Hero

Three whole days.
Three days had passed since I'd been unceremoniously dumped here like a sack of unwanted potatoes and I hadn't heard a single word from Harry. I had gone to sleep every night, my heart filled with hope that he would return back soon, my safety felt increasingly threatened the longer he stayed away, but each dreary morning I was met with the sight of a cold empty right side of the bed and no broody, green eyed Hero.

Last night something had changed inside my body, I felt something deep within my body, it was getting weaker as each hour passed and it was making me feel increasingly nauseas for a reason I was unaware of. I had brushed it off as a bug last night but this morning when I was awoken with the feeling of regurgitating everything I had eaten the previous evening, and found myself on my knees in front of the toilet bowl being violently sick, I figured it may be something a little more than just a bug as I had previously self diagnosed it as.

And as the day progressed, yet again with no sign of Harry, my condition got increasingly worse, I was tired constantly and I had broke out in a fever in the last couple of hours which was of course fantastic.

I was getting worried now, it didn't feel right and my body almost felt like it was crying out for something that was missing, I couldn't explain it at all but I just felt horrible, and without Harry around to help me, or to tell me what the hell was going on, I felt a lot more vulnerable than before, exposed even.

I'd rang him multiple times over the course of the last three days but to no avail, he hadn't picked up, nor had he bothered to call back. I was annoyed for a while up until I realised that he was probably busy with serious issues and here I was acting like a clingy puppy. I had no right to make his job harder for him than it already was and I had no right to be angry with him for simply doing his job, although a little voice in my mind was telling me that he could've at least texted, just a simple date of his return would have been great, but no. I was stranded completely in the dark all alone.

I groaned lowly as I stumbled back towards Harry's bed and collapsed onto it with exhaustion clearly present throughout my body, I had taken a few painkillers but they had done nothing to the new headache that had been plaguing me for a while now.

Suddenly, I heard the door creak open and Perrie's familiar voice fill the room.

"It's lunch t-- Amelia? Are you OK?" Perries cheerful voice halted as she spotted me sprawled tiredly on the bed lacking all motivation to move from the now warm spot.

I mumbled something incoherent as she came over and moved some hair away from my face and pressed a hand to my forehead, he eyes immediately expanding with fright.

"You're really hot!" She exclaimed worriedly as the turned her hand over so it was the back of her hand resting against my forehead.

"Thanks," I mumbled attempting to make a joke while I felt like and most likely looked like death.

"I'm serious." I didn't bother replying to her words as I figured it took too much energy away from me, energy I wasn't too keen on spending on pointless words. "I'm gonna call Ash." She said and before I knew it she had shot off the bed and rushed out of the door leaving it wide open allowing a cool breeze inside much to my annoyance.

"Fucking hell." I grumbled while wondering who this 'Ash' was, I'd never heard of him before, maybe I'll recognise him as someone I've seen but not known what their name was. And I also wondered how he was going to be of any use to my fever.

Suddenly a feeling of nausea washed over me making me jolt up off the bed and stumble weakly into the bathroom just in time to collapse in front of the ceramic bowl before I emptied my stomach, my knees pressed against the cold floor. When I was sure that I had finished I flushed the toilet and stood up to re-brush my teeth for the 5th time that day, I was confused as hell, I was fine yesterday and then suddenly today I'm falling over myself. It made no sense to me at all and honestly I couldn't be bothered to actually spend time figuring it out.

I stumbled weakly back into the bedroom to be met with Perrie and a messy haired guy who looked a little confused and concerned at my disappearance. I gave a shaky smile as I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, my energy levels dwindling faster than I would think possible.

"Hello, my name is Ash. I'm their Doctor, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said with a charming smile as he shook my clammy hand. I assumed by 'their' he meant people like Perrie and Harry.

"You too," I mumbled with a sigh, my fingers going up to rub my temples where my headache was currently raging around destroying everything. He set down a medical kit and pulled the latch open with a little click. He then proceeded to take out a thermometer with the familiar strip of mercury running down the middle.

"Open wide," he said with a friendly smile as he held the thermometer up in front of my face, I obliged and he set it in my mouth for a few seconds before he removed it to take a closer look.

His eyes widened and a low whistle escaped his lips.

"That is some temperature." I grimaced looking away from both of their worried faced as they began to discuss my symptoms and what not, their talk was honestly boring so I ended up zoning out as my mind drifted over to other aspects of my life, for example Harry.

My mind began replaying our kiss and I felt my cheeks begin to flush at the mere thought of it, the feel of his soft lips, the firm pressure. I just simply could not forget it no matter how hard I tried to rid my memory of something he most likely regretted. Did I regret it?

