Hero

10. James.

Okay. So I named her, and it took me forever to pick a name but I just think the name I've chosen fits her character, some may agree some may not but oh well :) can't please everyone & if you really dislike it just imagine your own name!

"Sweetheart, stop crying." Harry hushed quietly as I sobbed into his shirt. I felt like all of the bottled emotions of the past month had boiled over when I came to the realisation that I was currently being hunted like a wounded animal and the only thing keeping me alive this whole time has been Harry. I felt a sudden rush of gratitude as I lifted my wet face away and gazed at him trying to tell him through my eyes that I owed him my life.

"T-thank you, for k-keeping me safe this w-whole time." I hiccupped.

He huffed out a laugh shaking his head as he reached forward and wiped my face with his shirt in a attempt to dry it from my tears.

"What am I going to do with you," he said with exasperated humour. I grinned shyly as I shrugged my shoulders. He cast me a soft smile as he tugged me to my feet, only then had the sudden realisation come that the room we were in was empty and void of any other Heroes.

"Where is everyone?" I asked Harry as we left the room and headed towards the kitchen probably for dinner because now that I think about it, I'm actually really hungry. He chuckled.

"The meeting finished ages ago, Amelia." He said with amusement. Oh. Did it? Had I been that consumed by fear I didn't even hear or see them leave?

"I'm making steak and potatoes for dinner, by the way." He added thoughtfully as he began to gather potatoes from the pantry. I nodded my head awkwardly not really knowing what to do with myself as I fiddled with my fingers and thought about my options.

A few seconds later I decided to grab a book and pretend to read it while I secretly check Harry out because he looks so hot when he's cooking, actually, he looks hot doing anything, it's rather unfair.

I peeked over my book and nearly drooled at the sight of his biceps bulging very nicely as his tattoos rippled. Wow.

"You know, in modern etiquette its considered rude to stare," Harry casually comments, my eyes widen as I shove the book in front of my face.

"Psht, me? staring? Noo." I comment with heated cheeks.

"Sure."

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"Yumm," I moan as I dig into the very delicious meal Harry had just cooked for us both, Harry smiles slightly at my appreciation when my phone which is on the table buzzes with a text. I frown as I take a sip of my water before picking it up to read.

Unknown

Mapleside apartments, apartment 61B. Next stop. -James.

I unceremoniously drop my fork with a loud clatter which echoes around the silent apartment as my blood runs cold and a sudden, crippling feeling of fear and dread sinks into my stomach. My hand is shaking as I clutch onto the iPhone in complete disbelief.

How? How can he have found me? I expelled my best efforts to get away and escape from England to NYC, I saved up for ages and I left my family all in order to get away from the brute but now he's tracked me down here. How is that even possible? New York is a huge place, how could he have pinpointed me like this?

No, no no this can't be happening.

"What's wrong?" Harry questions and I flinch having forgotten I wasn't alone in the apartment.
"I-I-uh." I mutter stumbling over my words as I stare at Harry with wide frightened eyes.

He wastes no time in reaching forward and snatching my phone away to read for himself after he realises I have become too immobile to speak and deliver a coherent explanation.

"Who the fuck is James?" He snaps as he stares me down, I swallow down the lump in my throat and take a few sips of water to try and calm myself down.

It's okay Amelia, he can't get to you. Harrys here, Harrys a hero, he'll protect you. I take in deep breaths while I try and comfort myself and also avoid Harrys molten glare.

I clear my throat and shake my head.
"It's nobody, a old friend who wants to visit." I lie straight through my teeth as I begin to quickly shovel food into my mouth as a excuse to avoid talking or explaining anything else otherwise he'll catch on because I am literally the worlds worst liar.

He doesn't say anything for awhile before he stands and leans on his palms as his intimidating stare burns straight through me.

"I know you're lying, but I don't have the time or energy to try and figure it out." He snaps harshly before he takes his plate to the sink to wash as I sit there fumbling with my fingers sadly. He angrily dries his plate before stalking past me without so much as even a second glance, I am quite upset that I ruined the last few days that me and Harry had been actually getting along and he had softened up slightly, he didn't shout as much and wasn't as harsh but now I'm worried we might've   just taken 10 steps backward again.

After drying my plate I followed him to see what he was doing, usually after dinner it had unintentionally became a sort of ritual to watch a movie in the warm blanket with cups of tea, I wasn't so sure we'd be doing any of that today.

I was proven right as I saw Harry had now put on a jacket and had his phone clutched in one hand, my worry was further heightened upon witnessing him grab his keys from the wicker basket and make a start for the door. My heartbeat quickened with anxiety, he never left me alone at night, he always made sure he was home as he said he simply couldn't and wouldn't risk it. My mouth was feeling pretty dry as I rushed after him, not able to get my words out fast enough.

"Wait!- Har- where are you going?" I said a I grabbed his wrist to stop him from exiting the flat, rejection pummelled me in the face once he snatched his wrist out of my grasp as if he'd been scorched. It stung a little, not gonna lie.

"That's none of your concern." He said coldly as he swiftly unlocked the door and stepped out with a quick slam and he was gone. My mouth was parted as I heard the sound of his heavy footsteps fade proving he really had gone.

I trudged into the kitchen plopping myself down on a chair as the silence pressed depressingly against me, I felt at unease, constantly casting looks around me to make sure I was fully alone. I knew after that text I wouldn't be able to sleep, but especially now after being left alone, I was honestly terrified and I know Harry can feel it but he's choosing to ignore my fear and that makes me a little pissed.

My ears suddenly perk up at a noise that slowly begins to get louder as it gets closer, my blood running cold with fear as I freeze. My heart pounding so hard against my ribs it almost makes me dizzy. I want to cry.

Footsteps.

A/N: who do Ya think it issss?

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