Hero

HARRY

"I want you to bring him to me," I commanded Zayn, my voice firm and radiating authority daring someone to refuse my orders. Zayn agreed to my plan of bringing Tomlinson's little minion over so we could get some answers out of him and see what he was up to and was going to set off tomorrow. Zayn cracked his knuckles grinning maliciously.

"I can't wait to get my hands on hi-" His voice faded as someting burned straight through my core, my chest and stomach muscles tensing to the point that I had to shoot out a hand to support myself, before I had even gotten over the confusion a loud scream cut through the air making everything fall into place. I was off my feet and racing towards the stairs before Zayn or anyone else for that matter could even comprehend what had happened, however I could, I knew.

It was Amelia, and thoughts burned through my mind of what could possibly have happened to make her scream like that, of course there was always a possibility that it could be something small and insignificant like a spider or something, but I could tell it was something much bigger, more serious. I raced around corners and corridors cursing myself for having a bedroom that was so far up into the house as images of her possibly being hurt flashed through my mind making me chest ache with something unknown.

Turning the final corner I saw her, she was pressed against the wall, chest heaving and white as a sheet.

"Amelia," I rushed taking her petite shoulders into my hands as I ran my hands down her arms checking her body for any signs of physical damage. "What's wrong, why did you scream? Does something hurt?" I said firmly but all she did was take a rattling breath while shaking her head, pearly tears over spilling her lash line and making tracks on her soft cheeks.

"Okay, okay. Just breathe, baby." I said titling her chin up with my hand and shushing her gently as I emphasized my breathing a bit to help her whilst I really had to try to fight my instincts that were telling me to demand answers of what had hurt her and then tear them limb my limb. I was feeling pissed as hell, absolutely fuming that someone had reduced my girl to terrified tears and rattling breaths, I was itching to let it out somehow, on someone but I had to remember to control my anger as it would only result in a more frightened Amelia.

I felt her knees buckle but my reflexes were quick enough that I darted my hands out and caught her, pulling her towards my chest as I gently sunk us to the ground allowing her to lean against the wall whilst I crouched in front. I couldn't understand what was wrong with her and what had drawn such a dramatic reaction out of her. I wiped away her tears as much as I could but it was pointless as they were replaced with more before I had even pulled my hand away. I faintly heard Zayn coming up behind me probably to check on what the scream was about.

"Amelia, I need you to tell me what happened. Are you hurt?" I stressed. She didn't look hurt physically, but who knows, she's wearing like five layers of clothing so I couldn't see anything if I even tried, and there was no fucking way I was going to lift her sweater up in front of other people. Her sweet little body wasn't for other peoples eyes. She shook her head, a sob leaving her lips as I sighed in irritation unsure of what to do. I fucking hated this, not knowing what was wrong because I couldn't control it and I hated not being in control of a situation.

"Mate," I felt a hand on my shoulder which I quickly identified as Zayn. "I think you need to see this," He gulped. If it wasn't for the nervous tone of voice and the slight tremor that accompanied it there was no way in hell I would have turned away from Amelia, but something told me this was something I really did need to see. In that time I saw Perrie, Ashton and that bitch Haley come around the corner. I rolled my eyes knowing that Amelia wouldn't want this many people seeing her so upset but of course no one would have taken that into consideration. I stood up as Zayn handed me something, a stack of printed, high quality photographs by the look of it. The first picture on the pile being a picture of Amelia lugging two suitcases and three bags all by herself into her old apartment building looking cute as ever. I frowned in confusion as I slid it to the back of the pile to look at the next one. It was of her standing at a Cafe. The next one was of her walking home alone at night. This made me grit my teeth at her stupidity. It also reminded me of when I had rescued her.

Flipping through them all I had slowly realised what wad going on, everything fell into place. This was the reason for her tears. I gritted my teeth so hard they felt as if they were going to crack any minute and my fists were beginning to clench as I felt the edges of my vision being blurred by red. I felt someone take the pictures out of my hand slowly before I damaged them, but this only set me off as I spun around to face whoever had taken them and I found it to be Ashton. Before I knew what I was doing he was pinned to the wall by his collar as I glared at him, I wasn't even glaring at him, I just needed to take me anger out on something before I exploded and took it out on the wrong person, that person being Amelia.

"What sort of sick joke is this?" I growled, the sound low and rumbling as I let go of the puny bastard only to bring back my fist and slam it through the wall, using all of my strength for once, which resulted in my fist going all the way through, large cracks ran along the entire wall bringing me a sense of satisfaction. I heard multiple gasps but only one stood out, it was different. Smaller and timid, but raspy from crying. It was my girl. The reminder of her tears made white hot rage burn through me as I grasped Zayn by the collar.