The answer would be a unsure no, because although we had been keeping everything strictly platonic between the two of us, a crush had formed (I mean, it's hard not to) so I guess I don't regret kissing him, and plus I didn't kiss him, he kissed me. He knocked on the door and I was compelled to answer. Simple.

Yeah okay.

"Well, Amelia, from what Perrie has told me it seems you're suffering from a severe case of separation anxiety and--" I cut Ash or whatever his name was off before he could continue by holding my finger in the air to motion for him to stop talking.

"Separation anxiety? I don't miss Harry that much that I'm ill because of it!" I yelped, because that was simply ludicrous, sure I kind of missed Harry because I hadn't spent this long without him for a long time but I genuinely did not miss him that much, I knew I didn't.
He shook his head calmly in response to my outburst.

"Not you exactly, but the part of you that belongs to Harry is missing him because you haven't completed the mating and eternally bound him to you, so therefore your body is reacting severely to him being gone so abruptly." He explained slowly as Perrie looked to be pondering over his words the same way I was.

So I was sick because my body was basically crying out for Harry? That's. . Weird.

"Okay, but we all have that and it's never this bad." Perrie added raising her brows as they both stared at me like some lab rat making me shrink slightly with the undivided attention.

"Don't forget, she's completely human. Her systems aren't as strong as ours." He explained to Perrie as her eyes widened in understanding as I frowned down at my lap. I looked so weak and pathetic honestly as if I couldn't even survive three days without practically dying for no valid reason, I bet these supernatural people found it entertaining to watch.

I mentally scoffed.

"So what happens if Harry doesn't return soon?" Perrie questioned, caution coating her sweet voice as both of our eyes focused on the Doctor stood between us. The both of us clearly apprehensive about the response, me more so than her.

Ash grimaced as if the answer to her fairly easy question was slightly disturbing, it seemed as if it was a road he dare not wander down. This made me nervous and a uncomfortable knot formed in the very pit of my stomach, not at all easing the already formulating nausea.

"Her. . Pulse will slow to a stop, eventually." He replied uneasily shuffling his feet as the air grew tense and quiet, everyone lost in thought, me however, lost in shock. It had not registered how bad this actually was until those words slipped past his lips allowing my mind to wander into the dark depths that rested at the back. The parts I took no pleasure in watering.

Death.

Of course, ever since I discovered that being bound exceptionally tightly to Harry, my life was most likely to always remain in the balance, never completely safe or away from harm death had obviously crossed my mind. It would be impossible not too, but I hadn't let my mind stay on the particular grim subject for too long, repressing it to the back of my mind in a attempt to stay afloat and stay positive even after the many curve balls that had been flung my way with an unimaginable force.

But it was sort of hitting me in the face now that if Harry simply failed to return home soon, my pulse would just halt altogether. My heart would stop beating due to the absence of my soulmate and I would cease to exist. I shivered.

"Amelia," Perrie said as she draped a warm arm around my shoulders tenderly. "Harry won't let anything happen to you, Ash has gone to phone him to inform him and once he hears, he will be back like a shot." She promised, her cerulean eyes filled with such determination and confidence I found myself believing her as I nodded along weakly. I could tell why Zayn loved her as much as he did.

"Thanks Perrie," I said with a small drained smile seemingly the biggest smile I could muster with my lack of energy. She wrapped her other arm around me as well and gave me a comforting squeeze which warned my insides slightly and made me feel not as alone as before.

Ash retuned into the bedroom slipping his phone into his back pocket simultaneously as we both parted. He flashed a quick reassuring smile that Doctors mostly give out to the sickly.

"Harrys incredibly worried, said they were going to come back by tomorrow but he'll try to make it back by tonight." Ash said, a small secretive grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he ran a hand through his hair messing it up slightly. It made me curious as to what had been disclosed over the phone conversation, but hurt also washed over me at the realisation that Harry had purposefully ignored my phone calls but answered Ash's. I frowned.

"Where has he actually gone," I murmured quietly, a yawn escaping my lips after as a heavy exhaustion settled into my bones that probably had something to do with this whole soul mate thing that had currently got me fucked right up. Ash grabbed a wheely chair and tugged it closer towards the bed we were currently sat on and plopped down onto it with a sigh.

"Well," Perrie began. "Why don't you lie down babe and we'll explain. You look exhausted." She said as she squeezed my shoulder comfortingly, another yawn broke past my lips and I found myself agreeing to her comment. The sound of a warm nap sounded great, and so did the possibility of getting my many long burning questions answered that Harry expertly avoided. I almost laughed at myself.

Practically half dead, but still curious.

Once I was all comfortably snuggled in Harry's large bed facing Perrie who now sat beside me and Ash who sat a few feet away on the chair he kept rolling back and forth, I motioned Perrie to start speaking.

