Hero

My request to ask a question was answered with a short nod as Harry interlocked his long fingers and placed them behind his head to support it as he leaned back fully, the action making his biceps flex which made me lose track of what I was planning on saying for a minute.

"Uh. .," I gulped, my ears feeling a slight burn as I  fumbled to gather my words together. He was so staggeringly beautiful that the slightest move he made always made my body heat up as I just stared on with awe unable to believe sometimes that he was real and not a pretty little figment of my imagination. "Um, what happens next with the soul-mating-thingy, like do I get to feel your emotions?" I asked, my eyes brightening at the idea of having full access to his feelings, that would honestly be such fun, and I could also see if he had any feelings towards me. Even a crush. I mean it was probably fairly obvious that I had a massive crush on him, it was sort of hard not too to be frank, however I had no idea if that was reciprocated.

Ha. You wish.

His husky chuckle brought me back to my question as I glanced at the deep indents in his cheeks, my heart fluttering in my chest at the sight of them and his small smile.

"Fortunately not, sweetheart." He said sending me a glance, red lips tugged up in a half smirk as he sat there looking awfully smug that he got unwarranted access to my emotions whereas I didn't. I frowned. "I don't really know, the second two stages differ for each person." He said rubbing his ring clad fingers along his taut jaw.

I gulped not particularly liking the fact that if and only if, me and Harry were to go further I would have no idea what I would be getting myself into. Although the thought of doing things beyond kissing with Harry made my stomach flip and my heart jump in my chest. It sent bolts of nervous excitement straight through me, nervous excitement that I felt shouldn't necessarily be here but is.

Any chance of further talk between me and Harry are cut off as his phone begins to buzz loudly from the depths of his tight pocket, he immediately sits up straight and lifts his hips off the bed slightly to slide the phone out of the pocket with slight difficulty. The sight makes me bite my lip to withhold any noises of amusement that might slip out.

"What?" Harry answers, jaw clenched tightly and muscles suddenly ridged as he listens intently to whatever is being said on the other line. The prominent pinch between his brows has me itching to smooth it out with my fingertips but I of course refrain.

"I damn well knew it. That cunning bastard. ." He sneers, husky voice holding nothing but hatred and pure vengefulness.

"Okay, good. Don't take too long." He says sternly before hanging up and slipping his phone back into his pocket, his face that was once previously relaxed now looked troubled and lost in thought as he ran his fingers through his lengthy hair, his teeth grinding together ever so slightly.

"Who was that?" I piped up sitting up onto my calfs as I gaze at him placidly, tilting my head to the side like the curious puppy that I am. His eyes shoot to me as if he had forgotten I was there for a minute and I send him a awkward smile in return and press my head against my neck so a small double chin is forced to form and smile even wider. He snorts rolling his eyes as his lips twitch upwards in a half smile of amusement.

"It was the boys. They confirmed that Tomlinson the fucker does have a human working alongside him." He almost spat in distaste as if the simple name Tomlinson completely disgusted him, this made me wonder why he hated this Louis Tomlinson character so much, of course because he was probably a terrible person and an evil genius, however there seemed to be something personal underlying it all. As if, Tomlinson had personally done something to Harry to aggravate him.

"Why is that bad?"

"Because it allows Tomlinson to slip under our radar and fuck things up without us noticing." He said, his tone dark sending shivers down my spine as any previous amusement was wiped away as anxiety replaced it.

*

I had spent the majority of the day just following Harry around, trying to stay quiet and not ask any questions as he got on with his work however I often failed that, causing him to get irritated with my constant interjections of "Why's," and How's,". Over dinner he had told everyone the news of Louis and his new ally receiving mixed reactions from everyone. Some seemed indifferent and some seemed to get a confidence boost at the fact that he was working with a human, someone they considered weaker than them, and some got angry at his cunning and clever idea.

