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.


7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7


The gun is just sitting there, on the centre console of the car.

It does two things to send my thoughts racing.

First I could take the gun and shoot him, but Harry would be able to stop me due to his strength and fast reflexes.

And secondly, it reminds of how fucked I am. Sitting in a car with a fucking gang member who has claimed me as his.

“Emily. Where do you live?” His voice cuts through the silence of the car. Before I object he continues. “I can either drop you at your house, or you can come and stay with me.”

I tell him my address and the car goes to silence again, not even the radio is on. I look out of the window attempting to distract my mind of the current situation.

“You’re afraid of the gun.” He states blankly, but looking over a half smirk is resting on his lips.

“I’m afraid of you and what you could do with the gun. The gun is a machine which only fires a bullet when the trigger is pressed. The gun isn’t something to fear, but you…” I trail off. What I said is right. I’m not afraid of guns, I used them a lot when I was a child. My father would take my brother and me hunting every so often. I only went along because of my accuracy. I hated the trips because of the heat and lack of food. But although I hated them, I miss them because I haven’t gone hunting since I moved here.

“You shouldn’t be afraid of me.” He says with a frown.

I raise my eyebrows at him. “Why shouldn’t I be afraid of you? You’re a gang member, you carry a gun, you claimed me as yours, and then you dragged me into your fucking car? Tell me Harry, why shouldn’t I be afraid of you?”

After waiting a few moments I realise he won’t answer me so I look back out the window only to realise we are in my street.

We pull up and I unbuckle myself I grab the handle only to realise it won’t open the door. I look over to Harry only to realise he isn’t in the car but rather walking around the front of it. The door opens I swing my legs down onto the pavement, but I’m cornered by him.

“You’re going on a date with me.” He says simply.

“No thanks.” I try ducking under his arm but he only catches me and pushes me back to my previous position.

“Yes you are. I’ll pick you up at 7.” He says before allowing me past and closing the door.

I walk up the pavement and as I’m about to walk in the apartment block I look back at him after he calls my name. “Wear something sexy!”

My cheeks flush slightly and I race into the building. I nod to the lady at reception desk and make my way to the elevator. I press the button and as soon as the doors close behind me I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding.

I lean against the elevator wall. Why did I blush? I’ve heard worse comments than that at work. I huff and the elevator dings as the doors open.

I walk down to my apartment, 22C. I put my key in and turn. I pull my phone from my bra and see that I have 4 messages. I close the door and collapse onto the lounge.

Jess –

Hey bub, Leah told us what happened. Hannah and I are so sorry that that happened to you. We are here for you always. Love you, Jess and Han xx

Leah –

Hope you make it home alright, I’m sorry about going off at you. Call me later! :)

Harry –

When I said sexy, I mean a dress. See you tomorrow babe, H. xx

Tanya (ED) –

Hey Emily, are you able to cover my shift tomorrow? I can’t make it because there is a strike at my sons school, no one else qualified to work in ED can work it for me. Thanks, let me know soon :)

Well there goes my day off.

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