Compelled

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A week passed, I had been avoiding all of them. I had concluded billions of theories in my head, but one stood out from all the others. It required apologizing to Harry. It was the first week of december. Snow was clung on the roads, making them icy and slippery. My mother left at 5. She had been allowing me to do less suckish things. Instead of staying at home, eating hot pockets and cereal everyday, I was now able to leave and get myself food, withhout doing anything else. Hey, it was an upgrade...

I had gotten use to sneaking out. It had become a job to me. It was fun playing the role of a spy, peeking around corners, ducking whenever someone viewed as the slightest chance of looking like my mom. Tonight was different. It was important. I put on a warm sweater that was oversized, one of the sleeves falling just below my shoulder. I added grey leggings and black boots. I straightened my hair and put on an agreeable amount of makeup.

I started the engine to my car, pressing play on the radio. Christmas music blasting at its high. "Ugh! No!" I screeched. I shut it off not even bothering to change the station. I hated Christmas music. From what the few songs I heard of it.

I drove in silent, too nervous anyways for noise. Thoughts jumbled together in my head. Would he get mad? How would he react? Does he hate me? I don't remember him ever trying to visit. I told my mom to keep her routine of shutting people out. She told me Zayn came to visit, Niall also, and a girl named Danna. She tried convincing me that she was my best friend, but I was avoiding everyone. We could make small talk later. I did respect the fact, after all of this. I still had friends, wanting to be friends. 

A nervous pit in my stomach appeared once I saw the familiar house. I prayed inside hoping he wasn't home, but deep down. I wanted him to be there behind the doors. I parked my car and nervously stepped up the stairs leading to my passage way in. What if he didn't even invite me in? What if he told me to leave?

"Celia?" A raspy low voice bolted me out of my trance. My eyes met his regular green ones, except they were red around the corners. His hair was a mess, sweat dripped of the tip of his nose. "Are you okay?" I asked concerned. "Fine the alcohol is passing through my system. Almost completely gone." "Alcohol?" "Not completely....or I wouldn't have told you that." "Harry-" "Come in"

His eyes pierced through my back as I entered the house. We both sat down in a peaceful living room with huge couches.  "I wanted to tell you, that I'm sorry." His eyes narrowed, he shook his head as a gesture to continue. "I was wrong. You kept it from me, because you knew I would act the way I did. You didn't want to hurt me. What you did was wrong, but I know nobody's perfect. We make mistakes. I just wish I could get my memory back. I can't contain all this grief anymore." "Then get it back" "What?" "You've busted through that wall up there before, it can't hurt to try again?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Really!" He agreed sitting down besides me.

His eyes were back to their full self's. The pale color in his skin refreshed. Not even a trace of drinking. "You have to try harder, think of your first memory as a kid, the first time you got in trouble, the first time you went to school." He placed his hands in my lap grabbing a hold of my own. "Just squeeze if it hurts okay? I'll be right here to wake you up." I swallowed, licking my lips. I took one last deep breath before being sucked into a world of my own.

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Harry's Pov:

Celia's eyes fluttered close. I got to admire her beauty without her having any clue. It had been an hour and she had stayed in the same position. Out of nowhere. Her hands squeezed my own. She drew them away to the sides of her head, closing off her ears. She screamed, tears spewing out of her eyes. I helped her to her feet. "Celia!" I yelled. No reply. "Celia!!!" Her eyes met mine, filled with fear. "Its okay! Its fine, I'm here! I'm with you!" Her head flicked in different directions around the room, her eyes searching. "Celia, c'mon! Wake up!" Her worried eyes glanced at me one last time before rolling into the back of her head, as her body collapsed on the floor.