It was strange that I found it comforting to have Ash and Perrie sit with me, I knew Perrie but I'd never met Ash before so it was weird, but I think I could see myself becoming friends with him. I suppose I was scared to be left alone so being in their presence was comforting and also distraction from my illness because the more I pondered over it the more pronounced it became.

"Well, someone broke in and took some files from the office, but it wasn't really a regular robbery, they didn't really take anything that we considered generally too important," she answered sounding confused herself still. I guess Harry was out getting the answers for all of their unanswered questions.

Ash must have noticed my confused expression because he took off swiftly from where Perrie had left off.

"We keep track of the major crime in New York you see, and in the past there has been many barbaric situations, supernaturally influenced of course, it's a part of the historic files we keep. They aren't too important because they are so far back in time that the criminals have been long gone and basically some of the most influential crimes that have occurred, files related to do with them have been robbed." I nodded softly closing my eyes to process the new rush of information that swarmed my kind increasing the headache but I didn't mind it because this new information was pleasing me as Harry has given me very little to go off on before he took off with that little pile of cow du-

Stay on track, Amelia.

So someone took the time to break in to give themselves a history lesson?

"Why would they want them. . unless. . . unless they want history to repeat itself," I thought aloud, my eyes widening as it seemed to click into place.

"They want to re-create something big don't they?" I asked nervously, another knot forming in my stomach as I realised the break in had a deeper meaning than what I had previously labelled it as. They both looked impressed as they nodded their heads.

"Well who was it?" I asked fighting of another yawn as Perrie smiled softly at the sight.

"That's where Harry's gone. He went to track down a few major suspects for questioning and such so we can look with a clearer view of who it could've been and how to stop them before it's too late." She said with a grim face. Ashton's and probably mine reflecting the same kind of look as well as I process the new information through my mind as a sad attempt to make myself understand it better since it seems difficult in my hazy state. I nod my head with a yawn, finally pleased that I now know where Harry's gone.- well I don't specifically know the exactly location of him but knowing the reasoning is enough for now.

I snuggle myself deeper into the comforting warmth as one last questions remains on my tongue before I am sure to plunge head first into the depths of sleep.

"How is Harry going to cure me anyway? Just with his presence or is there some sort of ritual?" I ask, my voice slowly ending up slightly horror stricken at the thought of having to preform some sort of weird rituals to make myself feel better.

They both chuckled at my question.
"No, no rituals, just. . skin to skin contact really," Ash answered, my cheeks tingling with heat as I bury myself deeper into the covers at his words.

"But you won't mind that will you Lia babe?" Perrie said with amusement clear as day in her tone as they both smirked and giggled with each other making me roll my eyes so hard it hurt.

"Shut it." I mumbled my eyes involuntarily falling shut and blocking out the outside and the teasing faces of Ash and Perrie, although I'm not complaining about that one.

My mind begins to slow down and all of my muscles release their tensions and melt into the mattress as I softly waver into the sleep zone, faintly hearing quiet footsteps and the shutting of a door before all thought is given up on and I fall into a sweet sleep.

HARRY

My foot expels more force onto the accelerator than needed and my grip on the steering wheel is so tight my knuckles feel as if they are seconds away from ripping from my skin with the pressure placed upon them, not that I can be bothered to give a rats ass. At the moment my priority is one thing and one thing alone; Amelia.

My focus remains on making it back as soon as possible after hearing Ashton's concerns about Amelia's rapidly deteriorating health which I have no one else to blame but myself. In a moment of irresponsibility the consequences of my absence fled my fucking mind completely and now because of that stupid fuck up, Amelia is suffering back all alone in a house full of strangers. I can picture her curled up in my black bed, the vast expanse engulfing her making her look more fragile than ever, all alone with no one to watch over her, or scold her when she gets up unnecessarily.

The image does strange things to my chest that don't feel pleasant.

I can't even fucking deny it that I am worried off my ass for her now, however I am still unsure as to the reasoning why the feeling has stemmed throughout my body. Is it because if I loose her, I loose myself physically, being my soulmate her health basically guarantees mine. It's a two way system.

Soul-mates feed off each other's energy, and once you mange to locate yours, there's no going back. If one goes down, the other will too. So my worry could be put off as to be indirect self preservation, although the thought of her in great amounts of discomfort makes me grit my teeth and press my foot harder into the accelerator pedal.

I refuse to mull over my feelings like a pathetic teenager and instead put all of my focus on returning back to Lia and helping her grow stronger once again. Help her into becoming that bright, annoying girl I know again. However much she makes me want to throw my head against a wall with her antics sometimes, she's not all bad, she's quite sweet.

