Hero

My head was pounding as I wobbled through the bedroom and into the kitchen warily, my vision was blurred at the edges and it felt like someone was inside my head and bashing the sides of my skull with a heavy duty hammer.

I really regretted downing all of those coloured shots with Zayn.

I slumped onto a bar stool at the island, my head emitting a soft thump as it hit the cool marble top lifelessly. I squeezed my eyes closed, a soft pained whimper escaping my lips as the pain behind my eyelids increased.

I heard the familiar padding of footsteps and a dull crunching sound of what seemed to be a paper bag being moved around. I lifted my head meekly when I felt Harry sit down opposite me. I noticed the sounds I had heard moments before were originating from the paper bag in Harry's expansive hands. He began pulling out some McDonald's breakfast things and my eyes brightened at the opportunity of greasy food to help with this kickass handover.

"I-is that for me?" I timidly asked, afraid of what his feelings were towards me after getting smashed last night when he specifically told me not to drink any alcohol. My teeth bit into my bottom lip softly as I watched as he also pulled out a cup of Starbucks coffee and slid it forward with my McDonald's breakfast.

"Yeah, although you don't deserve it." He said with his lips pulled into a tight line. I sighed in relief knowing he wasn't too pissed, he seemed mildly annoyed but not angry which was good.

"About that. . I'm sorry for not listening to you. I don't know what happened, please don't be mad," I pleaded gently with pink sprinkled across my cheeks as I fiddled with my small box of unhealthy goodness nervously. I heard him blow out a breath.

"I'm not. Now be a good girl and eat your breakfast. You can't have painkillers on a empty stomach." He said as he sipped his own coffee. I flushed at his words and opened my box to reveal a delicious looking McMuffin that I happily picked up to take a bite out of.

"Thank you," I said appreciatively, it was a uncharacteristically sweet gesture and surprisingly thoughtful of him. We continued to eat in silence as my mind ran through what had happened last night attempting to remember things and put bits and pieces together ton form a coherent story.

The cat outfit, the pink lemonade, the vodka, the dancing. . I immediately choked as my mind ran over what happened next in my muddled brain, I quickly sipped my caramel cappuccino coughing to regulate my breathing as I struggled to swallow my food without dying.

We kissed. Holy shit, we kissed, that was why I had sporadically drunk alcohol as if it were my last day on earth, my lips part softly, the banging in my head increasing the more I think over what had happened and what the consequences of that were going to be.

My stomach fluttered as my mind traced over the feel of his pink lips against mine and I shivered. I glanced up to meet Harry's dark green irises and my cheeks flushed pink as I stared at him wide eyed, probably representing a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car. I watched his jaw tighten when he realised what I was probably thinking about as I awkwardly watched his intense gaze focus on my lips, my heart jumped in my chest making my knees feel shaky and my eyes widened not really having much experience in this department, although having had a boyfriend but that relationship (if one could even call it that) was a complete train wreck so I was as clueless as they came.

I needed Perrie.

"H-Harry. . " I breathed about to ask him about exactly what had happened last night, I wanted to hear what had happened from his point of view and hopefully he could fill in the blanks of where my memory had lapsed, but I was cut short as Harry's phone vibrated on the counter top immediately redirecting our attention and forcing Harry to look away from our intense stare down. He frowned at the ID before he slid his thumb across the bottom and pressed the device against his ear.
"What?"
His gaze once again met mine as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone, he nodded his head to my food silently encouraging me to finish my last few bites of my McMuffin . I snapped out of my stupor and immediately picked it up and began finishing it off as I watched curiously as Harry reacted to whatever was being said. His jaw clenched along with his fist which was resting against the countertop, his eyes were darkened and brows furrowed as his chest began rising and falling quicker than previously indicating his aggravation.

"I thought I fucking told you to keep an eye, Payne." Harry spoke in a cold hard voice that made my heart jolt from slight fear. I wiped my greasy hands on the napkins and promptly finished my coffee within two sips.

"What's missing?" He asked gruffly, running a hand through his long locks in stress which I had noticed he seemed to do quite often.

"I swear to god, you and Zayn and dead men." He threatened before abruptly ending the call and slamming the phone on the counter making me jump at the force.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, wary of his current anger. The kiss being pushed to the back of my mind as curiosity and worry clouded it from whatever had clearly happened.

