Hero

I'm at work eating a blueberry muffin writing this listening to Niall on the radio 🙃

HARRY

Once I was sure Amelia wouldn't awaken, I shifted her off my chest, grunting when her thigh brushed against my still hard cock. I laid her onto the bed making sure she was comfortable and placed her ugly minion beside her before standing up and stretching my limbs and heading towards the shower to take care of my throbbing cock. Seeing Amelia with her innocent face screwed up in pleasure managed to harden me instantly for some reason. Although, I should be pissed that I hadn't gotten a return-- and before Amelia I would have been, but now things were different. I felt satisfied with being able to pleasure Amelia not caring in the least wether or not it was reciprocated or not. Plus, I didn't expect anything of her yet anyway, she was my shy innocent baby with her timid glances and pretty smiles who I didn't want to push. I could wait.

Which was fucking strange because patience is not and has never been my thing, but Amelia really brings out the best in me without me being able to even control it. I try to shout less around her, I try to be less intimidating, I try to make her feel as comfortable and as safe as I possibly can because seeing her happy and safe somehow makes my day, as fucking pathetic as that sounds. Seeing her cry, with her face scrunched up in anything but happiness and pleasure makes my blood absolutely boil, I just want to destroy whoever is responsible because my beautiful girl doesn't deserve anything but happiness.

Taking off my clothes I stepped into the lukewarm water standing under the shower, hissing as the powerful shower hit my package.

I knew I cared about Amelia. There was no point in denying it now, I had tried to avoid it and deny it as much as possible but she had caught me with her pure smile and big brown eyes. I was stuck. I didn't want to care, but it was too late because now I did, and I fucking knew it was going to get me into shit. It was perfect leverage for my enemy's, as if being my soulmate and my only weakness wasn't enough, now she's my soulmate that I actually give a damn about.

If something happened to her before, it would have drained me of my powers but mentally and emotionally I would have been fine, but now anything happens to her, not only do my powers get drained, but I'd completely loose my shit and my sense of rationality. Instead of leading my team as heroes I'd probably get them all killed and become a liability.

And that's exactly what my enemies would want.

But there was nothing I could do about it now apart from protect her as well as I possibly can. I will. I will fucking obliterate anyone who dares cause her an inch of pain. They will regret the fucking day they were conceived.

I stared at my newly damaged knuckles with a satisfied smirk.

I had paid Dean a little visit after Amelia had told me about her family who seemed like a bunch of inconsiderate fuckers if I'm honest, I have no idea how my pretty baby was ever part of that family with her kind-hearted personality and her innocent aurora. After Amelia had told me about what Dean had told everyone back home to make them hate her even more I was fuming, I saw red, although Amelia calmed me down with her small hands and gentle touches which I don't fucking know how is possible since when I'm angry-- I'm fucking angry, but I remained calm until she fell asleep and then I went to give him exactly what he deserved the piece of shit. I could still hear his pleas and and pathetic begging, and honestly it was a pleasurable sound, as sick and twisted as that sounds, I relished in every powerful punch and kick knowing how his words had hurt my girl.

I know I had anger problems, and feeling like that wasn't possibly normal but I didn't give a single shit. In my eyes he hurt her, so I hurt him. Simple.

She was my soulmate, making her mine to protect.

AMELIA

Humming under my breath I happily sashayed down the corridor towards the living room I shivered as my mind wandered to last night and the incredible experience I had shared with Harry. A little breathless giggle left my lips as I felt warmth flower in my chest at the thought of Harry. Oh, God. I was turning into a preteen again. Pressing my hands to my warming cheeks I smiled bashfully before I turned into the living room seeing Harry sat with Zayn and a few others I didn't recognise looking serious as they conversed with each other.

My footsteps seemed to alert them to my presence and they raised their gazes to me instantly quieting as they watched me wearily. I smiled weakly as my cheeks flooded with colour my eyes on Harry who sat stoic without much of an expression although I could see the faint hint of softness that had formed in his green eyes upon my entrance. I walked through until I was next to Harry sending him shy smile before I sat down next to him, so close that one of my legs was nearly raised above his thigh.

He raised an eyebrow whilst the others got back to their conversation this time leaving Harry out as he turned his attention to me.

"Hi," I breathed leaning my face upwards for a kiss. Harry gazed at me for awhile before leaning forward and granting me a soft kiss. I closed my eyes humming under my breath as we parted. "What are you doing?" I asked leaning my head on his shoulder, his arm came to wrap around my waist as he pulled me tighter against him, resting his large hand on my thigh. My skin tingling at the contact.

