Hero

A/N; Soo, the general consensus was to feel his emotions, as one of them, and I read a comment about her making him stronger in combat and stuff which I really liked. Half wanted a ability and have didn't :| I was thinking maybe when her emotions got too strong something minuscule could happen like I dunno, if she's happy or something she floats in her sleep but then I thought I like her plain and simple, and I'm sorry for disappointing anyone, It's just I've read a lot of supernatural fics where the girl is yano all sweet and cute and then BOOM she can like see the future, becomes strong as, or more than her partner, or is some rare case and is actually really powerful, and I've never really liked that, soo no ability.

I think feeling Harrys emotions would be cool, but only rarely. AAAANND as for the third stage I have no idea, in a lot of soulmate fics they can speak to each other mentally but that kind of makes it too easy for them to survive *cackles* so I dunno.

The oak door was shut on my face as the rest of them entered into the big open living room leaving me out of it, I scowled angrily not believing that Harry was actually trying to leave me out of this. I was sick of burying my head in the sand, this meeting was about me and my wellbeing and I more than anyone else deserved to know what was going to happen and to find out who had been stalking me.

Shivers ran down my spine. I generally left them too it, naively I didn't think it was about me, I mean I knew that people who wanted Harry gone, wanted me gone but I didn't think it was this. . serious? That sounds nothing short of stupid, but I didn't think that anyone was working that hard to get me really, I sort of found it hard to beleive I held that much value to be honest.

I pushed open the door marching in with as much confidence as I could possibly muster, the tips of my ears turning red as I felt pinned with gazes, I liked my dry lips, shut the door and then as casually as possible I began making my way over to an empty seat beside Zayn, however loud laughter was heard on the other side of the room making me look up as I continued my trek. Harry was resting against the wall, brows furrowed, dark green eyes following my movement, his arms crossed tensely at his chest, the biceps bulging from the obvious tension all of his muscles had taken on. His shoulders were squared and I could tell he wasn't pleased with my appearance.

The laughter that had made me look up in the first place came from a blonde haired girl, nearly as tall as Harry with the slimmest waist and hips. He had muttered something under his breath insinuating the laughter from her cherry lips. I frowned as irritation flooded my senses, clear jealousy flowing through my veins as I felt something stir uncomfortably in my chest. I hated feeling jealous however the feeling was inescapable, I felt angered at the blonde's laughter and had the urge to shout out what me and Harry were up to before we arrived. That would surely shut her up.

I took a empty seat beside a preoccupied Zayn, my eyes glancing to Harry out of habit as I watched his lips twitch the slightest in small smirk.

Crap. I always forgot he had access to my emotions. I frowned my face burning as he pushed off the wall and began making his way over here, the small smirk dropping and a more serious expression replacing it, clear irritation swirling in his green eyes.

He stood over me, his eyes focused on mine intensely as I stood up not liking the advantage he had when he was standing over me like that. I crossed my arms in defiance however they looked nowhere near as impressive as when Harry did it.

"What do you think you're doing, Sweetheart?" He said, one eyebrow raised as he stared at me. I cursed him in my head for throwing me off course with the nickname I usually revelled in however not like this when it was used venomously.

"I'm not leaving Harry, I need to know what's happening. I can't live in the dark anymore." I said as firmly as I could manage, my eyes resting on his chest rather than his eyes which was easier. He scoffed.

"Amelia don't make me carry you out." I gaped at his threat.

"Harry, I-I need this, I need to know whose after me, what exactly they want, so I know what to look out for, please," I murmured softly, reaching my hand out to loosely grasp his fingers which we're dangling by his sides as he had let go of his crossed position. He let out a breath rubbing his temple with his other hand.

"Fine, whatever, I don't have time for this." He said semi coldly before turning on his heel and walking back to his seat which made the pretty blonde light up. I grumbled under my breath plopping down on the couch very ungracefully.

I rolled my eyes as Harry and the girl cast their glances at me simultaneously, intentionally showing attitude and some irritation that I simply could not hide.

