Hero

These past two weeks have been dreary and dead, me and harry have become used to living with each other now and have fallen into a certain routine in order to avoid one another as much as possible. This routine was something I did not initiate as I am not allowed to go out and the only form of human contact I have is harry so why would I want to avoid him? But he clearly wants to avoid me at all costs so I have to deal.

I didn't listen to his 'orders' about leaving for the first few days but after encountering some unfriendly people I came crawling back to harry and received a harsh scolding which belittled me to practically a mouse. And I came to the conclusion harry is the meanest when angry, so I have been trying my hardest to not make him angry as I once got over the whole soul mate shit as we've kept everything seriously platonic, I was actually thankful that he has let me stay here and is actually 'protecting me'. Although at the start it was by force but I kinda gave up. I mean the city trusts them for a reason right?

Anyhow, the last two days harry has been particularly tense, snapping at me any time I came out of my room so I had retreated in there and decided I'll leave him be for a few days and then maybe he'll act civil.

It is now 11:30 PM and I'm about to go to bed, just making final preparations, I feel slightly nauseas as harry has never stayed out this late before, I know he's busy but he'd said he didn't want to risk anything and would always be home by 8/9 PM, which he was for the last couple of days, but today it's 11:30 and he hasn't come, hasn't called or texted to tell me anything so, yeah you could say I'm a little worried. Only a little.

Just as I walk past the window to go to bed something outside on the opposite street catches my eye, I stop and stare at it, my blood running cold when I see the dark hooded figure continuously stare at my window, I feel his eyes on me and I know he's looking right at me. I gulp, my heart pounding as I look at the strange figure. What the fuck? Who is it and why is he staring at my window? Oh god

I really wish harry would get home soon. I continue to look although I am freaked the fuck out, why is someone staring at my window and how long have they been there, they look at me with purpose and whoever it is us giving off creepy vibes.

Just as I go to shakily reach for my phone so I can call harry it slips out of my grasp and tumbles to the ground, the small thud making me flinch, I sigh and duck down to get it and just as my fingers grasp it and I begin to straighten up a loud smash from my right makes me scream as i scramble away, a huge rock whizzing past my head and just knocking it slightly. Tears of pure terror burn my eyes as I stare at the gaping hole in the window. Oh god, harry please, where are you.

I shakily get on my knees, swaying slightly from the hit and crawl over to the window making sure to keep down, I grasp the window sill with nimble fingers and peer over the edge in fear. I see the man or whatever he is dusting his hands off and then I swear my heart leaps into my throat as he begins marching with determination towards the apartment block.

I scream falling onto my knees and effectively landing in the shattered glass although I don't give a fuck. Blood oozes out but all I can think about is calling harry.

My heart is pounding so loud it's all I can hear and I feel like any second I waste it could cost me dearly. We're on the top floor and it takes around about 5 minutes to get to this floor with the lift so I really don't have time.

Ring ring
Ring ring

Oh god, pick up pick up please oh f-

"Hello? Y/N I-"

"H-harry there's s-someone here! They s-smashed the window and t-they're they're-" I gasp Feeling myself begin to hyperventilate with pure fear. I hear him curse under his breath and rushed footsteps.

"Okay, sweetheart. I need you to calm down okay and hide in my closet, can you do that for me?" He asks forcing a calm tone although I can hear the strain and the underlining panic. I cry trying to take deep breaths.

"Y-yeah," I breathe out already scrambling towards his bedroom tripping over nothing along the way.

"Good girl, I'm on my way okay? Just stay quiet and I'll handle it." He says roughly, in the background I hear squealing breaks as I dive into his closet and slam the door behind me.

Tears drip down my cheeks and fear so strong has me shaking like a leaf, never have I ever been placed into a situation like this one, that man who was-- is, trying to very clearly harm me for reasons which are unknown to me is on his way here and I only pray that harry reaches me before he does because with the amount of power and aim in that throw It shows he means business.

I curl into a ball rocking my self back and forth to calm myself down, and after what feels like ages I hear the door of harrys apartment smash open and heavy footsteps making their way around.

My blood turns to ice and I stop rocking, I hold my breath with my hands clasped against my mouth to muffle any sounds of fear that may escape, I know it's not harry, I can just feel it.

