Rescue Me (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

How Did We Get This Lucky? {3}

Rose's P.O.V

We rush backstage after the concert.

"Excuse me, excuse me. The love of Harry's life coming through," Becky says as we push our way through the crowd.

I blush and let her practically drag me to the backstage entrance.

"And where do you think you two are going?" the security guard asks us.

Harry appears behind him with a warm smile.

"It's okay, Paul, they're with me."

Paul sighs and lets us through. I smile shyly at Harry as he leads us backstage.

 "So how did you like the concert?" Harry asks.

I smile but say nothing, unable to form a sentence.

Finally Becky exclaims, "It was amazing! Thank you so much for the tickets Harry."

Harry smirks at me, noticing how tongue-tied I am.

He puts his hand on the small of my back and leans down to whisper, "Don't be nervous." 

We take a seat next to the guys, and Becky looks at me, disbelief in her eyes. How did we get this lucky?

Louis is the first to speak. "What's your name, darling?"

Becky smiles and introduces herself.

"So, what do you guys want to do?" Liam asks.

"Hey, do you girls want to go see a movie? Paul can rent out a theater for us so we can have some privacy and not be bombarded with fans." Zayn suggests.

I glance over at Becky and she nods in approval.

"Sure, lets go."

We quickly hop into the van, strategically avoiding the fans and paparazzi. When we arrive at the movies, a crowd has already gathered.

"How did they know we would be coming?" Niall inquires.

Paul escorts us through the crowd and into the empty theater. Harry practically drags me into the seat next to him. Well, at least he's not shy, I think. We turn our attention to the big screen, and Harry subtly puts his arm around the back of my chair. I smile and lean in, unable to focus on the movie. How did my life get so perfect?

Harry's P.O.V

We're sitting in a movie theater, watching some action movie, and all I can do is stare at the top of her perfect head. My eyes never leave her as the movie ends and the lights come on. "Okay, let's go," Zayn says, snapping me out of my daze. I grab Rose's hand and lead her out of the theater. We push through the huge crowd gathered in front of the building and climb into the van.

"Where to next?" I say.

Louis suggests we head back to the hotel room for a bit, and we all agree. 

When we enter the room, Becky exclaims, "Man, I'm starving. Can we order pizza or something?"

The boys rumbling stomachs agree with her, and they call in a pizza. I pull Rose into my room, so we can have some privacy.

"Tell me about yourself. Don't hold anything back," I say as we sit down on the bed.

She blushes and I give her a reassuring smile. I want her to know that she can trust me with anything.

"Well," she begins, "When I was 15 I thought I had found my true love; his name was Jack. I moved into a house with him, since he was older and living on his own. He was perfect and he treated me right, so I dropped everything for him. My mom disowned me, my father cried for the first time in his life. I was devastated but I loved him. And he loved me. At least I thought he did..."

She stops talking and tears fall onto her perfect little face.

"What's wrong?" I ask, worried.

"It's just.. complicated."

"Please, continue. I want to help you but I can't if I don't know the whole story."

"Well, once I moved in, things changed. He drank more. He got angry easily. But everything was okay until one day, he hit me. And since then it's been getting worse."

She tentatively rolls up her sleeve, and the bruises there are visible. I gently grab her arm and examine them closer. How could he do this to her!

She continues in a shaky voice, "I had given up until I met Becky. She saved me. But even she doesn't know the extent of his wrath, she just knows he treats me badly. You're the only one who knows the whole story."

"Why don't you just pack up and leave?" I ask.

"I can't," she says, "He will track me down, and then it will be even worse."

"Well, just know, you're safe for at least one night." I say.

She shakes her head. 

"I can't stay. He's expecting me. If I don't come home by my curfew, he gets really angry. I'm sorry but I have to go."

Rose's P.O.V

I grab Becky's hand and pull her so hard she drops her pizza and falls off the chair.

"Hey, I was eating that!" she exclaims.

I apologize and help her up.

"We have to go! I'm going to be late!"

She looks at me, understanding my panic, and quicky says goodbye to the boys. I practically drag her to the car and into the front seat.

"Drive," I command, climbing into the passenger seat.

What did I just do? I just told a complete stranger my whole life story, gory details and all. What if he tells someone? What if he confronts Jack? No, I think, Harry would'nt do that. He's a good guy.

"AHHH!" Becky squeals, "Can you believe we were just hanging out with one freaking direction! I mean seriously, Rose, what girl wouldn't kill to be us right now!"

I laugh and shake my head. Becky can be a quite the crazy fangirl sometimes.

"Did you have a nice time with the boys?" I wonder. She giggles but says nothing. I cock an eyebrow at her but do not grill her further. Let her have her secrets. We pull up to Jack's house, 10 minutes late. I scramble out of the car and wave goodbye to Becky. I unlock the front door and hurry in, hopeful that Jack will not notice my lateness.

"ROSE!!" I hear from the kitchen, and I freeze with terror.

He steps into the living room.

"Your late," he says with a sinister smile.

I see a gun, I hear a bang, I taste blood, and the smell of gunpowder surrounds me as  I feel the world slipping away from me.