Save You (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 3

**Harry's POV**

"Harry...Harry!"

"Huh? What?" I stuttered as Niall's voice snapped me out of my trance. I must have zoned out again. I had been doing that a lot tonight.

"Simon's here." He said, nodding his head towards the door. I looked over my shoulder and saw Simon standing by the door, shrugging his coat off. Two men with radios and headsets were trailing behind him, one on each of his sides. I didn't even hear the door open and shut.

"Oh. Right. Okay." I nodded before sitting upright as Simon took a seat on the sofa opposite me. The two men stood behind the sofa, their hands behind their backs making them look intimidating. I could tell it made the boys uncomfortable as they scrambled around for seats as far away from them as possible.

"How are you, Harry?" He asked, cautiously.

"Fine. Scared out of my mind, but fine." I replied as Louis took a seat next to me.

"I understand that you've had quite a scare, but I assure you that there's nothing to be scared of now. I've had a talk with modest and they've agreed to hire you some bodyguards-"

"Bodyguards? Why do I need bodyguards?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

"Just in case something like this happens again."

"In other words: you haven't found him yet." I stated rather than questioned.

"No, not yet. But we will, I promise you. The police are entirely over this case right now and the bodyguards are just in case something happens while they're searching for him."

"What about the girl who pushed me down?" I asked without thinking.

"Girl?"

"Yeah. The one who knocked me down was a girl."

"Did you see her face?" He asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"Not entirely...half of it was covered by a hood so all I could see was her lips...and she had blonde hair. I didn't see much because she was off me just like that." I snapped my fingers.

"Oh. I see." He sighed, somewhat disappointedly, sinking back into his seat. "At least that's some information." He said, thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. There was a long pause and we were thankful that Louis was the one to break the silence.

"So how many bodyguards are going to be with us?" He asked.

"No less than two. There will certainly be more around when you're out in public-"

"Wait. So you're saying that they'll be with us when were NOT in public?"I asked, my head spinning.

"Yes, of course." He said, looking at me as if I was stupid. "You will have bodyguards with you at all times, day and night." He pointed to the guard that had been standing in the corner of the living room ever since we walked in here. "He is going to stay in here with you for tonight and there are two more outside your door. There's another pair keeping watch outside as well."

This was too much. Too much to take in. I wasn't used to this. I never had to be watched every minute of every day before. It was enough that I was almost killed a few hours ago but now I had all these men having to watch me.

"We don't know for sure that his only target was Harry, but since he was the one he went for tonight, he gets the most protection. You boys will also be guarded alongside Harry and you will have at least one bodyguard with you when you go out." Simon added.

The boys all nodded, not seeming to care as much as I did. How could they not be bothered about this? Oh yeah, because they weren't the ones who almost got fucking shot.

"Does this mean they'll be with us when we go back home?" I asked, trying not to sound whiny. We were going home in two weeks for a break. I prayed the bodyguards wouldn't make my Mom and Gemma feel too nervous. Returning home after months of being away with men holding guns beside me will surely give them a scare.

Simon pressed his lips into a thin line and ran his hand through his hair. I could tell by his reaction that this was going to end with a bombshell.

"Well, about that...I'm afraid you can't go home."

Yep. There it is.

I'm pretty sure I looked like a deer in headlights for a split second before my features softened into a more upset emotion. "What? Why!?"

"At least not until we find the shooter and ensure there aren't any more associated with him. We can't have him track you and put your families in danger." He said as calmly as possible.

"That's not fair! We were promised a two week break at home - we haven't seen our families in months!" I complained, pushing myself up to my feet and walking into the kitchen to grab a drink.

"And a break you shall get! Just not in England." I heard his voice call as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I padded my way back into the living room and slumped back down on the sofa, a scowl prominent on my face.

"And where will we get this break? Hmm!? If you think you're planning on keeping us here in New York, you've got another thing coming!" I retorted.

"Harry-"

"Don't think I didn't notice the locks! I am NOT staying here for god knows how long!"

"It's just temporary until we find him and his associates."

I froze for a moment before tilting my head a little, my jaw clenching and unclenching. "His associates?" I growled, dragging the last word a little.

Simon sighs heavily and rests his forehead in his palm. "I wasn't supposed to tell you that..."

"Simon, how serious is this exactly?" Liam asks, interrupting me from raging any more.

Simon rubs his forehead before resting his elbows on his knees and giving us a serious look. "This particular shooter...is someone the police have been tracking for years now."

I felt like an extra two hundred pounds were being dropped onto my shoulders as I sank further down into the sofa. This was not happening.

"Years?" Liam emphasised, shock clear in his voice.

"Yes...you see, I'm afraid this is more serious than you think."

"Oh god..." I whispered, dramatically throwing my head back on the sofa. Why me? Why must this happen to me? What have I done?

**3rd person POV**

As Simon discussed the situation with the panicked boys, increasing their paranoia by the second, a hooded figure was watching and listening closely, strands of blonde hair flowing in the cool breeze. Balancing on the windowsill and peaking through a crack in the curtain, the hooded figure watched Harry closely as he threw his head back against the sofa with a pained sigh.

"So you see why we need you to stay here?" Simon continued, no longer bothering to reason with the boys. "Until we are sure that you are safe, we will continue with this level of protection. This is the safest hotel we could get you in right now and unless we say so, you will not be moving from this area."

The hooded figure pressed her lips into a thin line and shook her head slightly. She mentally slapped Simon for his idiotic plan as she knew how wrong it could go. But nonetheless, there was nothing she could do about it at this moment in time.

Without bothering to listen or watch any further, the hooded figure leaped off the windowsill, her hood slightly lifting above the bridge of her nose as she fell twenty stories down, but never hit the ground.

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Sorry, I don't have a computer right now so I've had to use capitals instead of italics :/ I'll edit them as soon as I get my computer back :)
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