Hero

I awoke with a startle sitting up in bed and glancing around me to try to figure out why the hell I had just awoken in the middle of the night. I shivered as my body caught up to the temperature of the room and I realized how cold it actually was, it definitely wasn't this cold when we went to bed right? I mean, I know it's the end of October but there's heating in this apartment and it can't be this cold. It's not normal.

My breaths were puffing out and turning into small misty clouds which swirled upwards before drifting into abyss and my teeth were chattering. Fuck this wasn't normal, my toes and fingertips felt like they are going numb with the cold. I shivered wrapping my arms around myself as the cold nipped at my skin, it felt like it was snowing in the room. That's how cold it was.

Should I wake Harry? He doesn't seem affected by the temperature and I feel bad for disturbing him but. . This isn't normal.

"H-Harry," I whisper shaking him as much as my nearly numb limbs allow, I shake him a little rougher and his eyes peel open as he groans siting up slightly.

"What's wrong?" He asks huskily, his voice laden with obvious sleep but also concern.

"W-why is it s-so cold?" I say breathlessly as my teeth chatter and a shiver shakes my body.

HARRY

I lean over to switch on the lamp allowing some light into the otherwise dark room. I turn to face Amelia and my eyes widen as I see the blue-ish tinge on her plump lips and how our breaths are creating wispy tendrils that disappear seconds after leaving our mouths.

Why the fuck is it so cold? Luckily for me, my body can't really feel extreme temperatures due to the strength of my immune system from the supernatural blood running through my veins but that doesn't mean this is safe for Lia.

I only know one person who has control over temperatures like this because I know for a fact this temperature isn't normal for this time of the year. I roll my eyes as I toss the covers off me stalking over to my drawers to find something warm for Lia to wear before she gets sick.

I'll be having a few words with Niall tomorrow, that immature clown. It's okay for him to do this shit when it's just me but is he fucking stupid? What's he trying to do? Make Amelia sick? Fuck, he'll be lucky if he doesn't leave with a damaged jaw tomorrow.

I grab the first warm article of clothing I see which happens to be my thick army green sweatshirt with 'Obsession' printed on the front and hastily slip it over Lia's head and help her pull her arms through.

I get back under the covers and tug her as close as she can get so my body heat can warm her up some. He small body is still shivering from the cold temperature in the room when I rub my hands up her arms to help her get warmer.
"Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll keep you warm, okay?" I ask as cup her hands so I can blow some hot air into them because they feel like they've been dipped in ice.

She gives a small nod, her button nose nudging against the crook of my neck as she snuggles as close as she can to my warmth. I tuck the covers around her and make a sort of cocoon around her hoping its warm enough. I feel a little uncomfortable with the possibility of her getting sick, am I worried? I don't know. I've never felt concerned or worried about people before, but how can you not worry about her? She's so small and fragile and she goes around tripping over thin air.

She's in enough danger as it is without people from my own side starting to hurt her as well.

Niall is going to fucking get it for putting Amelia's health at risk, what on earth was he thinking? No one hurts Amelia without me hurting them.

*

I yawn sleepily as my eyes open and I  am greeted with bright green eyes gazing at me from above, I jump a little at the close proximity between us before I relax slightly.

"Good morning." I say with a shy smile as I remember how Harry held me close to his chest all night long and kept me warm after the weird temperature drop, it makes my stomach flutter weirdly thinking about being pressed up against his body. God I need to stop.

"Morning, you're not still cold are you?" He asks, his voice husky with sleep as his eyes gaze into mine for detection of any lie I might tell. His underlining concern makes my cheeks tinge with warmth and my heart does a little dance at the thought of someone being even slightly concerned about my welfare since I haven't had someone to worry for me in a long while. It's refreshing for someone to be concerned for me.

I shake my head with a sigh as I drop my head back down onto his toned chest as I try to blink away the bleary sleep that weighs down my eyes as I think about what a pleasant day it was yesterday, well apart from when we touched on the family subject and Harry kind of stormed off, but it was okay, he was fine after awhile-- a little quiet and tensed but generally okay.

