Secrets (h.s)

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I sprint, whiskey splashing everywhere until I finally turn around and just throw it at the vehicle. I don't watch it break, but I hear it, followed by a bunch of angry shouts.

I finally relax a bit when I see the house, and I turn and sprint up it. But as soon as my body changes direction I hear doors open and quickly I'm pushed down.

My knees scrape and I'm left with a bloody mess. I squeal but lock my jaw. I take in as much air as possible before screaming, "Harry!"

"Shut up, bitch," Dan says and I shudder. Dan is the gross perv that's my dads friend.

I shake my head again and yell Harry's name again.

"Harr-" I'm cut off by a sharp, blinding pain through the side of my head. I whimper and fall onto my arm. I squeeze my eyes shut but still feel the world spin and see white dots.

I barely feel it when my hands are brought together behind my back and tied there.

"Harry," I say weakly. My head throbs and I can't open my eyes without searing pain flashing though my head.

I wince and push my forehead into the pavement when I hear the bangs of gunshots. My body is picked up roughly and I smell b.o. and cigarettes and I cringe while struggling against them.

"Stop," I hear a gruff voice, their hands dig deeper into my thighs and I scrunch my face up in pain.

I go limp but his grip stays the same. I'm thrown, literally thrown, into the backseat of something and I hit my elbow.

I risk opening my eyes and back into the door immediately out of pain, but keep them open anyway. I see Harry and everyone shooting at my Dad and his old, gross friends. The other man closed the door and he starts to drive while all the other men start retreating to the truck walking backwards and shooting simultaneously.

I feel my heart rate pick up and I think fast. I feel the latch behind me and pull it towards my back and I fall backwards out of the truck while it picks up speed.

I hit my tailbone and cry out in pain. My eyes close instantly and I roll onto my stomach to help relieve it. I hear the truck come to a quick stop, brakes squealing.

I open my eyes and see my father angrily walking towards me. I widen my eyes and quickly scramble to my feet, running backwards at first before turning around to run faster. My torso moved side to side because my hands are still laced behind my body.

I hear Harry shouting my name and I run quicker. I finally reach the driveway again and jump over the curb before sprinting full speed to the boys.

I arrive in front of Zayn and fall onto my knees so I'm looking at his feet. I only now realize I'm not breathing and quickly suck in a deep breath of air, closing my eyes.

I hear a couple more shots until it's silent again. It's complete quiet until I open my eyes and slowly lift my head. Every part of my body aches and I struggle to keep my eyes open while I gaze at everyone.

"Will you fucking untie her?" Harry rages.

Zayn is quick to move behind me and take out his knife, slicing through whatever was binding me.

I feel Harry's warm hands on my shoulders helping me up and when I look into his eyes, I can't help the tears. He pulls me into him and I quickly wrap my arms around his torso, burying my face into his chest and breathing in his smell.

Right now, what he's done and what I've done in retaliation don't matter. All I want is the safety of his arms and his warmth and his soothing voice whispering to me while he comforts me.

I sniff and pull back, biting my bottom lip hard to keep from crying.

"I forgot my Dad's friends lived in this neighborhood," I say.

"That was your Dad?" Asks Niall with a slack mouth.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Don't be babe. Now we have another reason to kill him is all," Zayn says and I smile lightly.

"I want to sleep," I say.

"Okay love, let me just clean your wounds and-" I cut Harry off.

"No. Please, can I just sleep first?"

He looks at me strangely before nodding. He puts his large hand on the small of my back while we walk in, and he keeps it there until we reach our bedroom.

I notice how my things are disheveled and moved. I wonder what he was doing with it?

"Here," Harry whispers while walking over to me and taking the hem of my shirt in between his fingers and lifting. Memories of G flash through my mind but I quickly push them back.

I lift my arms. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. I cover myself.

"Baby. Please, I need to check your body, at least. Don't be shy around me."

I slowly let my arms dangle at my sides and look at some random spot in the room, refusing to look at Harry. He places his hand on my shoulder and I jump a bit. I hope he doesn't notice.

He leads me in a circle in front of him.

"Okay.." He trails before taking the waistband of my leggings and pulling them down. Holes are in the knees and personally I like it like that, looks cool. So thanks Dad.

My thong is all I have on and I refuse to remove it. I'm pretty sure my vagina is just fine.

I turn in a circle again while he searches for visible injures. I sigh when he finally pulls me into a hug. I grab his shirt into a fist and try helplessly to get closer.

When he pulls away he strips himself of his shirt and pants as well before taking my hand and leading me into our bed. We don't talk. We have nothing and everything to say.

I snuggle into him, my forehead resting in between his collarbones, his chin on the top of my head.

The last thing I remember thinking is how I wish, I wish so bad, he hadn't fucked up. And I wish even more I wouldn't forgive him, because I knew for a fact I would.

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Short update
Intense am I right
-m