Celia's Pov:

I woke up to see Zayn's face right before mine. "You're awake" he smiled. Harry was behind him, pacing the room back and forth. Niall was leaning on the doorway biting his fingernails. "There back" Zayn huffed shaking his head "Who's back?" "My memories" his face lit up "That's great!" Harry stopped, glaring at us. "This is not an issue to be gushing over" He harshly stated. "What are you talking about?" Zayn questioned. "I didn't think Celia would get all her memories back, I called up Grimmy asking him if this was the situation what would happen. Witches know when a full spell has been broken. She's going to be coming for us. Can't you hear the weather outside" We all quietly listened to the loud downpour of rain and thunder.

"So what do we do?" Zayn stood up, not stepping an inch further. "We need to get Celia to safety first, then, we fight." Harry suggested. "Alright, I'm in" Zayn nodded. "I'll take Celia somewhere safe" Harry said. "Zayn grab weapons a few  located in my basement." Harry was stopped when Zayn grabbed his forearm. "Brenda will know you'll be with Celia. Niall should take her. He's just as human." "No-" "Harry, you know for a fact, if you go with Celia, neither of you will be safe." Harry looked at Zayn with pure hatred yanking his arm away. "Fine"

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Me and Niall stood at the front door saying goodbye to Zayn and Harry. "What if we never see each other-" "We will. Now take this" Harry said passing me a duffle bag. "What's in it?" "Weapons, keep yourself protected. Promise me" "I promise" His large arms engulfed me in a hug. I turned to Zayn. No words needed to be spoken. We just hugged and wished for the best. Niall and I loaded into his red truck. "Where are we going?" "To Liam's house, Louis is there as well." "Do they..know about-" "All I told them was that we needed somewhere to hide."

My eyes wandered on the road, I was scared of what was to come. What if I never saw Harry or Zayn. What if one of them got hurt. I couldn't live with myself if that was the case. Niall placed his hand on my thigh, lighting patting it. "Its going to be okay Celia. Their going to be okay."

Niall and I arrived at Liam's house. Niall slid his hand through mine as we walked up to the door. Liam opened it with Louis behind him. "Come in" Liam led us down to the basement. He opened a large room with a bed and a few couches. "The guest room is all I have" "It will do, thanks" "What do-" "Liam I told you already, no one can find us, don't open the door if you don't know them." Niall said. "It seems like you guys are running from the police or something. Should I be worried?" "Liam, just trust me. Please" "Alright" Liam closed the door, his footsteps tracing back upstairs.

"You want to sit-" "Yeah" I breathed stressed from everything. "So, you remember everything?" "Yeah, like it never disappeared. Weird right?" "Definitely weird, but good" I laughed, smiling at him. "How are they going to fight off a witch?" I let my guard down. "Don't underestimate vampires Celia" I tried showing confidence, but I was so worried about both of them. She had won us all before.

A few hours passed. I waited anxiously for a phone call, or some sigh to show they were okay. Niall stood stretching "I'm gonna go get a soda" He yawned. "Want one?" "Oh, um, no" Niall disappeared for a few minutes never returning. I grew suspicious. Maybe he was talking to Liam and Louis.

I waited longer and longer, finally coming to a decision to look upstairs. The stairs creaked as my weight was placed on them. "Niall? Louis? Liam?" I reached the top, everything was in place, but no boys. I checked the garage, Liam kept his soda contained in a mini fridge here. The garage door was opened, leaving a view to outside. I grabbed a flashlight to my left, powering it on. No ounce of rain for evidence. It was just a cold quiet winter night. I stepped further and further, reaching the end of the garage.

A warm drop, met my cheek. I wiped it off to see red liquid on my finger. Blood. I looked up and saw a puddle running from the ceiling. I ran into the street. "Help!" "Someone call the cops!" I prayed a neighbor would hear. Just as I turned around a man was before my eyes. He had brownish blonde hair, and a dimpled smile. In a matter of seconds I ran as fast as I could.

Okay so that dude at the last part, right I imagine him to be Sam Clafflin (Finnick from the hunger games) BECAUSE HE IS HAWT.

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