I feel his chest rise up for a yawn and I sneakily sit up so I can time my evil plot exactly, and as soon as his yawn is right at its maximum I poke my finger into his open mouth and quickly pull it back again, he flinches his yawn being cut off half way through leaving a thoroughly frustrated expression on his face. I cackle evilly because I know that having a yawn cut off midway is one of the most unsatisfactory and frustrating feelings ever.

"What the fuck Amelia?" He snaps with annoyance as his expression holds discomfort. I grin up at him and bat my eyelashes innocently.

"I couldn't help myself, sorry." I say with a little giggle after my sentence. I used to do this to my sister when we were younger all the time, she would get so annoyed. I don't know what it is, but there's something satisfactory about destroying someone's yawn.

He only rolls his eyes and gently pushes me off him so he can go shower and I only sit on the bed smiling like a fool as I realise that the bubbly happiness I've been feeling is down to Harry. He makes me forget about the pain and the fear about people wanting me dead, he makes me forget what I went through at home. He just makes me feel like as long as I'm with him I'll be safe and sound, his over protectiveness, concern for my well being sometimes, and the way he puts up with my annoying antics because I know he secretly slightly enjoys the way we can banter back and forth makes me feel fluttery and warm inside, It makes me happy.

Even his broody and temperamental attitude to most things fun is growing on me ever so slightly.

Okay Amelia stop.

*

"Zayn and Perrie are having a party and we're both invited, if you're interested," Harry offers later on in the day right before he leaves to go to HQ to collect some files and such.

I mull over it for awhile, completely tempted to say no since my experience with going to party's with James was never a pleasant one. I have never liked his attitude or the way he treated me, but mixed with alcohol it was a lot worse, so there's a niggling fear of what may become of Harry when his mind and body become intoxicated if he chooses to drink tonight, but then again, I haven't been out and about in awhile, and I don't think Harry is a abusive drunk. I mean you of course never know, but he held me close last night due to the cold weather so I may be a fool for judging his drunk self on that but I think I'll be fine.

"I'd like that." I say with a smile. He finishes zipping his brown suede boots up before standing to his full height and giving me a nod.

"Okay, I'll be back at Eight, be ready by then." He says sternly and I give him a reassuring nod with a small smile as I turn to go to my window seat. I hear the door close shortly after I murmur a goodbye in his general direction and I settle down with a good Agatha Christie classic murder mystery. It feels like forever since I've sat here and read a book peacefully.

Although reading a murder mystery may not be smart due to my circumstances and will probably increase my subconscious fear, I don't particularly have it in me to care all that much. I have time to kill so why not.

I was immersed in my book, the cogs of my brain turning trying to figure out who the hell the mystery killer could be out of the 8 characters when there was a knock on the door making me jump and drop my book. I held a hand to my chest as I panted from the sudden shock, a laugh escaping my lips at how ridiculous I was being. 

I peeked through the peephole to see Perrie bouncing around outside the door excitedly, I rolled my eyes as I swung the door open.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked with raised eyebrows and a teasing smile. She only rolled her eyes and pushed her way into the flat making sure to lock the door behind her. 

"Hey, shouldn't you be preparing for your party?" I asked confused as to why she was currently stood in my living room when there was going to be a party at her and Zayn's place later that night.

"Zayn's got it all under control, don't worry." She said waving a hand in the air to brush off my concern. I nodded my head slowly still confused as to why she'd showed up here.

"What are you wearing tonight?"  She asked eagerly already making her way towards Harry's bedroom where all of my stuff had slowly accumulated from the guest room.
I shrugged my shoulders carelessly.

"Clothes."

"Okay, smartass. Try again." She scoffed as she pulled open the closet doors where half of the space was filled with my clothes and half with Harrys.

"Um, a dress I suppose, why?"

