I let out a little wimpy moan as I just glared at her in terror. She rose an eyebrow, her eyes a little softer..
"So? Ask your to-die-for questions," she smirked, looking down at her sweater...
"This is so ridiculous," she sighed as she looked away in disgust, crossing her legs as Simon drove onto the freeway. She looked back up at me, and we met each other's gaze... it was not pleasant. First girl in a while that didn't have any reaction to meeting me. If anything, one of hatred.
"Are you going to just sit there and stare at me like a coward? We don't have much time before we drop you off," she said rudely, she seemed a little annoyed.. Why was she so upset though... I gulped..
"Wh- What really happened that night?" I barely coughed, I was shitting bricks asking her this.. but I knew I had to ask... It's the reason I'm here in the first place. She smiled at me, somewhat disappointed.
"Well, to start it all off, you were suppose to be drunk, I don't know why you weren't. Fucking Freddie didn't get his damn job done," she breathed before taking a sigh and continuing, her expression seemed uninterested.
I remembered the bar-tender, asking me to taste ' the new' vodkas and drinks... The bar-tender that tried so hard to get me to drink... that makes sense. She took out her gun again, but this time held it vertically, breathing on it as she cleaned it up with a cloth. She smiled as she glared at it, knowing how much I freaking wanted to faint at the sight of that gun.
" And the dumb fuck of an old coot that gave you guys food was Ernie.Anyway, I'm in no mood to talk, so I'll get to the point." she said as spun the gun in her hand.
"I'm pretty much your babysitter. No, like your body guard.. you know what, fuck it," she thought.
"I'm your protector," she finished, looking at me for my response, and satisfied when I looked at her in confusion.
"Protector?" I blurted. She nodded her head as she skimmed her fingers around her gun, treating it like if it was her own child.
"Yup, Mr.Harry Styles... You're on a hit list," she laughed, a little frustrated. I gulped and I think I began hyperventilating... Someone.. wanted to kill me? I could feel the tears rush down my face, as I stared blankly in disbelief... Someone was trying to take my life.. I thought of how little time I must have..And I reminisced my life.. Liam, Louis, Niall, Zayn, my mum, Gemma,my dad,Cara,Steph, Natalie, Sam, Paul, Danny, Josh, everyone.. I'd be gone.. I wouldn't see them anymore... My chest felt hollow as this all sunk in... I was going to die..
Then her expression changed as she glared at me, and her eyes became soft, her eyebrows furrowed together in concern, a little surprised as she let out a small 'whoa' at my emotional response...
"Harry?" her voice was suddenly so innocent, so soft, soothing. I looked back at her, having to blink through my tears. She stood up as Simon stopped at a red light, sighing deeply in concern. She grabbed my face harshly between her hand, showing her strength.
"I won't let anyone hurt you," she whispered sincerely, her eyes reassured her words.
"I am going to put every single bit of effort into keeping you safe, Harry. If it's the last thing I do. I promise." she continued, looking at me, as her words were dedicated, her eyes intense. Her words felt so nice to hear, so reassuring, I actually believed her... I nodded my head, before hundreds of questions bubbled into my mind..
"Why do you hate me so much, then? And why are they trying to kill me? But most of all, why am I even important enough to be protected?" I thought, I mean. Out of all people in this world, why did I have to be protected.. why was I that important?
"Don't belittle yourself, Styles." she said as she let go of my face and leaned back against the chair, looking out the window in a bit of confusion... She looked back , scanning me quickly.
"And I don't hate you," she rolled her eyes, her careless nature coming back. She put away her gun and she looked at me with an obvious expression.
" As for why you're targeted...Boy, you're Harry Styles, the most successful 19 year old there is... The biggest boy-band in the world... you out of all people should know that you're going to have the obsessed haters," she finished off seriously. I nodded my head as I took in her words. She looked at me and waited for more questions.
"What about the guys?" I asked, scared for their lives, too. They were like my brothers.
"They will be fine... We actually have a suspect on hand.. a few actually.. The guy that was going to shoot you? Yeah, he's very straight forwards with his plans, not clever at all, not very bright," she laughed.
"Anyway, they'll be fine, trust me. The dumb ass just hates you the most," she finished in annoyance. I nodded, sighing a little breath of relief that my pals will be ok.
Simon stopped suddenly, and I looked to see that he was in front of my hotel room. I looked back at Simon, who's face was stressed but not as concerned with the woman in his car. I was reaching for the door before she grabbed my shoulder harshly. I looked back, and a hint of threat flashed against her expression again.
"You should not know about any of this. No one else should know about any of this. You let one thing out of your mouth and you will ruin the whole plan, and you'll be dead," she hissed in my ear. I looked away wide-eyed at the surrounding, no one around this early.. What if the killer is here? I could feel my breaths quicken again before she sighed again.
"I'll be around, Harry. As well as a few others. You're safe, just relax," she said softly... I nodded, she was so confusing.. one minute she's such a good person, one minute she's a complete bitch. What if she was trying to kill me? My expression opened even wider when I took a quick glance at her. She noticed.
I stepped out of the car.
"Oh and Harry?" she said, I turned to see Simon staring at me blankly, before he looked at the girl that peaked her head from the backseat, making sure not to be seen. She gave me an evil look.
"Just know that I got your back, lad. I'm a bitch, but my intentions are pure." he assured, sounding rude but sincere. I smiled awkwardly before she turned her gaze to someone and she winked. I followed her gaze and a bellman looked back and nodded.
He looked at me and smiled warmly,
"It's getting a little chilly, sir. You should head inside," he smiled, reassuring me that he was one of the many to help. I felt so relieved.. I patted his back and smiled.
"Thank you,' I murmured.
I didn't feel as relieved though. Someone was still trying to kill me... and I didn't even know where, how, or when...
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SAFE (Harry Styles Fan-Fic)
Fanfiction"Don't...look...down," she was barely able to whisper. The faint pink of her lips began to become pale, her eyes horror-struck as she held on to me. My eyes, desperate to see the damage. The blood that dripped down my face, down from hers, too. I...
