The Crown Protector » h.s {Completed}

nine

Punching. Kicking. Dodging hits. Screaming. Falling.

Harry and I lost.

I was knocked unconscious at some point and when I woke up, I was in an unfamiliar place. My hands were tied together behind my back, my feet were tied, and my mouth was covered in tape.

I glance around and see a completely empty room other than a chair that holds Harry, tied up like I am except with rope around his torso too. He had his head hung low and he was wiggling his fingers behind his back, almost as if he was trying to make an attempt to loosen the ropes. I glance around some more, also noticing a window. There's a straight view of the palace, it's not even a mile away.

There's no guards in the room and no cameras from what I can see. The door had a ton of locks, but the window didn't. I guess they figured that we were tied up so much that we couldn't escape.

"Harry," I rasp. My throat was bone dry and it came out as more of a mumble due to the tape. His head whips up and his eyes brighten when he sees that I'm awake. I'm able to stand up, since my torso wasn't tied to the chair.

"Liv," he sighs. "Thank god you're alright."

Confusion arises in me. How come his torso was tied to the chair but he didn't have tape on his mouth? How come my torso wasn't tied up?

"They assumed you wouldn't be able to get out of the ropes that you're in," he tells me, nearly reading my mind. "They think you're weak and helpless. They see me as more of a threat."

I nod my head and stand in front of him. I still had the knife. I could feel it. I bent down to eye level and nudged my mouth against his cheek. It took him a second, but he got the hint and tried to grab the edge of the tape with his teeth. Eventually he got a hold of it and I moved my head away quickly to make the process quick and as painless as possible.

"Geez," I wince. "That hurts like hell."

He spits the duct tape away and looks at me with his bright green eyes. I give him a quick kiss and then I sit on his lap.

"This is gonna be really awkward and weird, but I still have the knife and I can't get to it."

"And what exactly are you suggesting?" Harry smirks.

"Just do it, don't be an asshole. It on the right side."

He laughs lightly and then takes my tank top into his teeth lightly. He pulls it down, revealing my bra. The edge of the knife is sticking out slightly and he grabs it gently with his mouth. I stand and turn, taking the knife with my hands. Harry guides me verbally to get the ropes cut without hurting myself. Once my hands are free, I untie my feet.

I work on his torso first. The knot is really bad and it takes untying and cutting for me to finally free him of it. I get his hands free and then his feet. He stands and wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly. Once he steps back, he goes over to the window and leans against the wall.

"There's soldiers everywhere," he frowns. "There's not a clear shot out of here."

"What if-"

The door swings open and Harry and I both turn around in surprise. Harry doesn't seemed worried, he actually goes towards the man once the door is closed.

"Hey, man," Harry nods while I just stand there completely confused. "Liv, this is the guy who came into the first house. He's the one who told me about what was going on."

"I'm Matt. Lovely to meet you, Princess."

I smile and walk over to Harry. He snatches onto my hand and gives it a small squeeze.

"Aren't you two supposed to be tied up?"

Harry chuckles. "Yup. We're smarter than the boss, I guess."

Matt nods. "Well, I volunteered to check on you guys so I could tell you how to get out of here. There's no cameras in the building - there wasn't enough money for that. So the only surveillance there is are the guards. There's four out in the hall, if you can fight them off or get past them and into the room next door, there's a staircase in the closet on the far right. Some of the guards may be prisoners - so they won't even attempt to go after you. The door will take you down to the underground tunnels. There's only two guards on duty down there, so you should get through just fine. Follow the lights on the walls and it will take you to a bunker in the middle of the field behind the building. There's no men out there so you should be able to get to the palace."

Harry smiles and goes to shake Matt's hand. "Thanks man. You've been a huge help. I'll make sure you guys get out of here."

"If it means getting out of here, I'll do anything. I hope you guys get back safe. Good luck."

"Thank you, Matt. Your kindness and bravery will not go unnoticed," I smile at him and he nods. He leaves the room and Harry turns to me.

"Give me your knife. You go straight to the room and I'll fight off the guards."

"I can fight them too," I suggest.

"I know you can, but my job is to protect you; not put you against trained military guards."

I pout and he kisses my forehead. I hand him my knife and he releases my hand. He opens the door first, slowly and quietly. He looks around and then moves aside, giving me a nod to go. As soon as I'm out of the room, I'm spotted. One guard runs straight at me and Harry's fist comes in contact with his face, sending him stumbling back. I slip into the room next to the one we came from and run over to the closet in the corner. Harry runs in after me, rushing me down the stairs.

"I only took care of two of them. We have to move fast."

The stairs end and there's a guard directly at the base. He goes to pick up his walkie talkie and Harry shoves it out of his hand. I kick him and run past, letting Harry take care of him the rest of the way. I go down the hallways that are lit up and I hear Harry following behind me just seconds after I ran off.

"Be careful," he whispers. "That other guard could be anywhere."

We go down hallways that seem to be endless. Most turns were dark, so the path to follow was fairly easy. We run into the last guard right at the exit. The guard runs at me and once again, Harry stops him before he can get to me. I watch as Harry punches the man square in the face and shoves the gun out of his hand. Right as the gun hits the ground, the ceiling starts to shake. We were still a good fifty feet from the exit, so Harry grabbed my hand and started to run. The ceiling above us started to crack and there was a large explosion before it fell all around us.

The guard was down, but so was I. Part of the ceiling had landed straight on my leg and within seconds I could tell it was broken. Harry started swearing loudly while he tried to remove the concrete that had caused me to collapse to the ground. I wince in pain as he picks me up but I curl into him nonetheless. He starts to run again and it's only then when I realise his head is bleeding. He'd been hit with falling stuff too.

Once we get to the palace gates, everything becomes even more hectic. Guards were panicking at the sight of both of us bleeding and they were trying to  rush us into the medical hall, but Harry had other plans. 

"You dropped the fucking bomb and you knew that the Princess is somewhere in that building? Are you bloody insane? I didn't give you clearance! You probably killed her!" Christopher is screaming at a table full of people who are all keeping their heads down in shame.

"You probably only broke her leg," I croak. Harry chuckles as Chris spins around with pure shock on his features.

He turns back to the table. "Don't just sit there! Help them to the medic!"

I'm taken away from Harry and carried into one of the two medical rooms. A nurse takes over once I'm laid on the bed and Chris enters as the man who was carrying me leaves.

"Hey kid," he comes over and takes my hand as the nurse examines my leg. She lifts it up and I grasp Chris' hand extremely tight and he lets me. "I'm glad you're okay."

I nod, in too much pain to give a proper answer. He kisses my head and then leaves after exchanging a few words with the nurse. A doctor comes rushing in after a minute or two and they end up giving me medicine to put me to sleep to do what they have to do.