"There's been a break in at the house while we were all at that fucking shit party." He grunted pressing his palms to the counter and getting off the barstool deftly, I watched kicking my legs back and forth as he filled a glass with water and reached up to the fridge to grasp something at the top, his patterned top rose allowing a tanned band of skin to be put on display for a few seconds. I gulped.
Steady.
I soon discovered that what he had gotten was some painkillers. He passed me one and the glass of water. I thanked him quietly and popped the pill into my mouth and downed the water.

"Is anything missing?" I questioned with concern as I followed him stalk swiftly into our bedroom. He nodded briefly.

"Some files."

"Important ones?" I asked continuing to follow him as he pulled out a duffle bag from under the bed and began stuffing it with random items of clothing hurriedly.

"Yes."

"Like w-!" I cut myself off with a choked gasp as Harry slammed his hand heavily onto the wall behind my head.

"Amelia." He growled glaring at me with intense eyes. I nervously shuffled my feet hating the feeling of being scolded by Harry.

"Sorry," I mumbled sadly as fear zipped through my veins momentarily.

I wanted to question him on what he was doing and why he was packing our clothes into the bag, but I couldn't pluck up the courage to continue my interrogation after his frightening reaction towards my first few questions, so I decided my best bet was to stay silent.

"Hurry up and change." He barked, making me jolt forward in surprise and also realisation that I was still wearing what I wore to bed last night. I hurried over to my closet and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and one of my large cuddly sweaters, for the weather outside in NYC was slowly beginning to get more and more unforgivable as the winter months began setting in.

I shuffled into the bathroom and quickly changed my clothes, having to wriggle my bum around to encourage my jeans up and over it. I bundled last nights clothes and shoved them into the dirty clothes hamper as I exited the bathroom, hurrying to pull on a pair of socks and some old scruffy black Vans. Harry was now zipping up the bag as I rushed in front of the makeshift vanity I had created by propping a large mirror on top of one of his dressers and placing a small stool in front of it. I took my hair out of my ponytail and ran a brush through it before just tying it half up and half down. The ends were still curly from last night as they spelled messily across my shoulders.

I applied some basic foundation and lip balm before standing up to my full height and silently following Harry as he rushed out of the room. Bicep bulging nicely as he carried the bag. Did he really have to be so attractive? The urge to kiss him again would be lessened.

I didn't dare say a word as he slipped on a jacket and his familiar brown boots, a permanent furrow between his brows. I followed him out of the apartment and after looking the door hastily he grasped my hand in his warm one tightly and began to march towards the lift with determination clear on his face.

"Harry." I called for his attention once the lift had begun to descend to the lobby. "Where are we going?" I questioned peering up at him through my lashes. He cast me a glance.

"HQ."

"Why a-," I cut myself off with Harry's annoyed inhale of breath muttering a sorry under my breath in fear of getting shouted at again. I never did like being shouted at, even when I was a small child, I always shied away from trouble to avoid it, but my feelings solidified after my experience with James and Harry could be very frightening when he desired. Being yelled at by anyone, males mostly didn't sit well with me.

The lift opened with a ding and Harry led me through the lobby, his fast paced walking proving difficult for me to keep up with my short legs as I stumbled pathetically behind him. I flashed a weak smile to the security guard who was giving me a sympathetic glance as Harry led me to the apartment parking lot towards his Range Rover I presumed.

He unlocked it when we were a few feet away from it by a pressing a button on his keys, I watched in confusion as he yanked open the passenger side and roughly tugged me forward and without warning he grasped my hips and lifted me up to place me on the seat which was relatively high, I squealed with surprise, my fingertips digging into his strong shoulders as I was forced to grasp them in fear of falling. He tossed the duffle by my feet and slammed the door making me jump in my seat. Jesus Christ, what on earth had happened that had him acting so hostile?

He got in himself and hurriedly began backing out of the parking lot forcing me to quickly tug my seatbelt around my body in fear of his above the limit driving. It was strange, he was a hero yet breaking laws he enforced.

My eyes flickered to the outside world as it rushed by in a yellow and grey blur that was New York as he sped through the roads, making rough turns and harsh brakes. After the third time I had been forcibly jolted forward by the sudden braking I spoke up, unable to sit silent any longer.

"Harry, calm down please. You're driving recklessly," I pleaded quietly as I gazed at his steely face. If he had heard what I had said he definitely didn't let it show on his face, his jaw remained taut and his lips didn't even twitch although he did slow down the speed a little allowing me to release a breath I hadn't registered I was withholding in the first place.

