Hero

After the incident me and harry had become somewhat closer, well, in a way. I went everywhere with him, him keeping a strong grip on my wrist or hand at all times for protection purposes, I made breakfast and lunch, and he made dinner, we slept in the same room on the same bed because he said he's a heavy sleeper and wouldn't hear me if something were to happen. We kept a pillow between us.

"Harry where are we going?" I questioned with wide eyes as I peered up at him through my lashes, his hand was entangled tightly with mine and was empty of any affection or sympathy, we were in a car with 3 other heroes (I thinks).

There was Zayn, another guy called Bolt, and a girl called Claw, she was wearing cat ears and had been eyeing harry up since we entered the small space. I disliked her already.

Just saying, I'm his soul mate and there's no way she can even get a look in so why is she bothering? Not that I'm jealous or anything but it's a fact, he's got a soul mate. Ugh she radiated bitchiness.

Harry just shushed me quietly as he stared intently out of the window scanning the passing streets with those emerald eyes of his, which were very pretty I'd come to notice.

"Zayn stop!" Harry said abruptly making me jump, I saw Claw rolling her eyes at me as she leaned forward.

"What is it haz?" She questioned with a incredibly fake and put on innocent and fragile voice, I practically choked. And Haz? What bullshit is that?

He turned to look at the other 3 with a intense gaze.

"This is it." he breathes, I hear Zayn inhale sharply and claw smirks slightly, this worrying me greatly. Shes giving me a very bad feeling.

"Come on," I hear a Irish accent say from the front, bolt speaking up for the first time. We all exit the car harry roughly pulling me forward and wearily watching his surroundings.

We come to stand in front of a shabby house, well the whole street is shabby but.

Claw knocks confidently and when the door swings open the 2 boys grab the man at the door and twist his arms harshly behind his back and shove their way forward into the house. I timidly follow them shutting the door behind me.

Harry and Zayn promptly handcuff him to a chair while Bolt scopes the place out.

"Chelsea, go to the roof and keep a lookout," Bolt demands. So that's her name. I stand uncomfortably by the entrance of the house just awkwardly watching on.

"Come on Y/N, you can help me," she says in a overly sweet voice, i internally roll my eyes and before I can speak harry speaks up.

"No. She stays where I can see her," I grin a little when I see her jaw clench.

"She'll be safer and out of the way up there, hazza," she all but whines, I actually roll my eyes this time but I don't think she sees me, harry ponders before giving a curt nod. I gape at him.

"But ha-!" I go to protest but he gives me a warning glare that has me shutting my mouth and shrinking. So I reluctantly follow Chelsea up the stairs, and then up another set of stairs before we step onto the flat roof of this weird house. The cold air makes me shiver as I uncomfortably wander around towards the edge of the building, in awe at all the lights around us.

A harsh shove has me stumbling towards the edge and I scream turning on my heel and scrambling away from the edge. Chelsea cackles loudly with sick amusement.

"Don't know what he sees in you, oh well, you'll be replaced within a week," she says with a nasty look on her face. God, I knew she was faking the nice act.

I smirk lightly knowing that, that won't be the case as I'm his soul mate not just another fling.

"Something funny?" She snaps, I grin nodding my head. She glares at me, her face turning slightly red.

"It's funny you know, a hero can't dump their soul mate," I say with a wide grin, but my grin is wiped right off my face when her face twists with a psycho-ish look on her face. She charges towards me and wraps her bony fingers around my neck.

"Is that so? Well others can help the poor lad out then," she says squeezing viciously, I choke as I swing my leg up and knock the wind out of her, before she can register what even happened i hurtle down the two sets of stairs, crashing messily against the sides. My adrenaline on a high.

But when I burst into the kitchen the sight I see seems like something from a parallel universe.

A bald guy with what looks like a tattoo on his head is stood in front of a bloodied Zayn who is crumpled on the floor, and next to him bolt is unconscious with shattered glass around him.

The worst sight of all is when I turn and see another big guy with a gun pressed up against Harrys head, harry is on his knees in front of the guy with his jaw locked tightly, blood seeping through his white shirt. He glares at the man showing not an ounce of fear. My heart stops with fright and to make it worse I can hear Chelsea shrieking upstairs as she follows after me. I look around wildly seeing if I can somehow help them when I spot a beer bottle next to me.

So without thinking I grab it and rush over to the man with the gun, i gulp raising the bottle above my head as I stand behind him. He hasn't noticed me yet, I try and convince myself this is to save my soul mate and it is for the better.

And before I can think too much about it I slam it into his head squeezing my eyes shut as shattering of glass is heard and a loud thump indicating he toppled over. I back away my hands covering my ears and my eyes closed.

But I yelp once someone grabs onto my wrists and pins me to the wall, my eyes fly open to meet the cat like eyes of a furious Chelsea. I huff, more angry than scared of this bitch, can't she see I'm busy?

So with pure annoyance I yank my hands away and grab some of her hair before tugging mercilessly, she shrieks falling to the ground as i stomp on her fingers. I don't know what's gotten into me but I think this is a good way to release all of my pent up frustration from the last month or so. Plus she's a bitch.

When I look up I see both men unconscious and bolt has now awakened as he leans against a exhausted looking Zayn. Harry is busy checking the bald men's pulses, I gulp hoping their alive, not exactly liking the thought of having killed two people.

