Resist (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-One

"Oh!" His uncle chuckles, "he left his name," he runs over to his desk and picks up a pos-it "Adam Posey. He said he would be over about 7 o'clock." His uncle smiles..

I look at the clock on the wall. 6.

Harry tugs my hand and runs me up the stairs.

"We are going to get all of our stuff that we need and we are going to CC's house." He says with his voice chopping.

"CC?" I squeak.

"Yeah, he broke his hand he's staying not far from here." Harry informs me. He unlocks the door.

When we walk in the apartment was pitch black.

"Didnt we leave the light on?" I ask. I was shaking and Harry sqeezes my hand tighter, I could tell he was scared shirtless too.

"I've been waiting for you two." I hear a deep husky voice chuckle sickly.

Harry and I turn around and see a figure blocking the door. The same broad shoulders, the same bulky chest.

"A-Adam?" I choke. I was tense and motionless. I couldn't see anything I just hear Harry grunt and let go of my hand.

"Harry!" I scream. My body was being pushed back. Pure, pure, terror was shooting through me. I manage to flip the light switch on and see Harry getting off the floor, clutching his rib cage and pantin. Adam had a death grip on my neck, digging his nails into the skin under my hair line. It takes every ounce of courage in me to thrust my knee up and catch his crotch. He lets go of me and clutches his balls. I see a black handle sticking out of his waist band, it seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. I rip it from his jeans. A gun was dangling from my fingers. I scream at throw it in Harry's direction. He puts it in his waistband and tries to tackle Adam but Adam ducks in time and Harry was laying on the floor. Harry sweeps his legs under Adam and now they both were. Adam takes the gun from Harry and holds it to his head holding him down with his knee on his neck.

"No! Harry!" I scream as Adam cocks the gun back.

There wasn't any fear left in me. It was anger. It boiled in the pits of my stomach. courage seized through me. Adam was the one that hurt me. He was the one that tore me to fucking pieces. He was the one that made me leave. He deserves all the hell he's been through.

I don't.

I kick Adam in the neck and take the gun out of his hands when he rolls to the floor. I hit him him the head with the butt of the gun. He was dazed enough, I get off him and help Harry up. He pulls me too his chest and hugs me tight.

"When did you learn to do that?" He gasps.

"I took some self defense classes." I admit. I didn't realize Adam getting up from behind me. Harry tries to push me out of the way but Adams fist connects to the side of my head. Pain shoots through my body and I crumble to the hardwood floor. The room was spinning. All I see is Adam pushing Harry against the wall and punching him. Harry punches Adam in the ribcage but Adam grabs Harry by the hair and slams his head into the wall. I try and get up but I end up crawling.

Harry falls to the floor with blood dripping out of his mouth. I crawl to Harry and he was motionless. He looked lifeless. His eyes were not the distinct green I remember, they were faint, and seemed to be loosing color, as I was loosing him.

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I already started writing recover! It's going to be way better and it's going to be longer :)

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