"Silence!" A loud voice boomed across the room, my eyes widening as it registered that it was Harry who had effortlessly silenced the mumbled chatter that had been reverberating around the large room, I gulped my body tingling at the rough voice and the power he held within it.

God, was that hot.

"You all know what's happened," Harry said addressing everyone in the room. "I sent Horan to find any DNA or anything left behind. Horan, what have you found?" Harry demanded focusing his attention on Niall who adjusted his glasses nervously with all the attention suddenly directed at him.

"Well, I found a minuscule piece of DNA on the corner of the envelope, which I traced back to human DNA. There aren't any traces of supernatural blood within it. " He declared placing some papers onto of the coffee table, probably test results I guessed.

The information boggled my mind, truly. Human DNA?

"There's a match between this DNA and the one found on the day of the break in. We concluded both incidents are closely linked to the same person." 
I watched closely as Harry rubbed his hand along his sharp jaw in thought, nodding his head.

"Liam, you said you saw Tomlinson working with a human?" Harry asked, voice heavy and commanding. Liam nodded his head coolly from his position on one of the sofas, his leg crossed leisurely.

"Yep, he had him following him like a lapdog."

"So you think the person who took the pictures is working for Louis?" That blonde haired girl spoke, perfect eyebrows furrowed.

Zayn answered her.
"Most likely. I think he's got someone stupid enough to be doing all his dirty work for him."

"Zayn's right. Tomlinson always has his hands in more than one pot. I think the pictures were used as a distraction to throw us off something else. I think he's plotting something and we need to be ready." Harry commanded fiercely.

"John, Nick, and Zayn, I want you to bring me Tomlinson's lapdog, we can use him for interrogation. See what Louis' planning, then, we burn it down."

"Gigi, Perrie, I want you to scan every damn inch of this house for cameras, and my apartment. There's no way the pictures were taken manually." Harry said turning to face the blonde behind him, she nodded flashing him a soft smile which made my anger spike.

"But how would someone have installed cameras without us knowing?" A man who looked to be in his early thirties spoke up from the shadows of the room, his expression grim and voice deep and rough.
When he stepped into the light I had to hold myself back from widening my eyes--he had a deep jagged scar running down the side of his face, through his right eye. The sight made me shiver internally.

My focus switched to the conversation as a idea flooded my mind of how cameras could have been installed in a lot of different places at the same time, including Harry's apartment.

"The break in obviously," Gigi spoke in a dry voice, tone implying the person she was talking to was of a lower IQ than herself. I frowned at her rude tone but also at answer. It didn't fit, it wasn't possible to fit cameras that fast, when someone was on guard. It had to have happened when everyone was distracted, especially if the person was a regular human like me.

"No," I murmured softly, eyes fluttering from the floor to meet Gigi's eyes nervously. My cheeks flushed red at the undivided attention I received from the whole room, a sudden worry that what I was going to say would sound stupid or something. "That's not possible for a human. It must have-"

Gigi cut me off as she rudely interrupted.
"Of fucking course it's possible, how else do you think it happened?" She scoffed rolling her eyes, making my face burn with humiliation as I cast my glance back to the floor.

"Watch your mouth, Hadid. Remember who you're talking to." Harry's familiar voice barked coldly at her making my eyes snap up to him and a small smile of gratitude lingering on my lips. His words making me feel warm and giddy inside. His eyes met mine, softening slightly.

"Amelia, carry on." He said in a gentler tone than when he snapped at Gigi, it made me want to grin out of satisfaction and wave it in her perfect face.

"I was going to say, the cameras were probably fixed when everyone was distracted. . . Like when those people in masks 'randomly' attacked the HQ. We weren't in the apartment and everyone here was busy fighting, it would be the perfect opportunity." I murmured softly. I watched bashfully as Harry's eyes glinted in what looked to be pride which made my heart swell to three sizes larger than usual.

