Hero

I didn't know what time it was, how long I'd been here in the dark with agonising fear rushing through my veins and my heart pounding against my ribcage. It was dark and stuffy in the wardrobe and not only fear, but worry also engulfed me, worry for Harry. I had actually surprised myself with how worried I had actually been about Harrys well being, a uncomfortable knot had rested itself in my chest when my thoughts had flashed to Harry fighting with daggers and what would happen if he got struck with one.

The thought of him hurt is foreign because he's the tough, protector, foreign and unpleasant.

I rest my head against my knees, mentally counting sheep to try and divert my thoughts from the horrid masked individuals downstairs and Harry getting hurt. It works for awhile until I get to 478 and give up, deciding there's no more sheep left.

The dead silence that surrounds me since I'm so far away from the fighting is broken and my ears perk up at a noise just outside the bedroom door it seems. Relief fills me when I think if it being Harry but that soon turns to blood curdling fear when I picture a masked man trying to sneak in so he can kill me. I huddle back against the wardrobe wall as tears fill my eyes and drip down my cheeks when the sound of the door opening fills the room.

My heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe and I hold my breath in anticipation awaiting something that will let me know-

"Amelia, sweetheart." I hear Harrys husky voice ring throughout the room and relief fills me so strongly that I almost collapse as I rush to move the clothes aside and scramble out of the wardrobe ungracefully.

"Harry!" I cry accidentally as I rush to wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace as my tears soak into his shirt. It surprises me when he hugs back just as tight and rests his chin on my shoulder. My cheek stays pressed against his chest refusing to part.

"Shh, you're safe now." He murmurs quietly.

HARRY

"Amelia, sweetheart." I call out as I enter my bedroom, I turn around making sure to close the door and when I turn around all I hear is light pitter patters of feet and a flash of thick brown hair before a small body is colliding against my own and fragile arms wrapping around my torso. I'm taken aback slightly as I watch Amelia latch onto me and I slowly encase her with my own arms tightly, rubbing her back to ease her small cries. I murmur words of reassurance as I rest my chin against her shoulder, the weight of the situation pressing onto my own shoulders and I don't want to admit it but just her hug brings about some comfort to the feeling. Loosing some valuable Heroes is never easy, not emotionally as much but the less Heroes we have the less this city is protected. Emotional attachment is something I'm foreign too, I mostly choose to avoid it to protect myself from any pain that may be inflicted upon me. After all the death I've seen in my life, I have come to a decision that everyone leaves, so if you don't connect to them emotionally then you won't feel pain when they do. It's a simple, fool-proof philosophy.

She moves back, the back of her small hand wiping hastily at her damp cheeks as she gazes up at me, she is just about to flash me a small smile when her expression drops and a soft gasp escapes her lips as her eyes catch sight of my bloody head.

It's a lot worse than it looks, it's just a gash that has let out thick streams of blood which drip down the side of my face. I'm numb to the pain.

"Oh my god! You're hurt! What happened?!" She questions frantically as her hand raises to tilt my jaw around so she can examine it closer, she even gets onto the tips of her toes so she can see it better. I roll my eyes at her dramatic self and swat her away.

"It's nothing, m'fine." I say pushing her wiggling fingers away from my face. I'm however taken by surprise when her face hardens and she glares at me heatedly which is a complete difference to her usual timid attitude.

"Absolutely not. Stop being a pain in the ass." She says firmly as she takes my wrist hostage and tugs me to my bed, I can pull away at any moment but I choose to just let her have her way knowing she won't shut up if I don't. She has a certain way to make me want to strangle myself sometimes.

She pushes me down by my chest so I'm sat at the edge, she then promptly scurries off into the en suite. She returns shortly with some wet tissue paper and some dry tissue paper as well. She comes and awkwardly squeezes herself between my legs and I roll my green eyes when she gets back to being her usual timid self as her cheeks turn pink and her hand trembles as she reaches for my face.

I grip her hips and give a small tug that has her perched on my knee.
"Harry. ." She murmurs in protest softly as she grips my shirt between her small fists.

