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.


28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Harry's POV

My phone starts buzzing and I place down Emily's photo album answering my phone.

"Boss, we have a situation."

My eyes immediately flicker to Emily. "What's the situation?" I ask, running my hand through my hair.

"You might want to come down to the warehouse." No answer. I stand up from my position on the floor walking out of the room.

"What's the fucking situation?" I snap.

There is a clutter in the background and a swear word. "The warehouse has been ransacked."

"Fuck." I hang up my phone. I grab my jacket and throw it on. "Emily!" I call to her.

"I'm here." Her soft voice says from beside me.

"Oh, right." I look at her feet and sure enough she has shoes on. I then look around the room in search for her hoodie.

Her soft laugh sounds. "I've got it Harry," she obviously noticed my concern. "Are you coming or what?" Emily walks outside and over to the car.

I snatch my keys and wallet from the hallway table, following her and locking up the house. 

"Leather Harry? Really? You're sticking with the gang tradition huh?"

Before walking around the car I stop and walk over to her. "You just think I'm hot." I whisper with my body touching hers, my hands on the small curves of her waist.

Her heart races and her breathing quickens. "That too."

Her words made me smirk. I put my lips on hers and she immediately responds. My hands travel from her waist to her bum. I tap my fingers twice and she jumps, wrapping her legs around my torso and arms on my shoulders.

I lay her softly against the car door, tapping my fingers in a rhythm on her thigh. When she pulls away, breathless, she smirks.

"Maybe I should wear leather too." She looks down at my hands holding her up, then back to my eyes. Holy fuck.

Her eyes hold the nicest shade of blue I've ever seen.

"You have nice eyes." I blurt. Regret smothers me. For fucks sake. 'You have nice eyes' Good on you Harry. Way to go.

Emily looks surprised, I don't blame her. I am too. "Okay, thanks Harry. You have nice eyes too." She laughs. This is fucking embarrassing. "Mine are like yours."

I frown at her. "Emily, if you haven't noticed, my eyes are green."

She shakes her head and it falls on my shoulder, in between her arm and my neck. "That's not what I meant. I meant that they change colour depending on our moods." She then lifts her head to explain. "Like yours are a light green when you're happy. But when you are angry or aro-" she cuts herself off blushing.

"When I'm what?" I ask slowly.

"Nothing, but when you're angry they are dark green."

"So what does like a sea blue mean?" I ask, unable of think of a better word than sea.

She blushes and slides from my body. "Um, happy." She says. But before I can say anything she speaks. "If you don't get in the car soon I'll drive."

I step away from her and walk around the car. "After the last incident, you're never driving my car again."

She laughs. "That wasn't my fault, technically!"

"You still stole my car." I say as we buckle ourselves in. I glance over at Emily before starting the car and driving off.

It was only two days ago when Louis said to me 'I don't think you'll be able to keep it in your pants much longer mate' and now, I'm agreeing.

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