Hostage

30. "Here Comes War"

Soft padded fingertips pressed into my back, trailing down my spine until they reached the curve of my butt, where his hand splayed out to pull me closer against him.

My quickening breaths told him he'd woken me up, and a gentle kiss was placed on the top of my head in response. His body was warm and strong beneath my hold, and I gripped on tighter when he made a move to roll from my grasp.

"I have to get ready, Rae" He breathed, raspy voice sounding octaves lower due to the time.

He unclasped my hands from around his torso, pulling back the blanket and swinging his legs around the side of the bed. I admired his bare back behind him, watching as the muscles shifted like gears every time he moved.

His body seemed like it was sent from the gods themselves.

My body ached just at the reminder of what that beautiful body had done to me the night before, a blush rising to my cheeks as he stood to his full height and stretched, bare body displayed in front of me.

"Where are you going?" I questioned, sounding far too needy. Harry grinned, walking over to my side of the bed and kissing both my cheeks. "Don't worry about it. Go back to bed"

"You kind of already woke me up" I admitted, pushing myself up so we were level.

"Sorry" He said flatly, grinning after.

"I have to go talk to your father" He admitted softly, watching my reaction to his words intensely. When I gave him none, he sighed and stood from the bed, grabbing a random T-shirt off the ground and pulling it over his long frame.

So much for getting ready. He was just throwing on dirty clothes.

After a pair of sweatpants were pulled up his legs I decided myself I would go with him. I wanted to make sure I was there in case things got out of hand and Harry had to resort to violence.

I wanted to see the look on my father's face as Harry held a gun to his head.

"Raleigh" I jumped, spinning to face Harry who stood in the doorway. "I know you want to come with me so c'mon. Put some clothes on and meet me in the living room"

"Okay"

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"Please just stay by my side, yeah? Your father is very very dangerous...and I -I don't want him to hurt you"

The thought of my very own father harming me made me sick to my stomach, but I wouldn't put it past him. He doesn't care that my mom is dead, or that I was beaten and raped by his former gang.

All he cares about is money.

"Okay okay" I said irritably. Harry had told me multiple times that I was to stay by his side. I wasn't a child and I was going to do whatever the fuck I wanted, but I told him I'd comply to get him off my back.

Harry nodded, frustrated with my lack of correspondence. We walked in together, Harry's body slightly in front of mine in some kind of an attempt to shield me.

"Please" He said again quietly. I smiled briefly, overcome with the feeling of protection he felt the need to shower me in. However, once we walked inside to see Louis lying on the floor, unconscious with blood dripping down the side of his head, I wanted to throw myself in front of Harry so I could do the protecting.

"Harry" I whispered as my eyes locked on my father, who had a gun aimed at us. Harry was quick, throwing my body against the wall. A gasp was forced from my throat once Harry backed up in front of me, blocking me completely from the eyes of my father, who had a sickening grin on his face.

"Here comes war" He mumbled. I couldn't see anything, but I heard the click of a gun and felt Harry's body tense instantly against my own.

"Harr-"

A loud bang echoed around the room, ringing through my ears as I pushed against Harry's back, holding him around his waist as he turned to wrap his arms around me.

I heard a body hit the ground but I felt Harry still gripping me tightly. Tears of fear escaped down my cheeks as I clung to Harry, desperate to keep him as close to me as possible.

"I'm okay. Raleigh it's okay, I'm alright" He pushed against my shoulders until I loosened my grip around him, allowing him to cup my cheeks. "Please go upstairs and wait in our room"

"But I want to-"

I never finished my sentence however, because I'd looked around my shoulder to see my father, staring wide eyed at us with a bullet in between his eyes and right above his nose.

He hadn't shot me. He hadn't shot Harry. He'd shot himself.

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Harry

No matter how much I tried to stop it, my eyes subconsciously flitted over to Raleigh's immobile figure, stood against the table with her arms crossed as she listened to everyone speak.

I had no idea how she was feeling about the whole situation with her father, and she wouldn't let me comfort her. She wouldn't even let me touch her.

I didn't know what to do, and I was just waiting for her to blow and have a mental breakdown right in front of me. Between her mother, brother, and now her father, I was frightened she wouldn't be able to handle whatever was to come next.

"I say we just fuck em all up yeah? Like now that we can't prove Harry's fucking innocent they're gonna come after us. Why not attack them first? We could just kill them before they become a big threat" Zayn muttered angrily, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

"They have at least three hundred more men then us though. Are we really willing to risk that?" Liam chimed in.

"What do you think is gonna happen once they find out Greg's dead? They're gonna be pissed off and blame us and-"

'They're already fucking mad that Harry took Raleigh back from them. His death will just add to the list"

"Louis' isn't even awake yet...shouldn't we wait until he's alright before we have this conversation?" Niall asked.

"Louis is a fucking idiot for letting Greg get free like that"

"It wasn't his fault like-"

"It was his fucking fault Niall, how daft are-"

"Chill the fuck out Zayn"

"Yeah man we know you're all riled up but-"

"Shut your fucking mouth, Horan before-"

"STOP IT" The once silent Raleigh who I'd been watching suddenly exploded, slamming her hands down on the table and glaring heatedly at Zayn in particular.

"Sophia was shot a few days ago! Louis' unconscious! My brother could be a snitch and my father just killed himself in front of me. I don't want to fucking hear this right now" She growled. Her blazing eyes were locked on Zayn, even though she claimed to be addressing everyone.

"You can always leave" Zayn muttered sarcastically. "It's not like you're of any help anyways. All you're good for is sucking Harry's cock-"

Zayn didn't get to finish that last word before Raleigh had run up to him and land a solid punch to his throat, causing him to stumble back into the wall and choke.

"Bitch" He growled out, but before he could pursue any actions I pulled Raleigh back behind me, placing a hand on Zayn's shoulder.

Zayn's eyes focused on the spot of contact, his eyes wide before he looked at me with disgust in his features. He scoffed. "There you go again. Choosing that bitch over your brother"

Zayn shrugged Harry's grip away, clutching his now red throat as he stomped out the room.

"Fuck Raleigh" Niall broke the silence with a laugh. "That was bad ass"