips return to my neck as he rolls me onto my back again.

My chest rises towards Harry on instinct and his lips slowly make their way down my body. He stops just above my belly button. His lips jump over to my ink covered scar. "You deserve so much better." He kisses the spot gently.

Harry then rolls off of me laying at my side. "Why'd you stop?" I ask after I catch my breath.

"I don't want to take advantage of you while you are still upset. I will wait until you are ready."

"I am ready." I say rolling towards him.

"Just let it go, Emily."

I frown. "No, Harry. I won't just let this go."

He sighs before moving on the bed to face me, his curls falling over his eyes. "I care about you so I'm not going to use you."

Not knowing what to do I rollover and say nothing. I'd rather say nothing than the wrong thing around Harry.

He's different, the different that makes you struggle to figure him out. So far I've learnt that he is an asshole but can still be kind. He is a tough gang member but yet he is so gentle. Harry is just... Harry.

"Please don't be mad." His voice just above a whisper. The bed begins to move and his presence is beside my body.

A soft sigh falls from my mouth as his arm rests around my body pulling me impossibly closer to him. "I'm not mad." I whisper and close my eyes, my earlier high now gone.


My relaxed body tenses as Harry kisses my shoulder blade. "Harry."

"Go to sleep, Emily."

"Okay, night."

I woke alone. The spot where Harry was laying still slightly warm. I frown and sit up. I look down at my body and thankfully he kept me in my clothes rather than leaving my in my undergarments. I look around the room and see that the door is ajar, hushed voices flowing through.

I push the blankets off of me and stand up. The wooden floor creaks making me cringe but I continue to leave the room. I walk silently out of the room and down the hall, following the voices.

"So what are you actually here for? I'm sure you're not here just to eat all my food." Harry says.

It's Louis who replies. "It's about Emily."

I frown when I hear my voice in their conversation so decide not to walk any closer to them, staying hidden in the hallway.

"What about her?" Harry's voice suddenly went from playful to stern.

"Well you know how Luke knows about her and what she can do? We've discovered that he is after her." Louis says then takes a bite from something, the crunch loud enough for even me to hear.

"I figured that, especially after that night."

"But that's not all." The worry in Louis' voice is obvious causing panic to arise in me. "So does Zayn. Even Greg found out and he wants her. And supposedly some gangs in Ireland have heard, according to Niall." If I hadn't have woken earlier Harry's curses would have. "I told you to stay away from her and you didn't listen so you have no one to blame but yourself. You have officially fucked up another girl's life." Another girl?

"She needs to learn how to protect herself."

"Emily can protect herself." Louis counters.

If I could see them, Harry would surely be shaking his head. "Sure, she can shoot but can she punch?"

"Are you saying she should be a part of the gang?" The shock Louis is in has been shared to me.

I suck in a breath waiting for Harry's answer. "Have you got a better idea? You didn't when Eleanor was in danger because of you."

"I guess we have to, we don't have another choice." Tears begin to form. "When are you going to tell her?"

I decide it is time for me to come out from hiding. "You don't have to, she already knows."

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