"She's right." Harry nodded, addressing everyone in the room. "It was the perfect opportunity. The pictures before that must have been taken manually."  Mumbled agreement reverberated around the room making me smile as a feeling of accomplishment fanned over me. I felt insanely good for one, showing that Gigi girl that I wasn't completely useless, and two for making Harry feel proud of me, it felt amazing.

"I want three people on patrol outside HQ tonight. I don't give a damn who, work that out amongst yourselves."

*
I thought the meeting would be over after that but I was so wrong, everyone spent hours going over notes and details, tracking, doing further tests, devising intricate plans, possible predictions of what Tomlinson's plan was, how to stop it, back up plans, etcetera, etcetera. Everything was combed through with a fine toothed comb, everyone knuckling down, people running hands through hair and angered voices over small disagreements. It was exhausting to watch.

Speaking of exhaustion, I could feel it covering me like a thick blanket of warmth, my stressful day combining with the hours spent sitting in one stationary place had made me nod off a few times, not gonna lie. My eyes would flutter shut, my body would relax for a few seconds before a raised voice or a sudden call of excitement would jolt me awake, this had been happening for an hour or so when Harry finally stood up and declared that the meeting was over and everyone was dismissed to go back to wherever they came from.

Thank the beautiful Lord.
People slowly trickled out one by one, most calling goodbyes to Harry, some shaking hands and even a few shoulder slaps before everything was finally silent and it was just me and Harry.

My eyes were closed however my sleepiness had worn off slightly as I felt the couch dip as Harry took a seat next to me, his arm falling over my shoulder heavily.
"You did well, doll." He murmured tugging me closer until I was curved against his chest, my eyes meeting his as I flushed with the minimal praise.

"I know right." I joked, making him roll his eyes, lips quirked upwards in the slightest. "Thanks for letting me stay," I mumbled, voice turning more serious than previous, he scoffed quietly in response.

"Not like you gave me much choice. But, I think you're right, you do need to know more about what's going on," He commented, face hard and voice determined, however it sounded like it killed him to admit that I was right for once. 

"Did that hurt?" I asked playfully, raising my eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes muttering something under his breath which sounded fairly colourful. I glanced at him feeling better after the meeting and knowing that there were people working incredibly hard to sort out what had happened and to take down what was happening. I was also relived that they didn't think I was that much of a target as of yet as well, claiming that the pictures were mostly like a side thing to distract us, mostly Harry.

I was still shaken at what had happened, the thought of someone ominously following me was downright terrifying but I felt safe beside Harry, I knew he would never let anyone hurt me and t hat was enough for me for now.

A gentle tap was delivered to my shoulder, Harry indicating that we should head upstairs most likely. Stretching like a kitten I yawned before standing up. Harry following with a grunt. We both headed upstairs, Harry letting me go before hand, he looked almost worried as if I was going to topple down the stairs due to being sleepy, I mean I looked sleepy, but it had worn off now. I felt much more awake.

Entering the bedroom Harry drifted off to grab a towel and a pair of fresh boxers as he muttered that he was going to take a shower. I yawned nodding my head as I began ruffling through my scattered clothing articles for something suitable to wear to bed.

I pulled out a small silky vest top which was a baby pink with lace detailing and some cotton shorts which matched. I didn't even know I owned these, it wasn't really something I typically wore however there didn't seem to be anything else that was bedtime worthy, so with a sigh I hurried to change before Harry got back out of his shower.

Just as I was walking forward, my full attention on tying the string of my shorts, Harry swung the bathroom door open stepping into the room which resulted in me walking straight into his hard, glistening chest.

His hand immediately supported my back so I wouldn't fall back flat on my butt as he steadied me against his toned body.

"Steady," He mumbled huskily, gaze dropping to graze my body up and down in my night clothes which made heat flush to my face. I licked my lips slowly as I ducked my head slightly so my gaze rested on his pectoral muscles. My mouth watering slightly.

