Hero

You know that feeling when you do something insanely stupid in front of some of the coolest people in the school? Or when your crush finds out you've got a crush on him? Imagine that, then times it by 7 because that's exactly the current feelings washing over me at 7:30 in the morning.

Why? Because Mother Nature decided to stop by and give me a lovely gift this morning, everything was fine, I had cramps, I was dizzy and it explained my emotional behaviour the night before, but apart from that it was fine.

I scurried into the bathroom, and cleaned myself up, got a pad and then scurried back to a sleeping Harry. That was when the real issue which now has me sitting on top of the bed cross legged awkwardly arose like a bad omen. I came back to find a huge stain on the crisp white sheets, bright red and screaming volumes.

Back to the embarrassment. I was biting my lip and rocking back and forth while my heart raced unevenly, what on earth was I supposed to do? There's no way I can rid the bed of the sheets, wash them and get them dried without Harry noticing. It wasn't possible. I was officially screwed.

Harry was going to wake up, see the stain, freak out, and then look at me as if I'm the worlds most disgusting creature on the planet. I mean I stained his bed with my period blood!

Gross!

Oh god, he's waking up, his eyes are fluttering and he's beginning to stir in the comforter.

If only shouting 'I'm a celebrity, get me outta here' would get me out of this God awful situation like the countless celebs who get themselves taken out of the jungle. Unfortunately, I'm not a celebrity, and we're not in the jungle in Aussie.

"Morning." Harry rasped out, his husky voice rumbling lowly from his hard chest. I squeezed my eyes closed whispering out a pathetic 'morning' in reply. He yawned loudly as he sat up slowly leaning back against his arms and rolling his head back to tiredly gaze at the ceiling.

I continued to watch him apprehensively with my knees pulled tightly to my chest and my arms wrapped around them to offer myself some form of comfort from the severe humiliation of this moment.

His head slowly rolled over to gaze at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" He asked clearly already knowing something was off. "Why are you so embarrassed?" He asked suspiciously, I nearly gasped out of shock of him guessing what was wrong until I remembered we were emotionally connected and he could feel my embarrassment.

"I-I-uh, you see Harry, I-Idid a thing," I mumbled pathetically while I fiddled with my nicely filed nails thanks to Perrie. My cheeks felt hot and I wished the ground would just spontaneously open up and invite me inside.

"A thing?"

"I-may or may not. . Er have, stainedyourbed w-with my grossperiodblood," I squeaked staring up at him through my lashes as I let my teeth sink into my bottom lip. I felt so humiliated I literally felt like crying.

HARRY

She stated up at me clearly humiliated from what her body had accidentally done, I smirked at her words not entirely bothered with a bit of blood no matter where it came from, I had seen so much blood in my 21 years of living here that I didn't think I'd be bothered with some on my sheets. She suddenly buried her face into her knees clearly not being able to hold eye contact with me for long.

I let a little chuckle slip past my lips before I took her wrist captive to make her look up again.

"It's alright Amelia, it's not that bad. By the way you were acting I thought you'd killed somebody," I snorted at her small tendency to blow some things way out of proportion.

"Stop," she moaned with red cheeks as she swatted aimlessly at my chest.

She was so embarrassed about it, I could feel it and I swear it was going to make my cheeks go red from how intense it was. I wasn't bothered however, like most guys would probably be because back in England I lived with my Mum and sister so, I knew the in's and out's.

She blinked up at me for awhile before she scooted over to sit huddled next me as we both aimlessly watched the pretty large stain.

"Right, you go get started on breakfast and I'll clean this up," I said already moving to get off the bed but a small dainty hand wrapped around my wrist made me settle back down again with a questioning look.

"No!" She squeaked with crimson cheeks. "I'll do that, you go make breakfast," she mumbled staring accusingly at the red patch.

"Amelia, stop, it's not that embarrassing, I'm telling you to go and make breakfast." I said moderately sternly knowing how feisty and stubborn she could be, but I also was aware of how easily she got spooked so I was pretty careful of how I would speak to her- even if she did make me want to strangle myself sometimes.

Although if she ever did something, or went against one of my rules, I wouldn't go easy on her then, you can't commit a crime, without being punished.

She nodded her head quietly before scurrying away with her head bowed down almost walking into the beam of the door. I smirked at her clumsy nature before getting up to remove the soiled sheets.

+

AMELIA

"Amelia wake up!" I what I heard as my eyes snapped open to be blinded by the sunshine outside as I had fallen asleep against my window seat. Yes, my window seat.

"What?" I groaned as I turned to glare at the perpetrator who was of course the annoying, but good looking, Titanium. At the moment his attractive face seemed to be radiating with irritation, for what? I had no idea, hopefully not me though. His rage was scary as hell as I had witnessed the other day when I smashed a family photo. He had yelled so loud that I was actually frightened he would get violent with me, he said something about punishment if I did something along those lines again even though it was a complete accident. Now, that thought had scared me.

Punishment? Like what?
But I had pushed that thought to the back of my mind because of course he wasn't actually serious, what sort of punishment would he give me? Ha.

"We have to go to HQ, get up." He snapped a he rose to his knees from his crouched position nodding his head in the direction of the door. I stared after him confused as I clumsily arose to my feet to follow after him as he began pulling on his leather boots.

"What? Why? Is something wro--?" I was cut off as Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward towards the front door. I quickly stuffed my feet into the first pair of shoes I saw which happened to be my Lacey white TOMS as I stumbled to keep up with his fast pace as he ripped the front door open hastily.

"There's no time for your stupid questions," he said annoyed as he quickly pulled open the door of his Rover but as soon as I was about to climb inside he slammed it shut making me jump backwards In surprise.