"I said, what sort of sick joke is this?" I yelled in his face, shaking him while Perrie yelled something incomprehensible.

"Mate, calm down. You're scaring your girl, and we'll figure this out." Zayn said patting my cheek roughly in a effort to snap me out of it. He was unfazed by my temper having seen plenty of it before, therefore he knew I wouldn't break his jaw for the simple act. One of very few anyway. "Horan, scan them for fingerprints, DNA, anything. I want the location of where they were printed, time they were taken, camera make, everything-- in two hours." Zayn snapped at Horan, although I hadn't even been aware he was here. I heard footsteps and a weak 'Yes Boss'.

I let go of Zayn shaking out my fist and rolling my shoulders. I needed to go to the gym but there was no time for that, I needed to find out who the hell had taken these shots without my knowledge and I needed to come up with an idea to destroy them using the most agonising technique I could find. I put that aside for now. Right now I needed to focus on Amelia, and sorting this mess out, I was the leader, and I needed to not let my temper get the best of me.

First the break in and now these pictures? Something was missing, I was missing a crucial detail. A mole prehaps? If somone had had the audacity to double cross me, I would find them and then they would be left wishing they had never been conceived.

My anger had no way disspitated but I knew how to control it, I knew how to use my anger and push it into forming lethal strategies, training to be the best, training my team to be as deadly as possibe, this is what made me the best. I didn't fight like a Hero should. I fought like a villain, like a criminal, the only difference was I was fighting for betterment. I didn't get my stregnth from happiness and love, I got my strength from anger and the taste of revenge.

Inhaling a breath I attempted to swallow down my rage so I could concentrate on the task at hand.

"Malik, gather every single imbecile that works for me within an hour." I demanded. He nodded clearly in agreement with my unsaid plan as he slapped my shoulder roughly as he walked away, putting his phone to his ear as he went.

"You three secure the area before everyone arrives. Now." I spat getting a sick sense of satisfaction upon seeing the slight twinge of fear within their eyes as they scurried off leaving me and Amelia alone in the corridor giving me exactly an hour to clean her up and find  out the details.

Turning around I crouched down beside her and helped her to her feet, my arm going around her waist to support he as I led her into my bedroom.

"Go wash your face sweetheart." I instructed fighting to keep my voice calm, my hands were shaking from not being able to unleash my anger but I had to hold it together for Amelia.

She nodded quietly and headed off whilst I took a seat on the edge of the bed running a hand through my hair.
Things were going to get serious around here pretty damn quick. Amelia stepped back into the room drying her face with my towel which she neatly folded and placed on a chair before she shyly walked towards me. I separated my legs pulling her closer and tugging her to sit on my lap, she gasped shifting uncomfortably as he cheeks flushed making me roll my eyes at her innocence. 

"I need you to tell me where you found the pictures, any details you noticed, anyone acting strange on your way up. I need to know." I asked her, my hand tightening around her thigh to emphasise how serious I was being.

AMELIA

I gulped nodding my head as I tried to concentrate whilst being in such close proximity with Harry, it was making my heart beat faster and the butterflies fluttered crazily within my stomach. Although some of the butterflies were from genuine sickness at the horrid situation and the realisation that I was being stalked. A cold shiver ran through me.

"Well, there was just a red envelope pinned to the door," I commented blandly making him roll his eyes at my unseasoned response.

"Useless." He muttered under his breath making me scoff quietly.

"There wasn't anyone around, and no, no one was acting strange." I added on making him purse his pink lips in thought.  I leaned forward resting my head against his shoulder nervously, feeling unsure of myself and my actions although I felt comfortable enough to do so. He clearly didn't mind as his hand came up to rest against my back rubbing it slowly making my eyes flutter.

"Harry, I'm scared," I whispered into his ear like it was a big secret or something that could only be shared with him. Well, it wasn't a secret but I didn't want everyone finding out about how much of a wimp I actually was considering me being Titanium's soulmate and it would hardly look good that the boss was paired with someone not only human, but a complete scaredy cat as well.

"You know I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, don't you?" He asked, his grip tightening around me as he nudged his nose into the side of my head urging me to lift my head so we could connect our gazes. I nodded quietly.

"I know, but. . In all those pictures, you weren't in them. I was alone." I commented on what I had noticed throughout the horrid snaps of me. His green eyes were dark, pupils dilated with simmering anger and a muscle in his jaw jumped from time to time.

"It's mind games, they're trying to make it seem that they had you alone by either the angle of the camera or they just edited me out. Fear can be a person's biggest downfall." He explained, my eyes focused on the close proximity of his plump lips whilst I drew some comfort from his words that it was all a mind game and he had actually been right there with me.

