Hero

Frozen. I felt like I was completely glued to my seat, the amount of fear that had consumed me was preventing me from turning around to see who the owner of those footsteps was, hey, maybe it was Harry?

As if a switch flicked on, my brain switched on and suddenly I noticed that they weren't just footsteps, they were the sounds of Heels clicking against the floorboards. My blood was ice cold and my heart was bruising my ribs as it pounded them, my hands were shaking as whoever it is stopped in the entryway. Looking up and into the middle of the table there was a vase of flowers so I counted up to 3 before launching forward and as soon as I grabbed the vase I whirled around with it raised above my head. I wasn't going down without a fight especially since I had a good idea of who it was.

My mouth was left parted and my shoulders sunk in relief once I saw it was Perrie not who I thought it was going to be.

She laughed as she came inside while I shakily placed the flowers back where they belong.

She pulled out a chair and I winced when the chair legs made a screeching sound against the floorboards, I hated that noise. She apologised before settling down in front of me.

"Not to be rude, but what are you doing here?. . And how did you get in!" I exclaimed suddenly as I realised she had somehow gotten inside without me hearing the door open or close. She smiled, rolling her eyes.

"Harry sent me, and I have my ways." She said smugly as she leaned back in her seat. She looked exceptionally pretty tonight, her hair was falling around her in messy curls and her makeup was simplistic but attractive. I felt (and probably looked) like a potato, I could totally see why Zayn was into her, apart from the soulmate crap.

"Harry sent you? I don't need babysitting, I can handle myself." I huffed indignantly at the thought of Harry sending someone to come and watch me like I was a 5 year old child, I appreciate his concern but let's not forget, it was his idea to up and leave like that.

"Clearly," she teased nodding to the vase of flowers with a playful smile lighting up her pale skin. "And I was going to come see you soon anyway, thought you could use a friend who's not a temperamental male." She said with a smirk, I let out a bark of laughter at her accurate description of Harry, but was also incredibly grateful because I felt like I was going insane without someone to talk properly with.

"Well, you're spot on." I commented and she looked about 10 times more smug than before.

"Hey, do you want a drink? Tea maybe?" I questioned her suddenly realising I was probably coming across as rude and plus I felt like a nice hot cup of tea would make things better. Tea and coffee have that kind of effect I guess. She smiled brightly and gave me a jovial nod, I smiled and hopped up to start the kettle and get the mugs ready with some tea bags.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are your, you know, abilities. .?" I asked wearily as I poured the now boiled water into the mugs and began to stir in some milk and honey instead of sugar. I set the cups of the steaming tea down on the kitchen table and sat down, immediately wrapping my hands around my cup of tea and I sighed happily as warmth spread through me.

She nodded blowing on the hot tea before she cautiously took a sip.

"Of course not! But it'll be easier to show you than tell you," she said as she glanced up and our eyes met, suddenly a feeling of complete serenity settled over me which wasn't there before, but before I could bask in it I was filled with sudden anxiety as my foot twitched and all I wanted to do was smash something and release the pent up frustration, but before I got to terms with that I was back to normal and I stared at Perrie with my mouth agape.

"Emotions, you can control people's emotions!" I exclaimed victoriously, her face lit up and she grinned brightly nodding her head telling me I was correct.

"Yup! Came in handy with the teachers when I was younger," she said with a devious grin, I giggled.

"I bet,"

+

"Hold still you little shit." Perrie growled as she worked on painting my last nail a baby pink, I rolled my eyes getting impatient awfully quickly.

"There! Perfect!" She exclaimed happily as she examined her masterpiece and closed my pink varnish and set in on the coffee table.

"Thanks," I said grinning as I examined them in the light. We had been bantering back and forth since she got here which was around about 2 hours ago and I was having the best time, I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a female friend after spending so much time around Harry and away from other people. We both agreed we needed to do this kind of thing more often.

"So what's it like living with the almighty Titantuin," she teased as she crossed her legs on the comfy couch we had gravitated towards over the course of our time together.

I shrugged my shoulders with a sort of 'eh' expression on my face.
"It's okay, as you said he's a little temperamental," I said with a laugh, she nodded her head.