Tears are dripping onto the floor of the closet as I squeeze my eyes close once I hear the door of the bedroom open.

"Oh sweetheart," a voice sing songs, a cold malicious voice using the same name harry only said moments ago but sounding so different coming from his mouth.

God where are you harry?

His footsteps get closer and closer to where I am hidden away and my heart pounds so hard against my ribcage I'm scared he might hear it from his position. The air is tense and silent only the sounds of his breathing are heard and I can only assume he is searching for the sounds of my breathing but I'm still holding my breath.

A shout cuts through the air making me flinch so hard I smack my head against the closet wall and hiss in pain when the same bloody part gets hurt.

Luckily the man is to preoccupied to havee heard my mouse like squeak, preoccupied with harry. I thank the god above for the close call and vow to myself that I am never ever leaving Harrys side again.

I can hear shouting and Harry's furious voice but my mind can't seem to focus on anything in particular. I hear skin on skin and sickening crunches before I hear someone drag someone away, I hear Zayns voice as well for the first time.

"I'll get rid of it."

The air is still before the closet door is opened and the light streams in, Harrys figure crouching down to my height.

"Y/N? He's gone, it's safe now," he says somewhat gently. I don't say anything only squeezing my eyes shut tighter.

I feel large hands on my waist and I'm pulled up into a sitting position on the edge of the closet floor. We stare at each other for a few seconds before I crumble and throw my arms around harry, sobbing into his neck and clutching his shirt for dear life. I hear him sigh heavily before tucking his hands under my knees and scooping me up while I latch onto him.

After a while of navigating through the apartment he sets me down on the kitchen counter although I am reluctant to let go of him.

His jaw clenches tight as he stares intensely at my forehead and my bloody knees.

"The fucking bastard." He murmurs beginning to dab away the blood carefully.I sniffle staring up at him,

"W-who was it?" I ask once he's finished cleaning me up, he washes his hands and helps me off the counter leading me away.

"He was a player from the other team," he answers his voice holding anger. I gasp softly, does he mean the villains? Or whatever they are.

"W-why was he after me?!" I say with more desperation as I shake his toned arm, he sighs as he begins to unravel his bed.

"Because a hero only has one weakness, so you'd target that weakness wouldn't you?" He asks staring at me with his vibrant green eyes. I slowly nod my head not fully understanding.

"Since you're my soulmate, you're my weakness. A hero completely looses his title as a hero and all the powers that come with It once his soul mate dies." I gasp softly staring up at him with wide innocent eyes. He means to say that all the people against harry are going to try and kill me to get rid of him?

Tears brim my eyes as look down at my fumbling fingers, fear coursing through me at the information. So I'm never really safe then!

"Sweetheart," harry says gently, the most gentlest I've ever heard him, he tilts my chin upwards staring at me with determination.

"Nothing is going to happen if I have anything to do with it, okay? Now go to sleep." He says, the moment of softness retreating as his voice gets a steely tone again towards the end of the sentence.

I nod, as I take the T-shirt offered into the bathroom and shower quickly slipping it on. I scurry back outside and see harry has pulled the covers back and left a gap for me. I crawl into the covers and snuggle up into the plush pillows, harry sat next to me on the bed. He tucks me in and begins to walk away, panic flares in me as I sit up alarmed. What if someone else comes while he's outside? He can't leave me alone!

"Harry," i softly plead staring at him, he stares at me for awhile as if thinking his options through in his head but eventually he sighs shaking his head as he kicks his shoes and socks off and pulls the t shirt over his head revealing his perfect body. Wow.

He comes and gets under lying next to me but quite a distant away. I sigh shuffling slightly closer just so I can feel his presence during my sleep so I know I'm safe.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly after awhile, I peer at him in the darkness silently egging him on to say more. He shakes his head.

"I could feel how terrified you were but. .I ignored it thinking you might've seen a spider or something. .fuck," he murmurs fiddling with a piece of my hair.

I yawn patting his face as I can't see anything.

"Don't blame yourself, you still saved me like always." I mumble patting his cheek in a strange goodnight and slowly drift off to sleep.