Hero

There was absolutely no mistaking his smirking face, the same face that had stared at me whilst making perverted comments towards me, the same smirking face that always had one of his thick arms wrapped around my sister, that same smirk and evil glint in his eye when he tried to assault me whilst my sister was out of the house, when I was only fifteen.

Dean.

He was my sisters boyfriend for a good year or so before I left, they were still together actually before I came here, he often joined in on the name calling and taunting that my sister and her friends so regularly enjoyed. But why was he here? They said they caught the guy working for Louis but how could that be Dean? Last I checked he was busy cheating on my sister, how is he here? When did he leave England? Where's my sister?

So many questions powered through my head as I stepped slightly behind one of Harry's bulky arms in a weak attempt to not let Dean see me. My hands shaking at the sight of someone I once knew, never liked, but knew caught up in this mess. It was incomprehensible.

"Stay here." Harry whispered to me firmly when we reached Zayn who was standing with his arms crossed off to the side watching Dean with disgust.

I watched nervously as Harry stalked over to Dean, jaw clenched and back muscles taut underneath his shoulder blades, he stopped when he was directly in front of him and after a few seconds of tense silence he abruptly swung his fist back and punched him square in the jaw emanating a loud crack and a shout of pain to echo throughout the dark room. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as Harry retracted looking satisfied.

"On what conditions are you working under Tomlinson?" Harry asked with a hard voice, shoulders tense as be stood a few feet away from Dean who currently had blood dripping down his mouth. He stayed silent refusing to answer which made Harry growl and take a threatening step forward which made Dean flinch. I had never seen Harry behave in such a way and it was frightening to say the least.

"M. .money." He slurred, voice sounding like he was drunk due to the damage done to his jaw. I winced at the pure power in Harry's fist, however I knew that wasn't probably even half of it.

"Why have you been stalking Amelia?" Harry questioned loudly, however this time Dean didn't answer, he remained quiet. Harry scoffed before he glared at Dean intensely for a few seconds and suddenly Dean was gasping for breath, writhing on the chair making it rock from side to side with ominous scraping sounds.

"What's he doing to him?" I questioned Zayn frantically because it didn't look like Harry was doing anything, he wasn't even touching him!

"Draining the water from his body." Zayn replied, what looked to be a small smirk of amusement on his face. My head snapped back to Dean when he yelled out loudly.

"Okay! Okay! . . D. . Distraction," he slurred.

Harry stormed forward gripping him by his collar and lifted him, my mouth falling open as Dean was lifted to eye level with Harry along with the chair, Harry's biceps flexing massively and enlarging to press against his chest, I nearly fell over from shock at the mere strength within Harry. I knew he was built but damn. I shivered at the realisation that if I ever got on the wrong side of him, or if he lost his temper. .

"From what?" Harry hissed, teeth gritted as he walked forwards Dean still lifted by his collar and slammed him into the wall, the chair breaking with the force so Dean was left hanging. "Don't make me repeat the question," Harry snarled bringing him back to slam him into the wall again after a few second of silence.

"I-injections, he. .he's genetically manipulating. . Humans, to. . Create a. . Army. ." Dean trailed off before slumping and falling unconscious to which Harry scoffed and dropped him to the ground delivering a sharp kick to his side.

"Fucking weak piece of shit," Harry spat before he shook out his hand and stalked forward towards us, my stomach twisting with nerves after what I had just witnessed and heard also.

Army? Injections?

"Did you get that?" Harry asked Zayn who was no longer smirking but was now looking awfully grim, his expression worrying me further.

Zayn nodded simply.

"Nineteen-fifty-three, Claud, exceptional scientist genetically manipulated thirty women to form an army, something went wrong causing a malfunction. The women resorted to manic cannibalism. There were no survivors." Zayn added robotically, my stomach churning in disgust at the load of Information and an instant hatred of that Claud guy developed. I shivered imagining what those poor innocent women must have gone through.

Harry rubbed his sharp jaw In thought.
"That was one of the files stolen wasn't it, the one on Claud. Tomlinson's trying to re-create one of the most horrific crimes committed in New York." Harry spoke, teeth gritted and jaw tightened. His shoulders were tense and he looked big and scary. He looked like the powerful hero he was that I had seemed to forget over the past few weeks with is increasing gentle manner with me.

"What do we do? We can't just sit around?" Zayn asked with underlying panic within his voice as he looked to Harry in hope.

"We need to see exactly what he's doing, we need to be aware of every step he takes before we act. You know Tomlinson, the sick bastard has at least three backup plans and something unexpected up his sleeve." Harry spoke solemnly, voice filled with hatred and anger.