"I guess that comes with all the pressure he's under," she commented sympathetically. I frowned at her words , I hadn't thought of it like that, i think I understand why my obvious lying must have ticked him off so much to make him leave. He's under a lot of pressure with the city but another burden now resting on his shoulders is me, and I'm only making his job harder for him by not telling him important information which could save me from trouble. Oops?

I think I had some apologising to do.

As I was about to reply the sound of the apartment door opening and closing resonated throughout the apartment indicating Harry was back, moments later he appeared looking no different than when he left.

"Hiya Harry," Perrie greeted cheerfully from next to me, whereas I nervously cast my gaze downward and bit down on my bottom lip gently.

"Hey, uh, thanks for coming, and Zayns waiting outside." He said after a few seconds of silence, his voice deep and husky sending shivers down my spine. Perrie brushed off his thank you before leaning over for a hug and a promise to meet up some time, she then promptly left after bidding us a goodnight.

The door shut behind her leaving just me and Harry with the thick silence surrounding us, it was heavily awkward to say the least and the tension was palpable as he dropped his keys onto the coffee table and stalked into our-- his bedroom.
I waited a few minutes for his return but when it didn't look like he was going to return outside I quietly padded into the room with nervous knots formed in my stomach. I didn't particularly know why I was so worked up about this, I just knew I didn't like the thought of Harry, the only person I'm in regular contact with to hate me and think of me as some filthy liar. I really would go insane then.

I stepped through the doorway timidly like a lost puppy just in time to see Harry step out of his en suite bathroom just clad in a pair of tight boxers, his body covered in water droplets and his hair hung limply around his face dripping with water. It was truly a sinful sight. His toned torso looked ten times better with the water glistening off it and everything I had planned to say momentarily vanishes from my mind as I stood there dumbly.

He ignored my presence and pulled on some grey sweatpants and then continued to dry his hair, he tossed the towel into the laundry basket and began unraveling the bed to obviously sleep.

"Uh, Harry," I called for his attention, but the only recognition I got from him even hearing me was the tensing of his shoulders as he went to plug his phone on charge. I immediately followed behind him so when he abruptly turned around he nearly bowled into me, I stumbled but managed to catch myself as he finally stopped bustling around and looked down on me. We were chest to chest and I could feel my cheeks getting hot but I forced myself to ignore it and just get the damn apology over with so Harry would quit being so cold to me.

"I'm sorry Harry, please don't be mad at me," I pleaded sweetly as I peered up at him through my lashes awaiting his reaction.

HARRY

I stared into her large doe eyes as they peered at me through her long lashes, she had her bottom lip captured by her top teeth and she was twisting her fingers nervously  as she awaited my response. I could see the innocence radiating out of her small self and I strangely found it hard to keep my anger up, I could feel it diminishing the longer I stared into her deep pools and I felt anger at myself for letting Amelia have even the slightest control over my emotions.

I despised liars.
But for some reason I couldn't  get myself to despise her, she was too genuine and innocent to lie to me in a devious way and I kept having to remind myself that she wasn't out to get me like many others around here.

After so long of only trusting a select number of people it was hard to trust Amelia just like that off the bat, I had grown to tolerate her, maybe even enjoy being in her presence but trusting her was the hard part, but I think I was beginning to because the moment she pouted her soft lips at me I had forgiven her. Just like that.

And I wasn't a forgiving person, so this came as a surprise to me when I no longer felt anything towards her other than what I felt on a daily basis.

"It's alright, I'm not mad anymore. But that doesn't mean you aren't going to tell me the truth." I sternly warned her. If she thought she was getting away with whatever she was hiding she was severely wrong, wether it turns out to be something small and insignificant I simply don't care, I won't risk our safety like that.

I had her best interests in my blackened heart weather she knew it or not.

AMELIA

I nodded resolutely agreeing to what he had asked, telling him that James was my aggressive and probably very angry Ex right now was better than him being angry at me. I don't particularly understand the hatred towards the thought of him being angry at me but it created anxious knots in my stomach and I preferred for us to be on good terms, it helped make this predicament a lot more bearable when you've got someone to be there with you through it.

