Warzone // Harry Styles AU

Choice

A little piece of advice... Remember to lock your doors and windows at night.

After I was done with my pityparty /relief cry, Nessa and my mom returned home. They left me alone, I think they knew something happened.

Definitely not that I had almost been raped, but something that had made me a little moody.

Almost being raped can make people moody, so they weren't far off.

I pretty much hid in my room, becoming a hermit for the rest of the evening. I laid in bed the whole time, staring at the wall and not doing anything.

At some point, I fell asleep.

Surprisingly, I didn't dream about anything, but woke up a few hours later.

My eyes flew open, my subconscious mind alerting me something was wrong. I caught a movement by the window, someone was quietly pushing it closed.

My breathing escalated, and I scrambled to the far corner of my bed. The figure whipped around, startled I was awake.

We stared at each other for a few moments, until I recognized the mop of curly hair on the person's head.

"Harry?!" I whispered, shocked.

He smiled, I saw the flash of white teeth against the still black face. "Sorry," he said, shrugging.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, clutching a blanket toy chest. My heart was still pounding. He scratched his head.

"I, uh... Don't really know."

I frowned. "Get out."

"Please, Charlie."

"Stop doing this!" I exclaimed. "Stop doing this whole 'oh let me get into your pants' thing and then change your mind and be mister nice guy! Stop! I know it's a lie and I don't want you here!"

"Charlie, I need to know if you're okay."

I drew my knees up to my chest, not saying anything. Harry moved, and slowly sank down on the bed next to me.

"So are you okay?" He asked, pushing hair out of my face.

"Thank you," I said so softly it could barely be heard.

"For what?" Harry wondered. I saw him frown, confused.

"You rang the bell just before he actually cut me."

"That's not all of it," Harry said. "There has to be more." He searched my eyes in the darkness.

"He had his jeans on the floor," I stated flatly. "He was holding me against the wall, and he kissed me. I couldn't move. I was physically stuck between him and the wall, and he kept digging the knife into my cheek because I wasn't kissing him back. He was ENJOYING it," my voice cracked, and I wiped a stray tear.

Harry didn't say anything, but he picked me up and cradled me to his chest. My head leaned against his shoulder, and he kissed my forehead.

I let him hold me. I let him kiss my face while I cried into his shirt. I let him play with my hair, and I let him do what he wanted.

It felt good. Harry was strong, and for the first time since I had moved to London, I felt safe. I felt at home. And I didn't want him to leave me alone anymore.

Surprisingly, he didn't try anything bad once he realized I was letting him in. He just kept me close while I was upset, and stayed the way he was until I fell back asleep.

He was gone the next morning, but I noticed a post-it on my window.

It told me I looked beautiful when I was asleep.

I fingered the sheet, smiling slightly. It was cute.

I got out of bed and began to get ready. We needed to go to the store, and I was feeling much better after my talk with Harry the night before.

I hopped in the family car, driving to the supermarket. I stepped out into the parking lot, and began to walk towards the building.

A few feet before the entrance, a group of boys all with lime green mohawks stepped in front of me. They crossed their arms, and blocked my path.

"Excuse me," I said shakily, trying to push past them. They didn't move.

"You Charlie?" One asked. My head whipped his direction. "We need to have a little talk."

Two of the boys grabbed my arms, and I tried to twist free, but it was no use. My pulse skyrocketed.

"If you want to live in this town, I suggest you choose your friends wisely," the leader, I assumed, said. "We've seen you with Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, and Shane Dimitri. Not good choices."

I swallowed thickly.

"We," he motioned to his group. "Don't like them. In fact, they're pretty damn high on our hit list."

"What does this have to do with me?" I asked shakily.

"I dunno, kitty cat. Depends on what else you choose to do," he smirked, pulling a gun out of his jacket and nudging me with it. I froze.

"That's what I thought. Now, if you want to have a nice life, I'd say you should stay out of the gang business. It's not a good place for a fit girl like you."

He turned, and strode away with the rest of his posse.

My knees buckled, and I clutched a car for support. I tried to catch my breath, but I couldn't suck air in fast enough.

I had to get out of all this shit.



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A/N:

Sorry, this ones a bit short:/

Whatever, I still like it because the beginning is cute and the end is like OOH DRAMA

Considering this is so short, I'll only make you give me three votes for the next one. And I just realize I am very forgetful, so I need to have an actual count of the votes or else I won't update oops

So the total votes will be at 16 with the three I'm asking for.

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