"Because we need you to look irresistible!" She explained as she turned to face me with a duh look on her face. I tilted my head to the side not really seeing her point since there wasn't much point in making me look 'irresistible'.

"Because. . .?" I encouraged an explanation slowly as she flicked through my relatively small collection of dresses, often making comments.

"Because we want Harry to fall to his knees!" I huffed a breath through my lips as I took a seat on the edge of Harrys and now my (?) bed. So this is what it's about. I glared at her blonde head of hair, because, one, I couldn't make anyone fall to their knees, two, I don't need help finding an outfit, and three, me and Harry don't have the type of relationship between us. It's strictly platonic.

Although. .

Stop.

"Perrie-" she cut off my groan of annoyance as she flung a black dress out of the closet and slammed the doors shut making me wince. Geez.

Then suddenly as if remembering something she quickly dug inside her tan bag which she had discarded only moments ago.

She pulled out a long furry thing and what looked strangely like some strap on cat ears as she eagerly waved them in my face with a large grin on her bright face.

"What the hell?" I asked cluelessly as I gingerly took the accessories into my hands figuring out that the long furry thing was actually a clip on tail. Why has she given me these? Has she finally lost it?

"It's a Halloween party you idiot! You're all required to dress up, and we're turning you into a kitten!" She said brightly.

"Harry didn't mention anything about dressing up. . Or it being a Halloween party?" I asked confused, because although it is October 31st he acted as if this party was completely normal.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Figures he'd try to get out of dressing up," she then dug her hand back into her bag, her face scrunching up with concentration as she dug through it, the crackling of wrappers and clanking of makeup bottles being heard as she rummaged, "Aha!"

She exclaimed bringing out a pair of handcuffs closely followed by a police cap.

"Harry's costume. And it's your job to make him wear it." She said pointing a manicured finger at my face with a scary expression as I nodded wearily.

"What are you and Zayn dressing as?" I asked to make sure she wasn't just trying to make me and Harry look like idiots by turning up being the only ones dressed up, believe me, I've had plenty of experience with that one except it was me by myself being tricked.

She sighed happily as she collapsed dramatically on the bed beside me.
"He's being Dracula, and I'm his countess," she said, a large smile painting itself across her face as her blue eyes brightened with joy. I smiled softly, feeling the teeniest bit jealous of her happy relationship wishing I had someone who would love me for me and take care of me and all of my quirks. Sigh.

"Cute. I'm sure you'll be able to pull off the whole 'I've got no blood in me' look. You're quite pale," I joked nudging her with my shoulder. She laughed as well.

"I know, it was my idea. Took a a bit of convincing for Zayn to agree but we're going to look like everyone's secret relationship goals," she half joked, although they pretty much were relationship goals.

God, I have no life.

"Anyway," she clapped her hands and stood up quickly, digging out a face paint pallet, and a pink bow. "Before you come, paint your nose black, and wear this bow in your hair. Understood?"'

"Yes, Sir." I said playfully and mock saluted her. She slapped my arm as she went back towards the closet now looking for god knows what.

"I am very much female in case you haven't noticed. I own a pretty good pair of boobs okay, don't dismiss their hard work like that." She said her voice slightly muffled because she had her head stuffed inside out closet digging through my shoe collection, which wasn't very broad. I could tell she wasn't majorly impressed by the huffs and insults she was muttering to herself which was pretty amusing.
I snorted.
"This is me popping your ballooned ego." I said making a popping sound with my mouth as I poked the air surrounding her pretending to burst her ego. She swatted my hands away distractedly.

"Whatever, you can't pop these babies."

"Okay stop, that's pretty gross." I giggled trying to erase the sudden imagery in my head.

*

I was dressed now just standing in front of the mirror tugging my dress down self consciously trying to decide weather or not it was too short or not, although I was wearing these cute thigh high socks I found after Perrie had gone, I still felt a little uncomfortable but I resembled a scared kitten as I stated wide eyed into the floor length mirror.
I had done my hair in a half-up-half-down hair style, my bow holding half the hair up and then curled the ends so they were spilling messily across my shoulders. My hair was getting pretty long now.