"Gigi and the other two will be back today," he replied, his face dark slightly with evident tension and worry. I raised my hand to cup his cheek hesitantly, although the fact the only name he mentioned happened to be Gigi's didn't really make me ecstatic.

"Are you worried about what they've found our?" I asked peering up at him through my lashes. He gave me brief tip of the head.

"It will undoubtedly be something we don't wish to hear." He spoke gruffly. Jaw clenched tight. I leaned up to brush our lips together softly again reassuring him slightly although the fact that Harry was worried scared me a whole lot.

He didn't say much just pressed a brief kiss to my temple before turning his attention back to the others.

"You know, there's been another kidnapping. A young women, barely twenty was taken two days ago. And a week before that, another girl was taken, she was only fourteen. They're getting worse, it's apparent that we really need to finish that Louis bastard for good this time." A serious looking guy, who looked to be in his early forties said. He had straight white teeth and black hair. He was remarkably handsome.

Harry nodded curtly.

"I know, Richard. He's getting bolder, as soon as Gigi and her team returns we'll have the intel we need to end this. Once and for fucking all." Harry snarled low in his throat. His face strained and clearly tired of all the mess of Louis Tomlinson. It was obviously taking its toll on him being the leader of the Heroes, I knew he felt personally responsible for each and every mishap that happened and wasn't stopped. It was a strain I wished I could remove from his shoulders.

I shuddered at the thought of those poor innocent women taken away from their lives to be enrolled in whatever plan Louis had in the works, it was a terrifying thought.

Truly.

*

"They're here!" A voice shouted a few hours later from the front of the large house. Everyone immediately responded by leaping to their feet and hurrying towards the front door-- of course I followed, just in time to see Gigi, another girl and an unknown male stumble through the doors looking pretty messed up and rough.

Gigi rushed forward looking stricken and also pissed off as she grabbed Harry's forearm, my brow immediately furrowing at the action. Out of everyone in the room she just had to go grabbing what didn't belong to her.

And before I could mull over my possessive thoughts she was suddenly shouting manically and pointing at me.

"It's her! Someone here is working for Tomlinson and its her." Gigi growled glaring at me with such hatred I flinched from my position beside Perrie. I heard Harry snarl as he nudged her alway.

"What fucking shit are you saying, Hadid?" His low baritone voice trembled with barely controlled rage, his fists clenching at his sides as a wave of anger passed over me, making my eyes flutter at the sensation, which was not a particularly pleasant one.

"Does she put out so well that you've lost all sense?" Gigi hissed sending a hateful glance in my direction whilst I stood with my mouth open unable to comprehend what on earth was happening. Why was she shouting about me? What the hell had I done? My cheeks coloured at her words as a few people turned to look at me making me shuffle uncomfortably.

"We overheard Louis talking about having a spy from our side, and it's her, don't you see? It's perfect. She's been fucking with us this entire time." Gigi stated glaring at me. The brunette behind her stepped forward and nodded resolutely.

"She was the one who found the pictures, who's to say that she didn't just plant them there herself. And the way she just 'appeared' in New York seems all too convenient."

I gasped at her accusations looking at her incredulously. People seriously couldn't be believing her could they?

Silence rung in the room for a few seconds before I heard Harry inhale deeply and turn to face me, his expression unreadable as everyone in the room seemed to hold their breaths as the awaited the reaction of their leader. I began frantically shaking my head.

"Sh-she's lying! I haven't done anything! I've never even seen this Louis guy! I swear, Harry. . You, you believe me. .don't you?" I faltered at his cold expression. He didn't reply but nodded towards the door.

"Go inside." He spoke in a calm and controlled voice.

My mouth fell open as my heart sank to my toes, a lump suddenly choking me as my body went cold at how easily he had believed Gigi's lies, or misunderstanding. After everything. . We had done together. .

"Harry. ."

"I said. Go inside." He all but growled glaring at me making tears fill my eyes as I inhaled shakily trying to keep my composure at least until I was out of here, and shook my head at him not having any words for his rejection before I turned my back to him and scurried away and out of sight.

The room erupting in noise as soon as the door behind me closed, and my own heartbroken sobs erupting as I caved to the floor unable to stay standing after what Harry had just openly believed.

And I thought we had a connection.

A/N:

So this was supposed so be longer 🤔

Sorry guys for taking years 😭

And we are reaching some serious drama guys stay with me I know this chapter was written shit. 😢

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