Right now, everyone was discussing what Louis' possible plans could be and what could be done to stop them. I had been listening at first wanting to know as much as possible because if I got into a dangerous situation, not knowing could possibly be fatal. Unfortunately however Harry did not see through the same glasses as myself and told me to go to the bedroom and entertain myself. I, of course protested however received annoyed and irritated glances from the others allowing me to believe that I was becoming a distraction. So, with a slightly dejected feeling and small sting of hurt I spun on my heel and marched off in the most self assured and sassy way possible.

Honestly, Harry was being silly, of all things, information about the enemy was not going to bring me harm, if anything it was going to be useful and it would leave me better equipped with knowledge and a better understanding of what was going on and what I could do to stop myself being weak and pathetic.

Turning the corner into the corridor where Harry's room was housed I noticed something peculiar on the door, the deep red a contrast to Harry's black painted door. I stopped for a minute in confusion as something along the lines of unease settled into my stomach, why on earth was there a red envelope pinned to the door? Was this something Harry had done? Or maybe Perrie?

It could be Perrie. . It definitely can't be Harry because that's not really his style of doing things, and plus what could he possibly need to say that he would write down?

I nervously stalked up to it and examined it closely as if it were something ready to combust. The edges were ever so slightly crumpled, barely noticeable but just about and the flap of the envelope was securely closed. It was pinned with a gold pin holding it hostage against the door.
Rolling my lips into my mouth I tentatively reached forward and plucked the pin out and slipped it into my pocket as grabbed the envelope. I examined and turned it around to see if it was addressed to someone in particular.

Nope. There wasn't a single word written down sending me into even more confusion. I couldn't really comprehend the feeling in my gut but it had my hands trembling ever so slightly and my mouth had begun to dry as I held my breath and began prying the envelope open. I didn't know why I was feeling this much apprehension over opening possibly a letter but something was certainly off about it. I could just feel it.

Once I had fully pried it open successfully I reached inside and grasped whatever was in it. It felt strangely glossy making me tilt my head in confusion as to what it could be as I pulled it out of the envelope. The envelope now empty I discarded to the floor.

My brain and eyes were in no way ready to see the stack of pictures that were all based around the same subject. My breathing was growing laboured and my heart had began hammering against my ribcage as I felt something cold shoot through my veins, however in contrast I felt my body heating up as waves of heat passed over me making me feel nauseas and faint all at once.

There was a picture of a girl walking home. A picture of a girl out shopping, happily clutching a bag of brownies and popcorn. There was a picture of a girl at the circus happily munching on candy floss. There was a picture of a girl at a party, dressed as a cat whilst tipping back a shot. There was a picture of a girl in an apartment that wasn't her own, she was reading on a window seat. There was a picture of a girl chatting to Perrie whilst having her nails painted. There was a picture of her being attacked by Claw. There was a picture of her doing her hair in the makeshift vanity. There was a picture of her making the vanity.There was a picture of her entering HQ whilst it was under attack from Tomlinsons masked army. There was a picture of her in Harry's bedroom at HQ, eating dinner. Sitting on the bed. Being sick. Talking to Ash and Perrie.

The girl was me.

Me.

My reaction was delayed. After I had stared at the HD, high quality printed pictures for a few seconds and looked through them all that was when the panic and disgust set in. I screamed and flung the pictures away from me as I backed into the wall, they separated from each other and fluttered to the ground. Some lying facedown and some face up.

My hand hovered in front of my mouth as my eyes darted from left to right as if expecting someone with a camera to be poised there just watching me. My breathing was getting increasingly laboured as my brain began getting over the shock and began to process things, I felt sick to my stomach and my eyes were stinging with unshed tears as I whimpered feeling extremely violated.

Someone had been watching me since the start, watching and taking pictures of me as I carelessly carried on with my life whilst someone with most likely horrendous intentions had been sinisterly just snapping away.
The thought of someone following me around night and day and taking pictures of me in different day to day situations sent numerous sharp shivers down my spine almost making my knees buckle.

The scariest part was that every picture seemed to be taken from an angle that meant the person behind the lens had to be in the same room as me, or in front of me, or beside me.

And Harry wasn't in a single picture.

A/N:

The plot thickens. 😁 cliffhanger poop. #Sorrynotsorry 🙃🙃

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