Hero

30. Home

There was absolutely no mistaking his smirking face, the same face that had stared at me whilst making perverted comments towards me, the same smirking face that always had one of his thick arms wrapped around my sister, that same smirk and evil glint in his eye when he tried to assault me whilst my sister was out of the house, when I was only fifteen.

Dean.

He was my sisters boyfriend for a good year or so before I left, they were still together actually before I came here, he often joined in on the name calling and taunting that my sister and her friends so regularly enjoyed. But why was he here? They said they caught the guy working for Louis but how could that be Dean? Last I checked he was busy cheating on my sister, how is he here? When did he leave England? Where's my sister?

So many questions powered through my head as I stepped slightly behind one of Harry's bulky arms in a weak attempt to not let Dean see me. My hands shaking at the sight of someone I once knew, never liked, but knew caught up in this mess. It was incomprehensible.

"Stay here." Harry whispered to me firmly when we reached Zayn who was standing with his arms crossed off to the side watching Dean with disgust.

I watched nervously as Harry stalked over to Dean, jaw clenched and back muscles taut underneath his shoulder blades, he stopped when he was directly in front of him and after a few seconds of tense silence he abruptly swung his fist back and punched him square in the jaw emanating a loud crack and a shout of pain to echo throughout the dark room. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as Harry retracted looking satisfied.

"On what conditions are you working under Tomlinson?" Harry asked with a hard voice, shoulders tense as be stood a few feet away from Dean who currently had blood dripping down his mouth. He stayed silent refusing to answer which made Harry growl and take a threatening step forward which made Dean flinch. I had never seen Harry behave in such a way and it was frightening to say the least.

"M. .money." He slurred, voice sounding like he was drunk due to the damage done to his jaw. I winced at the pure power in Harry's fist, however I knew that wasn't probably even half of it.

"Why have you been stalking Amelia?" Harry questioned loudly, however this time Dean didn't answer, he remained quiet. Harry scoffed before he glared at Dean intensely for a few seconds and suddenly Dean was gasping for breath, writhing on the chair making it rock from side to side with ominous scraping sounds.

"What's he doing to him?" I questioned Zayn frantically because it didn't look like Harry was doing anything, he wasn't even touching him!

"Draining the water from his body." Zayn replied, what looked to be a small smirk of amusement on his face. My head snapped back to Dean when he yelled out loudly.

"Okay! Okay! . . D. . Distraction," he slurred.

Harry stormed forward gripping him by his collar and lifted him, my mouth falling open as Dean was lifted to eye level with Harry along with the chair, Harry's biceps flexing massively and enlarging to press against his chest, I nearly fell over from shock at the mere strength within Harry. I knew he was built but damn. I shivered at the realisation that if I ever got on the wrong side of him, or if he lost his temper. .

"From what?" Harry hissed, teeth gritted as he walked forwards Dean still lifted by his collar and slammed him into the wall, the chair breaking with the force so Dean was left hanging. "Don't make me repeat the question," Harry snarled bringing him back to slam him into the wall again after a few second of silence.

"I-injections, he. .he's genetically manipulating. . Humans, to. . Create a. . Army. ." Dean trailed off before slumping and falling unconscious to which Harry scoffed and dropped him to the ground delivering a sharp kick to his side.