He switched the lights off after I had showered and brushed my teeth only leaving the bedside lamp on to cast a warm glow over us which was just enough for us to see each other while we talked under the covers.

"Explain," he commented nonchalantly as he lay back with his arms crossed behind his head comfortably, the way it made his muscles look in this minimum light made my mouth water and my whole body heat up. It was literally unfair how he looked so hot doing everyday normal things.

"Well," I muttered as I wrapped the duvet around me while I sat indian style next to Harry. "James is my angry Ex-boyfriend, who I may or may not have broken up with an hour before flying halfway across. . the world. .  ?" I said trailing off in the end making it sound more like a question than an actual statement. I didn't regret breaking up with him the way I did, at all, he deserved it and a hell of a lot more. It was his fault my family no longer wish to speak to me, it's all his fault I had to cut ties with the people I love and shift to a completely new place completely alone. He deserved hell, fuck, I hope that's where he goes!

I was naive. Stupid. And he was older, way more experienced and incredibly manipulative, like a Venus fly trap. Once I got caught, he didn't let me escape Scott free. The markings on my body tell the story of our relationship in great detail.

"Okay, so what's with the text?" He said turning his head to face me, I gulped at the sudden attention and my cheeks involuntarily sprinkled with pink, however thanks to the minimum light it wasn't visible.

"Well, I guess he's been searching for me, and it seems like he's found me," I told him biting my lip softly, I had told him the truth, only missing out a few things such as how abusive he was and when he found me I didn't think he wanted to ask for another chance, I'm pretty sure he wanted revenge for the humiliation I so eloquently put him through. He's lucky I didn't do worse.

"See now, was that so hard?" He said with a small smirk lighting up his face, his extremely rare playful nature coming into play for a few seconds. I only ever caught glimpses of it but I felt privileged of even receiving that. I had a feeling everyone else didn't get that opportunity.

"Shut it," I said swatting his arm with my own smile as I snuggled down under the covers facing Harry. He stared up into the ceiling as if in deep contemplation about something for a few minutes, he had this glazed look in his eyes and he looked like he was undergoing a internal war.

By the time I heard his husky voice again I was already nearly on the bus to dreamland.

"There's a carnival in town tomorrow. . We can go if you're interested," he said tugging on his bottom lip with his finger. My bus to dreamland was long forgotten as I quickly sat erect in the bed with undying excitement as i gripped his forearm.

A carnival! I hadn't been to one of those since I was a kid! I could almost smell the cotton candy and hear the chimes of the fairground games ringing in my ears an I momentarily wondered how I was going to get to sleep with all of this excitement coursing through me.

"A carnival? Interested? Of course I'm bloody interested!" I accidentally yelled near his ear and he winced swatting my hands away as I bounced on the bed like a kid on Christmas.

"I'll take that as a yes then," Harry grunted switching the lamp off and lying down properly, he swiftly turned his back to me and decided it was a grand time to go to sleep.

"Um. Excuse yourself but how do you expect me to sleep with all of this excitement?" I demanded sassily as I jabbed a finger into his back. I heard him groan tiredly as he lazily swatted my hands away with irritation.

"Note to self, never tell Amelia anything remotely exciting at night otherwise she won't let you sleep," he muttered to himself as I continued to harass him with my jabs and whispers.

After awhile I finally felt sleepy again so I bid Harry a goodnight to which he began sarcastically praising God and Jesus that I was finally letting him go to sleep. I turned over already snuggled into my covers when a thought washed over me, and I'm going to blame this on the excitement, I turned over to press a soft kiss to Harrys shoulder blade.

"Thank you Harry," I murmured meaning it with my whole heart, it was a thank you for putting up with me for this long, it was for the carnival, it was for every time  he had rescued me. It was for everything and I knew he understood because one of his legs slowly entangled themselves with one of mine.

I blushed and stuffed my face into the pillow.

Too much excitement for one night.

A/N: hiiiii! Hamelia is growing im proud of my baby's!

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