I turned to the side wiggling my butt in the mirror as the tail waggled around making me giggle as I amused myself for awhile until I heard the apartment door click open and the now familiar noise of Harry dropping his keys in the wicker basket. A nervous knot grew in my stomach for some reason at the thought of Harry seeing my all dressed up like this since he's been seeing me in my casual and lazy state for the whole time I've known him, so it's a big change. I tentatively peeked my head out of the door slightly regretting my dark lipstick not sure if I was pulling it off, and what if it was on my teeth? Oh my god, help.

"Lia? Where are you?" I heard his voice ask and I sighed heavily tugging my dress one final time before I timidly stepped out to see Harry standing in the living room with his back towards me as he ate a Banana.

"Here," I almost whispered not fully comprehending why I was so nervous, I mean it's only Harry. .right?

He turned around, his mouth opening to say something but he fell short as his eyes grazed my body from head to toe, his jaw going slack as he blanked out for a minute.
He blinked quickly shaking his head.

"Uh, you look. . Really good," he finished off with a small smile, a glint of pride in his eyes which I hadn't seen before. My cheeks tinted red as I nervously rubbed my heeled feet together.

"Thank you," I mumbled shyly as I tucked some hair behind my ear as I cast to gaze to the ground in a moment of bashfulness as Harry has never really complimented me before. I heard his footsteps before I saw his boots line up with mine, and his hand softly gripped my jaw while he tilted my head upwards. I met my gaze with his soft one, my breath being knocked out of me as I was in awe with his pretty green eyes which were currently scanning my face in detail. He brought his thumb up while my heart skipped a few beats leaving my legs feeling shaky with nerves and wiped at the corner of my mouth tenderly.

He withdraw his hand revealing his thumb which had a smudge of my dark lipstick on it. I gave him a small smile.

"Thank you," I breathed. He wiped his thumb on his tight jeans before stepping back to gaze at me again.

"I see you figured out it's a Halloween party," he said grimly, his attitude showing his lack of enthusiasm for the particular holiday. I nodded my head cheerfully.

"Mhm. Perrie came over when you were gone." I explained and I watched amused as he rolled his eyes with irritation.

"Figures." A slow smirk creeped up on my face as I quickly walked over to the counter to grab the handcuffs and police cap in my hands to attempt to convince Harry to dress up.

"This is your costume," I say holding up the two things towards him in offering. He snorted shaking his head in amusement.

"No way," he said walking around me towards his bedroom to presumably change shirts for the party.

"Pretty please with a cherry on top," I ask sweetly as I follow him and rush in front of him to smile up at him with puppy dog eyes. He rolls his eyes looking away.

"Nope." He goes to move away but I step in front of him again and press the items against his chest.

"Pretty pretty please with salted caramel drizzled all over it,"  I offer, remembering back to when Harry once told me in a conversation that he didn't have much of a sweet tooth (which, by the way, I was appalled with) but he liked salted caramel.

His eyes narrowed at my expression and he sighed heavily rolling his eyes skywards.

"Fine, if it's the only way to shut you up." He groaned reluctantly and took the items from my hands with clear distaste on his handsome features. I smiled largely up at him.

"Meow!"

He gave me a weird look as he stared at my face clearly wanting an explanation for my random cat noise.

"I said thanks in cat language, obviously."

"Oh, right. Obviously, silly me." He said sarcastically before he pushed me aside gently and entered the bedroom with the dress up items in his large hands.

I grinned, because if I wasn't mistaken, I saw a happy shine in his eyes as he teased me, I bit my lip to stop my grin from spreading as my chest warmed for a reason I wasn't completely aware of.

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A/N:
Hiiii my fellow aliens! I hope that don't take tooooo long! It's quite long (I think) it's as long as my personal statement for my Uni application so lol!

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