Warzone // Harry Styles AU

Risks

I jumped out of bed and into the shower.  I quickly washed my body and hair, turned the water off and dashed back into my bedroom.

I checked the weather, and saw Harry was right.  It was supposed to be about eighty and sunny in London, for once.

I threw on a pair of high waisted jean shorts (partly because they were cute and also because they're harder to get off if you get me) and a cream short sleeved shirt.

I ran back to the bathroom, groaning when I saw I only had twenty minutes left.

I had just started on the foundation when my phone vibrated.  I picked it up carefully, trying not to get makeup on it, and read the text message on the screen.

"Your ass looks good in those shorts," I whispered, my eyes wide.  It was from Harry.  What the hell?

I rubbed in my foundation and put on a little eyeliner and mascara, walking slowly back into my bedroom.  I glanced out the window, stifling a scream.

Harry was sitting on my roof.

I threw open the window, narrowing my eyes.  "What the hell are you doing?!" I hissed.

Harry looked around.  "Sitting on your roof," he replied, shrugging.

I gave him a no shit look, slamming the window down and walked back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.  He watched my every move until he couldn't see me anymore.

I threw my hair up into a ponytail, letting my shorter layers fall out to frame my face.

I went back into my bedroom again, expecting to see Harry still on the roof.  When I didn't, I shrugged it off, turning to my desk.

And I screamed, stumbling backwards.

Because the little shit had opened up my window, crawled into my room, and was sitting at my desk laughing his ass off.

I clutched my chest, catching my breath.  Harry continued to practically shit himself from laughing so hard.

"But you... Outside... On the roof... WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" I stuttered, waving my arms.

Harry smirked.  "Come on, Charlie, you should know by now I'm not a very predictable person."

"How did you get in here?!" I half yelled.

"You left it unlocked," he said simply.  "All I had to do was push it up."

I groaned, face palming myself.  I spun around, digging through some boxes to find a purse.

Harry came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, setting his head on my shoulder.  His curls tickled my neck, and he started to kiss my jawline right below my ear.

I stiffened.  "Get off me, Harry." He stopped kissing me, but didn't let go.  "I said, get off."

He sighed quietly, his breath soft on my cheek.  It smelled like mint.

"Harry..." I warned.  He chuckled.

"What are you gonna do?  Lipstick me to death?"

I realized he had a good point.  I couldn't stop him from doing anything even at my best.

So I didn't say anything.

Harry's arms tightened.  "That's what I thought."

I finally picked a purse, and straightened.  "Are we ready?"

"Hmm..." Harry said, nudging behind my ear with his nose.  "I don't know."

"Why not?" I asked, getting uncomfortable.  I squirmed a bit, and Harry nudged me again.

"Stop moving," he said, hooking a finger through my belt loop and tugging a little.  I stayed still, my heartbeat quickening.  He seemed to notice because he chuckled.

"I love how I can do that," he whispered in my ear.  I shivered involuntarily.  "You may act all tough, but I can tell you're lying because of this," he put a hand over my heart.  "And you completely stop doing anything."

I stayed quiet.

"Like right about now, I can tell you're internally freaking out.  You haven't said a word, and your pulse just escalated a ton."

"Harry, please let go," I pleaded.  I felt him smile, and he kissed me one last time before his arms receded.

I breathed a small sigh of relief.  Harry grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the window.  He opened it, climbing out and offering a hand to me.

"No," I said.  "I refuse to do that."

"That's fine," he shrugged.  "I can just as well carry you."

My face paled, and I shook my head vigorously.  Harry smiled, and held out his hand again.  I slowly took it, crawling out the window and onto the roof.

Harry walked to the edge, and held onto the gutter, dropping onto the grass below.  I looked over the ledge, deciding I was not doing that.  I spotted a tree to my right, and stepped on a branch.

"Charlie, just jump," Harry said.

I climbed down the tree carefully, and walked up behind him.

"Charlie!" he called.

"I'm right here," I said.  He whipped around.  "Next time take the tree."

"Next time?" He smirked, leading me to his car.  I glared.

Harry unlocked the passenger side door, and I climbed in, pulling it shut.

Harry jumped into the driver's seat, and I glanced around the interior.  It was pretty much spotless.

I looked in the center console, where something caught my eye.  My heartbeat sped up again.  It looked like... A gun.

"Harry," I said, panic audible in my voice.  "What is that?!" I pointed to the thing.

He glanced down.  "That," he said, "Is a semiautomatic pistol."

I stared at him, wide eyed.  "Why do you have a gun?" I asked, scooting away.

"Relax, Charlie.  I'm not going to use it on you."

On me.  He hadn't said on anyone.  I gulped.

"Charlie." Harry stated, turning in the seat to face me.  "I promise you have nothing to fear about that little thing."

"You say that now," I said softly, not meeting his eyes.  "But when you use it there will be a different story."

Harry sighed, dropping his hands on the wheel.  "Charlie."

I stared out the window.

"Charlie, look at me."  I didn't move.  "Charlie!" He hit the steering wheel.

My head whipped his direction.

"Calm down," he said, chuckling.  "It's nothing."

"Nothing?" I whispered.  "Nothing?!  Are you fucking kidding me?!  You have a fucking gun right next to me and you're telling me to calm down because it's NOTHING?!" I screamed, staring at him.  He looked at me calmly, and started the engine.

"Fine, don't answer me," I huffed.

"You know why I can't answer you?" Harry asked, letting the engine run.  "You want to know why?  Because no matter what I say, it'll be a lie.  That gun can kill someone, Charlie.  And I won't hesitate to use it.  I can tell you right now I won't use it on you, but I'm not going to tell you I'll never use it because chances are, I'm going to have to use it today."

"Why?" I asked softly, my eyes wide.

"Because I can't let anything happen to you.  If so much as a drunk person touches your ass, I will have that on them in less than a second."

"Don't, Harry.  Just don't."

"Charlie, what you don't understand is that everyone in this town is dangerous.  Everyone.  An innocent little girl could actually be part of a sex trafficking group, trying to hunt me down and kill me.  I have to be prepared to kill someone, because a lot of them are preparing to kill me."

I swallowed thickly, not sure I wanted to go anymore.

Harry sighed, picking up the gun.  "You can go if you want.  But I can guarantee they've seen you with me, with Shane, with the boys.  They know your face.  You're in this now, whether you want to be or not."

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A/N:  Hey guys.  I'm back.  This will be a short author's note I promise.

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