AMELIA

I risk a glance up at his pretty green eyes once I'm over the fact that I'm sat on his knee and get back to my original business; cleaning his very bloody wound. I dab away the blood with the wet tissues completely entranced in my job in order to not hurt him anymore than he already is. He lets out a few hisses but I apologise and once all of the blood is cleaned away I hold a wad of dry tissues against the wound to try and stop the blood flow.

"Who were those people?" I ask as I look up at him as he fiddles with the hem of my loose crop top.

"Just some assholes." He mutters quietly. I decide not to grill him any further and just settle with that statement. Once I'm certain the blood won't flow any more I remove the wad of tissues and toss them in the bin.

"Come on," Harry says to me as he stands by the bedroom door when I return from throwing the tissues in the bin which was located in the bathroom. He holds out his hand which is a gesture for me to take it, so I take his hand and he leads me downstairs.

The things have been packed away and it's not messy anymore, there are no signs of a struggle apart from a few blood stains on the walls. I cringe as we pass a few.

We enter into a medium sized living room where a group of about 17 are seated in a large circle with a huge coffee table between them which supported numerous opened beer bottles and cups of what I assumed were tea.

Harry lead me over into them and I realised awkwardly there was actually only one recliner.

Great. And the awkwardness begins.

Harry promptly sat down and I saw him looking around for a seat and when he couldn't find one his large hands came and encased my hips pulling me down onto his lap. I yelped in surprise and embarrassment as I noticed a few girls and guys giving me looks.

"Harry! What are you doing!" I whispered harshly twisting around on his lap so I could face him angrily. He rolled his eyes blowing out a breath through his lips.

"What? Would you rather stand by the side like a loser?" He questioned with a raised brow and when he was met with silence on my part he smirked smugly.

"That's what I thought, sweetheart." He said and I rolled my eyes in his face before turning back around to face the front of the group. The term sweetheart   annoying me to no end.

I sat there zoning out mostly as everyone was busy conversing with each other and I didn't really know anyone, tonight's events on replay in my mind. I couldn't get my head around how easily everyone had brushed it off, as if the attack was ordinary and the masks weren't creepy, maybe it was because this was my first experience in this kind of thing but it was terrifying. I could slowly feel the nausea creeping up on me the longer I thought about it. It was exceptionally worrying if those are the kind of people practically hunting me like a lion would hunt a wounded gazelle, hell, I felt like a wounded gazelle most of the time as I tried to wobble around the edge of danger every week. It was getting tiring real fast.

I left everything I ever knew to get away from danger, I lost all contact with my family and my friends and flew to NYC to do what? Get thrown in even bigger danger? And turns out I left everything behind apart from the one thing I actually wanted to leave behind, turns out he followed me here like a bad smell.

"Heyy! Lia, do ya want one?" I was suddenly snapped out of my not so nice thoughts with Perries bubbly voice as she dangled a bottle of beer by the tips of her fingers with a eager smile from across the room. I gulped down the nausea I was feeling and gave her a weak 'no thanks'.

I jumped in my spot when I felt large hands clasp my shoulders and pull me slightly. I twisted around to face Harry to see what he wanted.

"Lia, could you just move back-" he said guiding me so I was on my side with my head rested on his shoulder and my legs curled up beside me "-I can't see jake." He said nodding over to a blonde guys a few seats away. My cheeks heated up as I settled down practically on top of him. I was too tired to complain about it and if I'm honest, being closer to Harry made me feel safer and after tonight, I think that's very much needed.

HARRY

"Mate, she's asleep." Zayn says nodding his head to the petite girl sleeping soundly against my chest. I nod my head in agreement brushing some hair away that was tickling her nose.

"It's good, I doubt she'll get much sleep back at my apartment after tonight's events." I comment with a sigh. He nods his head in agreement before twisting around to grab something and then faces me with a thick blanket.

"She'll get cold." He says referring to Lia, I realise shortly after that he's right when I feel how stone cold her arms are and hurriedly wrap the blanket around her small body. She whines quietly at the disturbance before she's asleep again, her soft snores barely being able to be heard.

He sighs shaking his head.

"Protecting her is going to be one hell of a job."

Note:

Is it too short? If it
is then I am sorryyyy but I am so busy at the moment sorting my life out lol,

AND INFINITY O M G

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