Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Stole My Heart

Harry stood near the back door of the club. The normally sweet and caring person I knew was hidden underneath the angry and disgusted look on Harry's face.

"Get you fucking hands off of her!" Harry spat stalking forwards.

I was surprised by Harry's language. He swore occasionally, but didn't like it when anyone used the f-word. Alex backed away from me so I was no longer pinned between him and the wall. I slowly crept along the wall away from the twins.

"Where do you think you're going?" I was pinned against the wall again by one of the twins. His nails dug into my arms and my back was pressed against the cold brick of the building.

"Stop fucking touching her!" Harry stopped in front of the twin who held me against the wall.

"I'll do what I want!" He turned to face Harry and shoved him in the chest roughly.

Harry didn't budge. He held out a hand towards me. "Abigail, come here." He instructed.

I jerked my arm out of the twins' grasp. Harry's hand tugged me behind him when I took it. His tall figure blocked my view of the twins and their view of me. Alex walked forward, his twin close behind. I leaned my forehead against Harry's back, my hands balled up the fabric of his shirt. He must of taken his blazer off inside.

"C'mon man, I was just having a little fun."

"Fuck off. Abigail, let's go." Harry's stern tone commanded me to the club door where he pointed guiding my body in front of his.

"You're not going anywhere!" Alex grabbed Harry's arm and swung a sloopy hook at Harry's face when he turned around.

Harry easily dodged the attack and punched Alex in the stomach. Alex doubled over clutching his stomach and his twin ran at Harry swinging wildly.

"Abigail, go inside!" Harry commanded.

"No." I stood my ground.

"No? Abigail, go now!" He yelled.

Both twins were advancing on Harry now who was backed up against the brick wall. I was aware of the fact that he had boxing training and exercised constantly when we wasn't busy, but I didn't like the odds of him against two.

"Abigail, go inside. Now." Harry said again.

The thought of leaving Harry alone out here was unbearable, but the thought of him leaving here in a body bag was worse. I turned and fled into the club. Since I had gone outside even more people had entered the club. I searched the crowd for a familiar face hoping to get help for Harry. The sight of a chevron tattoo on the arm of a man dancing attracted me to the dance floor. Liam and Zayn were surrounded by a few girls dancing and talking at the same time.

"Liam, you have to help me!" I latched onto Liam's arm and pulled him away from the small group.

"Hey, let go!" He tried prying his arm from my fingers. "Wait, Abigail? What's going on? Where've you been? Where's Harry?"

"He's in trouble. I need your help. Hurry, please!" I dragged him further away from the dance floor.

"What's going on? Zayn, over here!" He waved Zayn over much to the disappointment of his females companions.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked breathless.

"It's Harry, he's in a fight. Hurry, I don't want him to get hurt!" I started to panic. I was only gone fore a few minutes, but that was too long. Harry could be dead now. Dead and my fault.

"Show us the way." Zayn said firmly.

I led the two through the club and out the back door. The cool night air had a slight metallic smell to it. Blood. Down the alley I could see one of the twins standing above two figures holding a pipe. One of the figures on the ground was trying to crawl weakly away from the attacker. Please don't it let be Harry.

"Harry!" Zayn and Liam rushed forward to pull the two apart.

I released a breath I didn't know I had been holding when I saw Harry's curly hair on the person who had been attacking the other. I hoped he was okay and that he hadn't hurt the twin on the ground too badly.

"Harry!" I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around his waist crying softly into his chest. "I was so worried. Thank goodness you're alright."

His arms hesitantly wrapped around my back. "You were worried about me?" He asked timidly.

"Of course I was, just because I don't love you doesn't mean I don't care about you."

He flinched at my words, but held me closer. I looked up and met his steady gaze. His bottom lip was split and a bruise was staring to form on his left cheek and right eye. He winced when I ran my hand over his wounds.

"You're hurt."

"I've had worse." He chuckled.

"You've been in fights before?"

"Not physically, but the pain has been the same. If not worse."

"Who would do such a horrible thing to you?" Who would purposely hurt Harry like that?

"You." He said in almost a whisper.

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HABBO! SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER, BUT I FELT IT NEEDED TO END HERE. I PROMISE A LONGER CHAPTER FOR THE NEXT ONE THOUGH! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE READS, VOTES, AND COMMENTS! I LOVE SEEING EVERY ONE!!! HONEST! THANK YOU FOR READING! KEEP UP THE READS, VOTES, AND COMMENTS! THANK YOU! LOVE YOU! BYEE!