We arrived to what I recognised as 'the house' as Harry had called it, otherwise knows as the headquarters of the New York Heroes. Harry stopped the car but left it running leaving me confused.

"Get out."

"W-what?" I sputtered turning to face him incredulously. Was he not coming? And why was he being so bloody rude? Hurt washed through me as I received his cold stare.

"Did I stutter?"

"I- what am I-," my frantic stuttering of pure confusion is cut off as my door is yanked open forcefully from the outside, my head snaps immediately away from Harry and to the source of my door opening. A girl with beautiful tanned skin and thick black hair stands there, she seems to be around about my age, she seems nice until I catch sight of her angry scowl on her face. What's worse is, it's directed straight at me.

"Don't just stare at me! Move!" She snaps unexpectedly making me flinch in my seat. Hurt clenched my heart at how harsh everyone was being towards me when I didn't even have the foggiest idea of what on earth was going on. I turned my gaze back to Harry as I began to shuffle towards the door.

He expelled a breath before leaning forward to plant a firm kiss to my forehead, murmuring as he did.

"Good girl," My cheeks flushed at the PDA that he openly just showcased in front of the snappy girl who had her eyes full of scrutiny watching my every move making me jittery. I whispered a small bye as I jumped out of the car, I turned back around to reach for my duffle but the girl was already seated where I was previously seated and had tossed it to the ground by my feet. It landed with a sad little thump. I frowned down at the lump of clothes regrettably picking it up and with some expelled effort, I heaved it onto my shoulder watching slightly incredulously as the car sped away and eventually out of sight leaving me completely alone for the first time since I'd discovered I was Harry's soulmate.

"Bitch." I muttered under my breath as I kicked the gravel around as I walked slowly towards the front door. Yes, that demeaning word was aimed at that foxy little black haired girl who acted as if she owned the world. Not only that, she looked at me as if I was the worlds biggest hindrance she'd ever encountered, who happened to have stolen her husband or something. Jesus, she jumped in that car like Harry was her soulmate.

Jesus Amelia. Chill girl.

Since when was I so. . bitchy? And possibly jealous, I had no reason to be right? Because Harry kissed my forehead and not her smelly forehead.

God, has that one kiss really made me act so immature and jealous, because if so, then I fear for what's to come. That kiss doesn't mean we're suddenly in a relationship or something so I actually have no right to be jealous of a skinny, pretty, pretty eyed girl. Do I?

I don't. But that's not currently stopping me. I huffed ringing the doorbell, wishing away the horrible feelings of jealousy swirling around in my stomach. It's just because these last few months, Harry had been dedicated in keeping me protected that now I feel slightly unsafe without his intimidating shadow to protect me, and it's worse that he's off with some other girl. Although, work related.

Wow. I need to grow up. I shook my head to clear my thoughts as the sickening realisation fell upon me that Harry was currently feeling all of my emotions. I can just imagine his smug smirk. My cheeks sprinkled with pink as they so often did around Harry or around the thought of him as I forced myself to stop feeling jealous and focus on something else.

Something like why no was answering the damn door. I rung the bell for the second time and waited again.

I think I might have a teeny crush on Harry.

Stop.

I rung the bell and also knocked on the hardwood with my closed fist.

Which may have grown since the kiss.

I growled and pushed the handle and groaned at the realisation that it had been open the entire time. I really could use a boot up the backside sometimes for my stupidity.

I stepped over the threshold my mouth falling open at the commotion happening inside the large house. No wonder no one heard the doorbell. There were people running around, shouting things to each other, carrying files, pouring over texts, some even seemed to be practising some hand to hand combat.

"Sweet Jesus." I muttered as I walked further into what resembled a beehive at the minute with all of he angry looking bees going about their appointed jobs. I didn't recognise a single person and the atmosphere of the house was a lot different than the previous times I had journeyed here, everyone seemed on edge and there was a lack of welcoming in the air. Everyone looked ready to attack. I gulped deciding it would be my smartest decision to try and find Harry's bedroom, where I had previously been twice. The first time, we had shared a kiss.

Not the time.

So I slinked away to the first set of stairs and began making my way up them towards where I thought Harry's bedroom was, it was hard to remember the route but I had a faint idea.

Who know what my time here was going to bring.