"Tie that piece of shit up." Harry spoke dismissively before possessively grabbing my hand and tugging me out of the room without a word, I had no choice but to follow along with his tight grip, my legs jogging slightly to keep up with his long legs, our hands were not entwined affectionately but more like mine was gripped in his large hand with force and possession. It wasn't at all affectionate and I believed it was due to what we had just heard.

We climbed the steps and he slammed open the door roughly making me yelp quietly as it collided with the wall behind it creating a loud bang that echoed throughout the corridor.

"Harry, calm down, please." I pleaded quietly however I was ignored as he carried on walking, the only indication I got that he had heard what I said was due to the muscle in his jaw jumping. Reaching out I tentatively placed a hand on his forearm whilst we continued to stalk down the corridor in a angered flurry.

"Harry. ." I trailed off watching as his jaw unclenched itself and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly with my touch, his pace slowing although I don't think he realised. I bit my lip trying to hide my grin at the fact that his body had unconsciously calmed down without his knowledge. I wondered wether that was due to us taking another step in our soul mate connection, or wether he just relaxed by himself.

Opening the door to the living room I found quite a lot of people sat around either watching TV, tapping away on phones or chatting. To my displeasure Gigi shot up out of her seat and came rushing over with a concerned look.

"Harry, what's wrong?" She gushed reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder which made my eye twitch with irritation, however I was pleased when Harry roughly shrugged her hand off.

"Tomlinson's re-creating the Claud incident." Is all he said, jaw clenching as he stared at everyone around the room with dark intense eyes. The reaction was immediate as Gigi flinched and a round of gasps echoed around the large space. A few different people standing up and yelling in outrage or shooting questions at Harry.

"Quiet!" He shouted, a vein in his neck becoming prominent due to his restrained anger and now frustration.

"I need Gigi, Bella, and Lance to go undercover to Tomlinson's base, retrieve samples, data, recordings, as much information as possible. Then, when the time is right, we will ambush him, and rescue any survivors." Harry stated. "Zayn and Niall will sort you out with equipment. You leave tomorrow." He said in a unwavering firm voice before turning on his heel and leaving the now quiet room tugging me behind him, my hand still held in possession by his large hand however now we walked at a much calmer pace.

I had been contemplating for the last ten minutes on wether I should tell him about knowing Dean or not but I had come to the decision that I should tell him as hiding it would be of no use and maybe if I told him it would somehow come in use.

"Harry, don't freak out, but I used to know that man," I murmured nervously afraid of what his reaction would be. His head snapped down to face me with a crease between his brows, eyes gradually growing darker.

"You what?" He hissed incredulously stopping in the middle of the hallway making my eyes go wide. I gulped facing the ground as I scuffed my toe against the ground without answering him. I felt a stab of sudden irritation in the back of my mind, so fleeting and brief but it was there right before Harry gripped my chin and nudged it upwards. "I asked you a fucking question Amelia, I expect an answer." He growled making me bite my lip not liking how he was being so intimidating. I also realised that the stab of irritation didn't belong to me as I didn't feel irritated in the least.

"He's my. . well was my sisters boyfriend before I left for the states," I murmured softly, gently unwrapping his hand from its possessive hold and entwining our fingers neatly. "He was a complete butt." I added my eyes flickering to his. His lips twitched for a second before the fell back to their scowl.

"Why the fuck is he here then? That fucking prick didn't follow you here did he!" He suddenly spat in anger turning around and making a start for the basement probably but I quickly reacted by scurrying in front of him and pressing my palms against his firm pectoral muscles.

"No no! I'm sure it's not that. I always suspected he was into drugs so the money would appeal to him," I appeased Harry before I timidly slid my hand from his chest upwards to cup his firm jaw in my hand. "Calm down," I whispered watching in awe as his body slowly stopped being so taut and tense.

"Stop that," he suddenly hissed making me slowly retract my hand as hurt stung my chest. I stared up at him wide eyes as he shook his head. "I'm trying really fucking hard to be angry but every time you touch me it just drains away," he cursed looking frustrated as he held my wrist between his fingertips and away from his body as if I was going to contaminate him.

"Aw tha-,"

"No I'm not trying to be nice, I fucking mean it. It literally drains away. God help me, but I think after last night you have some weird ability to calm me down, and I don't fucking like it." He clenched his jaw, eyes ablaze with irritation as he glared at me intensely as I rocked back and forth on my feet feeling awkward as I was really happy with the suggestion but I was trying to hide it.

"I'm sorry," I murmured and he scoffed.

"No you're fucking not." I grinned shyly nudging his shoulder before I bravely leaned up on my very tippy toes to reach his cheek however I stumbled only landing a kiss on his jawline.

"Come on, it's not a bad thing," I said softly as he let out a loud frustrated breath.

"What are you doing to me, woman."

A/N: I wanted this to be longer and I wanted to add another scene but I also really needed to get something out so.

This fanfic makes me realise how lonely I am fml