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.


26. Chapter 26

Harry's POV

The sun shines into my face. Why the fuck didn't I close the blinds?

I groan and roll over, my arms immediately searching for Emily. They come back cold. I squint my eyes open and search the empty room. Both our clothes lie on the floor. A few random items also joining them, some of which are broken.

I frown and sit up. What the fuck happened last night?

I climb out of bed, naked. Please don't tell me I fucked her and I can't remember it. I've been dreaming of it for days.

I grab my underwear and pull them on, curse words falling from my mouth in frustration and pain.

"Emily?" I call out as I pull on yesterdays jeans.

Her soft voice yells back and I smile in relief. I walk out into the lounge room to find her sitting on the lounge. Her hair messily pulled back into a bun, adorning only her undergarments. She holds a bowl of what looks to be cereal in one hand, the other is holding a spoon.

"Damn, baby." I smirk looking her up and down. It's not like I haven't seen her like this, I have. It's just, she looks even more irresistible than before.

She looks up and gives a small smile before returning her eyes back to the screen. "You might want something to help your headache." Emily says bluntly.

I frown and walk into the bathroom, taking two tablets with some water. When I return, I find Emily wearing a hoodie, her empty bowl sitting on the small table in front of her. "What's wrong?"

Emily refuses to make eye contact with me, but still answers me. "Everything." A frown makes it way onto my face. I take a seat next to her, facing her entirely. "You've ruined my life, Harry." She says after my silence. "I woke up this morning with two messages on my phone. The first from my boss and the second from my landlord. I've lost my job and I have until tomorrow to get my belongings out of the apartment."


"Everything that I've worked so hard for is gone." Her voice cracks as tears begin to form. "I've found out gangs want me for some unknown fucking reason and I've been shot, Harry. If this is what has come of me having some sort of relationship with you in less than a month, then it's over."

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Emily," I start, but don't finish.

"No Harry. I can't do this anymore."

I immediately think up solutions in my head. "Live with me, you're here most of the time anyways. I'll protect you with my life because I care about you Emily. I care about you so fucking much. And I have enough money to support the both of us. Damn, I have enough money to let us live anywhere in the fucking world." I rant. "Please, just please, stay with me. I'll protect you with my life. And I swear I will-"

A set of soft lips land on mine, then sudden coldness. "It won't work Harry. I'll get in contact with my brother and live with him until I find another job and house." She climbs up off of the lounge making me seem like a lost puppy. "Goodbye Harry."

Her soft footsteps head back towards the bedroom.

No, she can't leave me. She can't.

I stand from the lounge, rushing towards the bedroom, towards her. I find her picking up her pants, preparing to put them on.

"You can't leave." Her body jumps with fear. "You can't leave me. Just please, stay with me."

"Harry," She warns me. My feet take me to her. My hands tilt her face to mine.

I breathe in, her scent filling my nose. "Emily, I care about you so much. So fucking much it scares me. I've never let anyone this close to me before and I'm not going to stand by and let you walk away from me." Her mouth opens to say something but I interrupt her. "I can protect you from anything, from everything. And you know it. I'll give you everything you want. You want a boat? I'll get you one. You want to spend all the money you can? I'll make sure the money is fucking there. You want to go to Hawaii? I'll take you there. Damn baby, I'll even let you live there if you want. But you can't leave me. You can't."

My speech left me breathless, pants of breath falling from my mouth. Once again she goes to say something and once again I interrupt her. My lips fall forcefully on hers. Images of passion fill my mind. They could remain only images if she leaves. No, that won't happen.

My lips move feverishly against hers, heat filling my entirety. Please baby. Respond to me.

Her gentle hands, used to care for many patients are now attending to me, resting against my chest. The slow movement of her lips brings a small smile to my lips.

If there is any girl out there in the world that I could possibly love, it would be this one.

The moment our lips part she says five words which I thought would never be said to me again.

"I care about you too."

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