Her overall kindness is linked to her naivety and innocence, but I have gradually found myself liking that more and more. She's soft and cute, which is a great difference from the girls I have always surrounded myself with for practically my entire life, it's a nice difference. At the start I disliked her, and was incredibly disappointed that I had somehow been paired with her, but over the time I have spent living with her I have realised that if I had have been paired with a type of girl that I usually spent my nights with, I would have been in torture.

It's driving me mad at the amount of times someone as innocent as Amelia has been dragged through the mud and witnessed things someone like her shouldn't. My anger at the minute is through the fucking roof, my face tinted with red as all I can see is how irresponsible I have been towards Amelia's safety, and my patience is wearing incredibly thin the longer we take to teach her, it has me on edge and my relaxation will be connected to having her pressed up against my chest allowing her to feed off my energy and erase what I so carelessly caused.

One thing I vowed to myself after seeing her mark was that I would keep her safe no matter what, her safety had been entrusted within me and my safety had been entrusted within her gentle body, she was completely innocent in all of this and I would strive to keep her out of harms way. For me, and for her own sake.

I tolerate her, and she is a lot better than most girls, but emotions will not be drawn into this. I am keeping her safe for one, myself, and two, because as much as a ruthless asshole I can be, the city's protection lays within me and the rest of my fucking 'team', and she is a citizen of this city so it is my natural job.

Although, she is a tad better than the rest of the lousy New York citizens.

"Styles, fuck. Slow down. Are you trying to get us fucking killed?" The bitchy girl in the passenger seat snarled as I ran another red light, my thoughts based so strongly on Amelia I had forgotten that there was another passenger in the car besides me. Not that her presence was going to change my reckless driving even the slightest. My focus was on Amelia, not this bitch who's name I had forgotten-- Hayley? Or some dumb shit I don't really care to remember.

In order to piss her off I drove around the bend as recklessly as I could possibly manage without causing a accident which made her get thrown against her door, a ear piercing screech leaving her lips that I thought she deserved for the way she spoke to Amelia a few days ago. However I wasn't much better as I had used basically the same time which of course now I regretted. I could feel waves of sadness washing over me as soon as I drove away which obviously came from my sensitive soul mate, hence why I hadn't cottoned onto anything being fucking wrong with her because she just felt sad the whole time. I though it just had to do with how we spoke to her .

"Harry! I swear to god, I hope that pathetic bitch of yours--!"

"Don't you fucking finish that sentence unless you want a bulled lodged into your brain," I spat. Anger blinding me for a minute at the words directed so harshly at my girl. How dare she think she can wish death upon my Amelia without any consequences?

I'm not going to lodge a bullet in her small ass brain although I feel like I should, because she's actually a decent fighter, but that doesn't mean she's going to go without punishments.
Zayn hates this bitch just as much as me, I'm sure he'll happily think of something to torture her with.

She remains silent as I pull up into the large driveway, the moon already hanging high in the inky sky as I don't bother sparing Hayley even a second glance before I'm already out of the door and marching towards the front door, jamming my key into the lock I shove it open and stride inside.
I can feel Lia's weakness radiating throughout my whole body which only pushes me further towards my bedroom where I know she'll be likely resting, I round the corner and jog up the stairs missing one as I go before I reach my door. I waste not a second of time before I turn the handle and shove it open.
There she lies, exactly as I pictured, my bed engulfing her petite frame.

I walk over and sit beside her, my hand pressing against her forehead and my eyes are blown wife with how hot she seems to be.

"Amelia," I coo quietly, needing her to awake so I can see how she's feeling and so she is reassured that I have now returned. "Baby," I whisper.

Her eyelids flutter weakly and then I am met with with her round brown eyes that hazily stare at me until she suddenly jumps, a large grin taking up her face as a feeling of relief washes over her. I help her up and she eagerly wraps her arms around my neck, her head nestling into the space between my neck and my collarbone.

I am taken by surprise at her forward actions but blame it on her being delirious from the fever and the relief of knowing that she is going to be okay. I wrap my arms around her although hugging is fucking foreign, I don't hug girls, I fuck them, but Lia isn't like them I suppose.

"Sh, sweetheart." I murmur rubbing her back as she trembles in my hold.

"I'm so glad you're back Harry," she murmurs, weakness and softness lacing her voice but sincerity completely coating it.

Fuck, I haven't heard words of this context in the past what seventeen years? It's fucking weird and does something weird to my chest that I don't particularly like at the thought of someone being genuinely glad that I came home, no matter the reason.

I kiss her head more so for her benefit, and to reassure her, although it comes a little too naturally.

This girl is going to ruin me and the policies that I have been stuck by for the last seventeen years, I can feel it.

Fucking hell she's so annoying.

Note:
In a good way eh Harold?

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Um okay; so because when reading over I can't really evaluate my work that well so tell me

Describe my character Harry in three words

Please.
And forgive me for any mistakes it's unedited BC it's nearly two Am
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