His other hand snaked up my neck until he gripped my chin and nudged my head upwards to meet with his, a strangled breath leaving my lips as our lips moulded and moved together sensually. I could feel tingles shoot through my body as heat pooled at the bottom of my stomach making me squirm.

His tongue elicited a whimper from me as he eased us backwards slowly until the back of my knees hit the edge of the soft mattress, my arms snaked around his neck tightly as he lowered us down onto the bed gently.

"Shh," He soothed brushing hair from my face as he bent down to kiss me again, this kiss very different from any kiss we'd shared so far. This one was hungry, eager and more fast paced than the rest. He grunted as his mouth left mine, pressing soft kisses along my jawline and down my neck. His gentle kisses turned into sucking on one particular spot, occasionally soothing it with his tongue to ease the small pricking pain. I whimpered, arching my back into his body as my body flushed with pleasure like never before. Intense feelings were zipping along my nervous system making me feel absolutely electrified. He moved back, his body leant on his forearm, bicep bulging from the strain, his hair fell messily down his shoulders hanging around his face. He licked his pink lips, eyes dark with lust and passion as he eyed the mark that he had no doubt left on me.

I shyly tugged his lips back to my own by pressing my fingertips into the back of his neck, my body craving his, unable to comprehend anything other than Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry. His hand snaked up under my top, his hand brushing over my stomach and towards the edge of my bra where his hand confidently cupped my entire left breast within his hand and delivered a firm squeeze a groan leaving his lips, my body arched whimpering loudly at the pleasurable feeling shot straight through me.

We parted, both of our chests rising and falling at abnormal paces as we panted from the intense make out, however I wasn't satisfied, my body was hot and tense and it needed a release which made me squirm and whimper uncomfortably. The feeling never having been so intense ever before as it was now.
His green eyes, nearly completely dilated burned into my own, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Tell me what you want, baby." He commanded, his voice low and gravelly, as his hand squeezed my breast again making my eyes flutter. My cheeks flushed pink as I lowered my gaze, I didn't know what I wanted, I just wanted Harry, I squirmed unable to get any words out so I raised my hips meeting his desperately unable to get over the embarrassment and actually tell him with words.  His hand shot away from my breast and immediately pinned my hips to the bed with one hand, his strength overpowering mine in a nanosecond as irritation flickered across his face.

"No," He scolded, "Use your words."

I buried my face into his neck, mumbling words into his slightly sweaty skin.

"T-touch me," I breathed, my thighs clenching to ease some of the pressure that had built up so high I just knew the fall would be drastic. It was as if that was all he had been waiting for as soon as the words left my lips he was peppering my face with kisses as his body moved down my body slightly towards my chest, before he moved to sit up, pulling me up with him. He re-arranged our position so he was leant against the headboard and I was sat on his lap, my back facing his chest. I was relieved and I was suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude at the idea that he may have arranged us this way so I wouldn't be directly facing him which would make this easier for my shy self. I appreciated the gesture immensely, never had anyone been so considerate towards me in my life.

His hand snaked down my body towards the hem of my cotton shorts, my body tensing against his hard chest.

"Shh, relax, doll. I'm here." He soothed, lips pressing into my neck from behind as I nodded trying to relax my body for him. My heart was hammering against my ribcage with anticipation and I was sure he could hear it with his enhanced hearing as his ring clad hand slipped under the soft material of my shorts, his thumb skimming my sensitive heat slowly. My hand immediately shot out to grip his tattooed forearm as a shot of unexpected pleasure shot through me, I could feel the muscles flexing as he began running loose circles over the top of my knickers making my back arch and thighs attempt to shut together, the feeling so intense it had stars spotting my vision, I felt close to tears and my stomach was clenched in a tight knot. Surely this must be to do with us being soulmates for I had never felt something so strong in my entire existence-- I frankly didn't think it was possible.