+

Evening was beginning to set in as the grey New York sky slowly began to tint with that evening pink that creeps in before the sky turns purple to black. The whole day I had occupied myself with putting away all of belongings that Harry had haphazardly stuffed inside the duffle bag, I hung up our clothes in the empty wardrobe and placed my Minion that I had snuck in on the bed. After that, I had just sat around fiddling with my phone wishing I had actual friends outside of this hero world I lived in, so I could hold a conversation with someone normal. Someone to shoot a text too. But sadly, that wasn't the case.

I read a book I found inside Harry's desk, it was about ghosts-- it was pretty freaky, but my boredom had demanded I read it so I did. And now I was sat against the large window just staring at the evening beginning to set in as the world went by outside, the view wasn't as busy as the one back at our apartment but it was relatively busy.

My thoughts had strayed to Harry plenty of times wondering what he was doing, what that girl was doing, they also strayed to the intruder who had broken in and stole some files. It seemed frightening how someone could break in here and leave without a trace. It suggested impeccable timing and a experienced criminal which scared me to be honest.

My thoughts were abruptly cut off as the door of Harry's bedroom creaked open after a quick knock was delivered to the wood. I quickly spun around to face whoever had entered, my hopes rising at the possibility of it being Harry although I hadn't seen the car pull up so it was a little unrealistic, but nevertheless I was left disappointed when I was met with Zayn instead.

"Evening, Amelia. I brought you some dinner," He said cheerily as he placed a steaming plate on the desk. The mention of dinner had reminded me suddenly of my hunger and my stomach grumbled at the appetising aroma.

"Thanks, Zayn," I said smiling softly. I wanted to barrel him with questions about Harry's departure and the break-in but he beat me to it.

"Harry will be back soon, and you're perfectly safe here, okay?" He said with reassurance as he smiled brightly at me, his words surprisingly did do their job and managed to bring me some comfort as I broke into a grin myself.

"Okay," I whispered and he gave me a wink which was slightly on the flirty side but I pinned it down to him being generally over friendly and I could tell it didn't hold much meaning.

He then left, making sure to close the door gently behind me, leaving me to ponder over how he even knew I was here, I mean I didn't think anyone had seen me. Or maybe they had, or maybe Harry told him?

I picked up the plate and grinned at the sight of roasted chicken, roast potatoes and some steamed veggies. Food always had the ability to make me smile, maybe Harry wasn't actually my soulmate but food was instead. A giggle left my lips at the thought of Harry being replaced with food.

I left the small lamp on which encased the room in soft glow, the dark had never really been appealing to me, more so in a new place. I think it was of not being able to see and not knowing what was lurking in the shadows, it had always been a fear of mine. However, in Harry's apartment, he couldn't sleep with even a sliver of light illuminating his room, it was something to do with his supernatural blood in is veins which made his body immensely reactive, so when there was even a small amount of light his body reacted and refused to produce extra Leptin, the chemical needed to sleep, therefore we had to keep the room in pitch black or Harry would end up pulling an all nighter.
I wasn't scared then, but I knew I was safe with Harry beside me. But here now, without Harry's presence beside me after a long time of sleeping together, the bed felt massive, and every shadow looked as if it were moving. I didn't feel as protected and sheltered.

He hadn't returned yet, I tried to wait up as long as possible, just watching out of the window until my eyelids began protesting and my muscles ached from being forced in the same position for too long, but after the third time I dozed off I decided to call it a night. Now laying in the cool sheets without the warmth of his body I felt something strange in the pit of my stomach.

I'd established I had a crush on him, which solidified after that intense kiss, but now I felt worry for him, ridiculous right? I mean, being a Hero, I'm sure he could look after himself, but that didn't stop the small weight on my chest and the small voice in my head, I'd gotten used to him, began to like him, now maybe more than a friend, and I didn't like the thought of him being hurt. I saw something within him most people probably didn't, there was a golden light deep within that shined occasionally through the cracks of his hard exterior. He had a good heart, just events had caused him to lock it away to prevent further damage, occasionally I felt the heat of his locked away heart, and my God was it breathtaking.

So I turned on my side and nuzzled into my minion which Harry had won for me, just wishing the when I woke up in the morning he would be back safe and sound. 
(Of course I was pissed with him as well for not even bothering to tell me where he had gone or when he would return, and I was definitely going to show him that, don't get me wrong.)

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