Harry.
"Fuck!" I rush over to her and pick her up.
"Bring her upstairs to your guest bedroom" Liam suggested
I followed him upstairs. He walked into the guest bedroom and tossed the decorative pillows onto the floor.
"Lay her down right there" he told me
He lifted her lids and checked her vitals.
"Hey pupils are responding. She's just dehydrated" he tells me
I look at her.
"Who is she?" he asked
I shrugged.
"I don't know" I looked at him and then back at her, "I really don't know. Some girl who met the wrong guy"
"Come on, let her rest. I'm going to head back to Danielle"
"Yeah, no go ahead" I nodded
"She's like ready to pop" he laughs.
I take one last look at her before I leave the room, closing the door behind me.
"Are you nervous?" I ask
"Yeah...I guess so. I mean it's two for one" he laughed
"Twins" I say in amazement
"Twins" he repeats and turns around to face me as we get to the door
"I'm excited. I can't wait to see them"
"I wanted to ask you something" he cleared his throat
"Ask what?" I looked confused
"Look...Dani wanted to...well planned to ask you at the time of the birth so you couldn't back out"
I laughed, "What did she want to ask me?"
"If you'd be the twins' godfather"
I started to say no but changed my mind at the last second.
"Liam..."
"It's okay, Harry. Don't worry about it" he said which I assumed he sensed my hesitancy
"I'll do it"
"Really?" his eyes lit up, he pulled me into a hug and released me, "Thanks. I'll let Dani know"
I laughed. We said our goodbyes and he told me to call him if anything happened with Pia.
I closed the door and walked back upstairs before setting the alarm for the house. I walked into my bedroom and gathered some clean sweatpants and a clean shirt. I stopped by the linen closet for a set of clean towels before walking back to the room. I held me breath as I opened the door slowly.
She was still out. I walked over to the bed and placed the items at the foot of her bed. I stared at her bruised body. I couldn't imagine the fear he put in her. I didn't want to imagine it. I balled my fists up, getting more pissed the longer I thought about what he did because I had a sister. I couldn't imagine someone doing this to her.
I left the room and went downstairs to my gym. I slid my boxing gloves on and steady my breathing, in order to concentrate.
I woke up from the light slumber I had taken after a few rounds with my punching bag. My headache was swarming with ideas of what I should do. I climbed out of bed and went into my office. She had looked familiar. She looked too familiar. I opened my briefcase and rummaged through my files from work, regarding the employment of new paralegals for our legal department. And there she was.
Pia Montgomery Jackson, 23, Chicago, IL
Here on a work visa. Graduated from Harvard University.
There she sat, smiling, brown eyes, curly thick, black natural hair pulled into a bun in her application photo.
I read more.
The applicant had been involved with the law when she was younger. Her father had been sentenced to life without parole. He killed her mother, shot her, thinking he killed Pia but only knocked her unconscious and tried to kill himself but also botched that as well. EMTs arrived to the scene to find her mother D.O.A. but she was barely breathing along with her father who lay two feet away from her body. She was taken into child foster care where she was adopted by a rich family. They had taken her and moved her out of state where she excelled to the top of her class, getting accepted to Ivy league schools on those both coasts.
If she had such a great life in America, why come to London?
I was already astonished by how detailed our background runners were. This was information I had no right to know but continued to read on.
I jumped as I heard a noise down stairs. I tucked the file into my briefcase and closed it.
Maybe she was awake
I turned the corner to see Veronica standing there in heels, maneuvering around my kitchen, preparing my coffee. She turned around and jumped, I startled her.
"What are you doing here?" I asked
"Making your coffee?" she looked at me confused.
I looked upstairs and then back at her.
"Is everything ok, Mr. Styles?"
I nodded, running my hand through my hair. I wasn't in the mood to explain why a battered woman was in my home until it dawned on me that she had been through the same situation with a past ex.
"Veronica" I spoke her name
"Yes?" she turned back around to face me
"I need your help with someone"
"Someone?"
"Yes... she's a friend of mine" I lied
"Okay did you need me to help you buy her gift?"
I shook my head.
"Sit down" I told her before explaining everything.
Pia.
I woke up grasping for air. Fear rushed over me, blanketing me. I looked around the dark room. Had it been all a dream? Did I even make it out? Did I escape? Were my heroes real? I climbed out of the queen sized bed and looked for a light. I found the switch on the wall. I flipped it and the room illuminated. It wasn't the same room. It wasn't Louis's room.
I inhaled sharply and exhaled as tears began to fall down my face. It was real. Harry was real. Liam was real. My escape was real. I made it out.