Clearly having changed his mind he lifted me by my hips onto the hood of the car quickly making me squeal and grab onto his shoulders with a jerk.

"Harry what the-!"

"Quiet down," he hissed as he hastily gripped my thighs and forced them around his waist before forcing my arms around his neck.

"We're flying, but it won't be smooth as the last few times so hold on," he warned me with raised brows. I gulped burrowing my face into his shoulder as I gripped the back of his T shirt in my small fists tightly. I knew there was probably something wrong so I brushed off his snappy attitude pinning it down to his stress, although that didn't make me feel better about going to HQ when there was something clearly wrong because Harry wouldn't willingly take me there normally.

Before I had the chance to send my mind into overdrive with worry we suddenly took off and I knew instantly what Harry meant when he said it wasn't going to be smooth because it was absolute hell. Every second I felt like I was going to be thrown off by the oncoming wind as we flew, and to top it off, Harry kept taking sharp turns and quick dives which made me scream each time. It was terrifying.

When we landed I was close to tears as I shakily got down onto my own legs.

"Sorry, Baby." Harry muttered distractedly as he intertwined our hands tightly before leading me towards the door of the large mansion.

Baby!

Oh god, I should be freaked but it sounded so good, husky and rough. I nearly choked if it wasn't for the fact that as soon as we entered the hall we heads shatters and screams echoing around us. I looked around horrified, it was a complete warzone!

There were people lying all over the floor and I could see the heroes fighting against some guys wearing the most hideous masks that I actually jerked back into Harrys arms as panic flared inside me, I felt sick.

"Oh, God. Harry," I choked out as we looked around at the scene around us, Harry looked irritated but there wasn't any panic which lead me to believe that this wasn't a first time occurrence.

{A/N: picture above of masks.}

"Shh," he hushed me as I nestled my face into his bicep gripping onto his Tshirt. There was no way in hell I was leaving his side tonight.

All the guys with the masks (were they even masks? They looked like their faces) were holding these daggers which had a faint blu-ish glow to them, I then noticed all the Heroes were also carrying them. They seemed special, something more than just an ordinary dagger.

As we walked through the chaos I stepped over one of the dead masked dudes, or so I thought, he wasn't dead just injured because he grabbed my ankle letting out these horrific gurgling noises. I screamed Harrys name so loud that he immediately whirled around and brought his foot down onto his arm, I heard crunching and my eyes widened at Harrys sheer strength as he crushed his bones effortlessly. I scrambled into Harry as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Please, please let's go home!" I begged desperately, I couldn't handle it. The masked guys were imprinted into my mind and my skin was crawling as the sickening fear took over me.

"Baby, shh. I can't, they need me." He said cupping my cheeks strongly to stare into my eyes.

"They're just masks, there's ordinary people behind them." He reassured me as he left my cheeks but wrapped a heavy arm around my shoulders as we carried on walking through it all.

"Zayn!" harry yelled at Zayn who was in the process of jamming his dagger into the masked mans heart. He brushed himself off a he stood up Casually.

"What's up bro?" He asked jogging over to me and Harry. My mouth fell open at his casualness and I couldn't control the words when they left my lips.

"How are you so calm!" I spat glaring at him. He laughed shaking his head.

"Babe, this is nothing. It's pretty ordinary," he said as he casually threw out his arm and took out a guy (masked, of course) who was coming at him from the rear. My eyebrows were raised as I momentarily forgot the fear by sheer awe.

"I want you to take her somewhere safe," Harry interjected giving my shoulders a little nudge in Zayns direction.

"No!" I immediately declined Harrys words as I stubbornly pushed myself backwards against him. "Please," I added more softly. Sadly, he only shook his head as he gruffly responded.

"You'll be safer there. I'll come back and get you once I'm done alright. Now be a good girl and go with Zayn," He said sternly as he raised a hand to cup my cheek with a bit too much force for it to be considered affectionate. I only nodded resolutely before I reluctantly followed Zayn after telling Harry to be careful.

I had a tight hold of Zayns arms as I fearfully made my way behind him, constantly glancing backwards and around me to make sure no one was looking at me.
We went around corridors and up stairs and around more corridors but I was past paying attention to were we were headed as I was busy watching Heroes effortlessly kill the psychos with their weird daggers, it was pretty clear who was winning but I was a little worried about Harry, I mean my life would be easier without him in it but a lot more lonely, and I think I'm sort of glad to have met him, maybe not in the circumstances I did but in general.
I shivered as I passed a masked asshole covered in blood laying unconscious in the middle of another staircase.

Yuck.

I was lead into a bedroom which I immediately recognised as Harry's bedroom, and memories of Our kiss flooded my mind. I shuddered shaking away the images realising this really was not the time and place.

Zayn silently opened a wardrobe before finally turning to address me after the whole walk of silence.

"Stay in there, and don't come out unless one of us comes to get you okay?" He said seriously as I crawled into the medium sized space and pressed my back against the wooden wall of the wardrobe. He pulled something out of his pocket and held it out to me. It was one of those daggers and he was offering it to me. I immediately recoiled wanting nothing to do with it but Zayn only shook his head and forced me to grip it in my hand.

"Any guys with masks somehow open this wardrobe, don't hold back." He said before he leaned forward and pressed a comforting kiss to my cheek.

"You'll be fine babe," he said before he gently closed he door engulfing me in darkness apart from the soft glow of the dagger as I placed it behind me.

That is when the fear really returned.

I bit back bile as I thought about the horrid masks, and what would happen if one of them got ahold of me somehow. Tears stung my eyes and finally fell down my face and all I wanted was to go home and get into a warm bed with Harry to protect me, not sit alone in the dark with Harry practically miles away fighting alongside his fellow heroes.

I sniffled hugging myself as I buried my  head into my knees.

Please hurry Harry.