"Oh, no you don't," he murmured lowly, his other arm coming around to grip my thigh in his hand and spread my legs wider for him, I felt safe as my heart fluttered as I was basically encased within his muscly arms, both stained with ink on my either side, and his chest up against my back. I felt content.

My breathing was already irregular but as he suddenly picked up the pace and the pressure of his fingers a choked gasp escaped my lips as my chest heaved with stolen breath, the delicious pleasure washing over me in mind numbing ways. His lips began pressing wet kisses against my neck adding to the feeling whilst his hand remained at a steady pace. He suddenly pushed my knickers aside, his long finger dragging along my slit tortuously slow making me whimper as my head rolled back onto his shoulder unable to support it any longer. I could feel a light sweat lining my brow from the increased temperature of the room all of a sudden as his fingers rubbed tight, firm circles onto my clit making me whine at the slightly too intense feeling. I squirmed in his lap, feeling my butt brush firmly against something hard behind me which made a throaty groan leave Harry's lips as his fingers jerked.

"S-sorry." I breathed out, my cheeks flushed and barely able to get my words out as he growled, fingers picking up the pace as the heat in my stomach grew and the knot grew tighter. His finger then nudged slightly inside my folds feeling for my entrance to which he gently nudged his finger into, however a sharp intake of breath was taken at the discomfort I felt, my hand squeezing his forearm as I cried out his name weakly.

"It's alright. Sorry, baby," he whispered soothingly as his finger removed itself from my entrance, however he laid it flat, pushing it into my folds to it was pressed firmly against me, I was confused at first until he slid it upwards sharply, the tip connecting with my clit whilst the length of it ground along my slit. Every inch of my heat bustling with overwhelming pleasure as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

He then sped up his pace drastically, the cold metal of his ring brushing the bottom of my heat, and the tip of finger repeatedly nudging my clit, his hand working faster and faster, the muscles in his arms flexing as he worked them. I moaned loudly feeling heat bloom onto my cheeks straight after, however I knew I was close to my release as the pressure built up, rendering me unable to open my eyes anymore as my toes curled, thighs trembling with anticipation.

A few more quick strokes and a few nips to the neck was all it took for me to crash and burn, the pressure building up high as I froze, my muscles tense, before my eyes were forced shut as the overwhelming pleasure of my orgasm crashed over me. My mouth opening in a high pitched elongated moan and a cry of Harry's name as my back arched against Harrys firm chest, thighs shaking as my hips bucked uncontrollably against Harry's hands, my hand shooting to grab ahold of the back of his neck as I came harder than I think I ever have in my entire life.

"That's it baby, let it out." Harry spoke, fingers still rubbing firmly as he let out a throaty groan of his own out. Another moan left my lips as I felt the pressure build up once again, tears forming along my waterline as I whimpered at the intense feeling.

"H-Harry. . No," I didn't think my body could take on another orgasm and I didn't even think it was possible to have two orgasms at once, although the mounting pressure told me otherwise.

"You can do it, Sweetheart."

More firm circles, more grinding, nudging, even flicking my clit and I was done for once again, my heart beating so fast it was almost worrying as a loud cry of Harry's name escaped my lips, unable to think about even attempting to be quiet. My back arched once again as my hips jerked, my fingertips pressing into Harry's neck whilst Harry continued to pleasure me until it became too much and even the slightest touch to my clit had my whole body jerking. I gently tugged his forearm and closed my legs together indicating to him to stop. He did, at once and slipped his hand out of my shorts.

My body went completely still, lying dazed and feeling floaty on top of Harry's body as I barely registered him turning me around so I was straddling him and bringing my head to the crook of his neck softly as he cradled me within his firm arms. A low whimper escaping my lips here and there whilst he shushed me stroking my hair and allowing me to fully come back to myself again after that mind numbing experience.

A/N: I know what's going to happen now and hopefully you will all like it. I've thought it over and it will be eased into the story slowly!

(Btw sorry if the smut was bad, it's not my strong point)

I hope you liked that! It's like 40 pages long or something so 😝🤗😀😁

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