It was surprising how much I relied on Harry for protection and comfort these days.
"I know but. . . " I trailed off uneasily shifting on his lap as I felt him stiffen from the action.

"Amelia." He said firmly, brows furrowed and green eyes growing darker with irritation. I knew this irked him, me being unsure about my safety always irked him. Maybe because I was implying that I didn't trust him and his abilities would keep me safe, it was like I was doubting his strength and power although I really wasn't. I did trust him, but lately things seemed to be happening that shouldn't be. The break in, the historic files being stolen, someone getting past security, the photos, someone obviously getting in again to pin them to the door, unless someone from here was double crossing us. . . . The thought made me shiver. God I hope not. My mind flashed to Claw, the horrid lady who had tried to kill me that day I had gone with Harry but Harry had assured me he had dealt with her and she wouldn't be returning anytime soon.

I really hoped she wouldn't be.

"How many times have I told you that I won't let anything happen to you, stop doubting me," He said, voice wavering on the line between annoyed and angry. I could tell the previous anger has simmered down but not evaporated completely so keeping his voice steady was taking a lot of effort I could tell.

I appreciated him trying to stay calm as to not frighten me.

I glanced up at his dark irises before my eyes flicked to his inviting pink lips on their own accord, my heart skipping a beat in my chest at the thought of kissing those again.

"I don't doubt you, I promise." I breathed out unsure of wether our close proximity had always been this way or if we were growing closer. Our noses brushed and my heart accelerated as his hand came up to tangle in my hair at the back of my head where he pushed my head forward connecting our lips together in a domineering kiss. My eyes fell shut as I enjoyed the hot electricity running through my veins and the goosebumps sprinkling across my arms as our lips moved together. This kiss was different than our previous ones, it was more forceful, more desperate. I gripped the back of his neck as I felt his tongue swipe along my lip making me arch my back slightly in pleasure as our tongues explored every crevice.

I felt him adjust me before I felt myself being lowered carefully onto the bed, all the while our lips loved together seamlessly. Passion and burning desire pouring through us. This was nothing like kissing Jake, this was so different and so much better. I knew this was my soul mate I was kissing. I could feel it in my veins.

Our lips detached as I gasped for breath, my chest heaving with excitement rushing through me, however Harry wasn't finished with his delectable assault as I soon felt moist lips press onto my jawline and make a trail further down my neck and throat whilst he leaned above me. One arm supporting him as the other slipped underneath my sweater, warm hand skimming across my stomach as he sucked gently at a spot on my neck that made me arch my back and moan softly.

I tugged his hair earning myself a grunt of what I hoped was pleasure as I breathed out his name, my hips moving on the bed as I squirmed in pleasure. However I was surprisingly left disappointed when a loud knock interrupted our heated session. I gasped my arms wrapping around Harry's neck tighter as the knock startled me after being lost in Harry's world. I felt slightly disoriented and fuzzy as if I had been taken away but then brought slamming back to reality. Harry, much to my pleasure seemed as disappointed as me making me happy that whatever desire I had been feeling was reciprocated, although my desire came from my feelings of infatuation however his, I wasn't so sure. He let out a low groan into my ear before he pressed another kiss to the spot he had been sucking and gently dragging his teeth across before he raised up a bit.

"What?" He called back rolling his eyes as he clenched his jaw I'm irritation whilst his dark eyes scanned me from head to toe, his tongue swiping across his lips.

"Everyone's arrived like you asked mate, they're all waiting in the main room." Zayn's voice came through the door making Harry let out a grunt of frustration.

"Alright, I'm coming." He called back, the sound of footsteps fading away slowly as Harry turned his attention to me making my cheeks heat up as I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment and bashfulness making him chuckle.

"This isn't over, Doll." Harry murmured, voice husky from kissing and lips red and plump. I smiled feeling slightly intimidated by what he had implied but also excited and nervous. It made my stomach flutter as I peeked out of my hands to find him watching me with lips quirked upwards which made me giggle.

I sat up tucking some hair behind my ear before I reached up and tucked some behind Harry's ear as well making his eyes soften slightly before they hardened again, brows furrowing once again.

"It's time for one hell of a meeting." He said distastefully, jaw clenched once again and just like that my little bubble of happiness from kissing Harry popped as I tumbled back to reality and what lay upon us.

A/N: long chapter •• VOMMENT :-)
Make outttt YASS.
I wanted to fit the meeting in but then it would have taken SO LONG and it's been awhile-- which I am sorry about!

I hope you like my story so far! If you do check out my other HS AU fic called Arranged With Style. ❤️❤️❤️

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