State of Grace [ larry au ]

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( A/N: ) This story is only going to be maybe three - four parts? Not entirely sure yet. There's like some, well, not mature but mature-ish scenes in this part. Just a warning. Louis is also taller than Harry in this, whoop.

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Harry hummed happily to himself as he walked along the street. He was wearing a pair of white skinny jeans (loose jeans, mind you. He didn't want to tempt anyone like a demon would have), a white shirt and a big brown coat that was lined with fur (fake fur of course, because he would never wear something that came from one of God's creations). He had on his favourite brown boots and he walked with a skip in his step.

A mother and her young daughter walked past, the girl holding an ice-cream. She wasn't looking where she was going and ended up tripping on a loose tile in the pavement and well, that wouldn't do. Harry was definitely going to write to the council about getting that fixed. The ice-cream cone slipped from her hands and the little girls gasped loudly. Just as it was about to hit the floor, Harry snatched it up in his large hands and handed it back to her.

The little girl grinned, revealing a missing tooth. "Thank you, sir!" She said gratefully, with a small lisp.

"You are most welcome." He replied with a smile and began on his journey again.

He waved to random people in the street and helped an old lady across the road, politely declining her offers of money, saying that helping her was enough.

As he walked away, he heard her say quietly, "People should be more like him."

He walked into an alley, glancing at the watch on his wrist once again.

Harry Styles is to stop Sarah Millers being raped in the alleyway. 2:20.

The time was 2:19 now, so he knew he had made it just in time.

He hid himself in the shadows behind a bin and watched as the girl was shoved into the dirty brick wall by one big guy, three other men surrounding her. She was wearing black jeans and a brown trench coat. One of the men tugged on the belt of her coat, trying to loosen it and she cried out, pulling the coat tighter around herself.

"C'mon doll." The leader droned, tugging on the belt again. "Show us a bitta' skin."

Sarah shook her head and began crying. Harry made sure his glamour was securely on before he stepped out from the shadows quietly and walked towards them. The men heard him approaching and turned to face him, the leader walking towards him whilst one of the other men, pinned Sarah to the wall.

"Waddya' want kid?" He slurred, obviously slightly intoxicated, chewing obnoxiously on some gum, his jaw clicking with every chew. He was quite, well, displeasing to look at, Harry thought, what with the greasy brown hair and rusty eyebrow piercing. Harry suppressed the shudder that desperately wanted to come out.

Harry steeled himself and stared hard at him. "Let her go."

All in sync, the three men began laughing, the one pinning Sarah planting a wet kiss on her cheek. She cringed back into the wall, trembling violently.

The leader quirked his head and the man began tearing Sarah's coat off. She screamed and struggled violently.

Harry clenched his fists and ground his teeth. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

He took a deep breath and felt everything around him stop and silence fall over him. He lifted his head and nodded satisfied when he saw that everything around him had frozen. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists as he felt the heat rising from his core, traveling down his arms and out of his fingers. As the white light surged out from his fingertips and hit the leader square in the chest, Harry walked over to him and grabbed him in a head lock, letting go in his mind and everything sped back up to normal. The man gasped and his three accomplices mouths' dropped open in shock.