Zayn and bolt hobble over to me and Zayn pats my head with a awestruck face.
"If you hadn't distracted the bastard he would've finished me," he pants. I flush biting my lip.

"I-it was nothing, really," I say shyly tucking some hair behind my ear, he grins swinging an arm around me messily as we make our way to harry who is just standing up to his full height. We make eye contact and I blush at the slightly awestruck and proud glint In his eyes.

"I'm niall, s' cool teh meet harrys girl," He speaks, the clogging of his throat thickening his accent. I smile sweetly.

"It's nice to meet you too, and to know your real name," I add on. He laughs loudly.

"Right we need to leave, you guys alright to go alone? Or do you need me to play nurse?" Harry says without a trace of sincerity.

Niall scoffs loudly while cackling to himself as they both head out after waving goodbye leaving me and harry alone. I glance at him warily and he walks towards me slowly, his cuts and bruises becoming more visible the closer he gets.

His arm snakes around my waist and tugs suddenly making me pressed flush against his chest, my palms flat against him. My already raggedy breathing picks up the pace as I stare at him wide eyed.

He reaches down and lifts me bridle style into his arms and I grip onto him tightly.

"Are we flying?" I question anxiously.

"Yeah, it's quicker. I know you don't like it," he says quietly.

*

After a long flight my legs feel like jelly and I'm gripping onto harry tightly refusing to be put down, so with a roll of his eyes he takes me all the way inside where he drops me to the ground. I smile innocently at him as he scowls slightly.

He wanders off into the bedroom and when I catch myself in the mirror I nearly wet my pants. Wow, I need a shower I think as I grab my towel and head into the bathroom.

The sight makes me gasp and I drop my towel, my hands flying to cover my eyes like a child. A scoff is heard from Harrys position on the edge of the bathtub.

"I'm not even naked."I peek my eyes open to see he's telling the truth, he only has his top off while he cleans a large gash which runs along the plane of his chest area, near his prominent collarbones.

My cheeks are red as I shuffle shyly over towards him.

"L-let me help you," I say as I kneel down on my knees in between his legs so I can reach his chest better. I gently take the towel he was using from his hands and dip it into the warm water before carefully wiping the blood away bit by bit.

He winces and curses when I accidentally press to hard.

"Sorry, sorry!" I squeak. My ears are burning from his intense gaze as I continue to clean his chest. I can't help but notice his tattoos and mentally swoon, like he needed get any more attractive.

Once I've finished I get up and sit next to him on the edge of the bathtub as well.

"Thanks," he says huskily a he slips his top back on, I try to cover my dissappointed face as I don't want to make it obvious I was having way too much fun enjoying the view.

"Harry, who were those guys?" I ask softly, my voice completely drained from all the activity today. He sighs heavily running a hand through his hair.

"A bunch of assholes I 'betrayed'," he says rolling his eyes as he puts quotations over the word betrayed. I hum In thought. Betrayed? Wonder how, deciding not to question him about them as I'm sensing a sensitive topic and I'd rather not get the cold shoulder again, especially since he's the only constant person I see in my life.

"Um. .why, why was Chelsea trying to. .kill me?" I murmur to him as I turn my body so it's facing his hunched over one. He rakes a hand through his hair and shakes the dark ringlets out.

"We used to fuck awhile back and she seems to think she's got some sort of claim over me," he grunts not seemingly too bothered with his sentence, but I nearly choke at the loose way he threw that piece of information so causally into the air.

"Crazy bitch." I mutter under my breath making harry chuckle quietly.

I yawn stretching my limbs as I get up and pick up the clothes I previously dropped on the rug from shock. Its a large knitted sweater and some old leggings. The comfiest things I own, like that sweater is. .I can't even describe it. Goes to show Nans can buy cool gifts.

"Um, I need to shower," I mumble, pink sprinkling itself onto my cheeks without permission as I tuck some hair behind my ear feeling self conscious as I stand in front of his unwavering gaze.

"Go right ahead," he says with a almost playful smirk tugging at his full lips. I gasp smacking his arm with my towel.
He laughs this time standing up to his full height.

"Easy tiger, I'm going to make dinner anyway." He says as he heads out. I roll my eyes playfully as I lock the door and strip off. I can tell he's warming up to me slowly and honestly I'm warming up to him too, well I can't really help it. Were apparently the only things keeping each other alive-- practically.

After my amazing shower me and harry had sat down and had dinner together and oh my god, I've never known prawn pasta to taste that good. I could've kissed him.

Now we were settled down on the couch with a good amount of space between us watching Harry Potter because he had never seen it. I was instantaneously offended.

"How is it even possible not to have seen Harry Potter?" I asked incredulously halfway through the movie. I simply couldn't get over it, where has this kid been his entire life? Under a friggin rock?

Harry laughed exasperated.

"It's not even that much of a big deal," he said rolling his eyes, I huffed to myself and crossed my arms like a angry 5 year old.

*

I began squirming at the unfamiliar hands carrying me, I squirmed whimpering. When I opened my eyes i immediately panicked thinking someone was in the process of kidnapping me so I started to squirm violently.

"Woah, tiger, it's just me, easy," Harry said tightening his grip on me, I lifted my head from his hard pecs and peered up at him. He gave me a soft smile.

"You fell asleep, I'm taking you to bed, you're perfectly safe with me," he said reassuringly, I nodded warily as i wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my nose into his chest falling back asleep again way too drained to care how he probably didn't like me clinging to him like a insane koala.

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