The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 14

**At the end of this chapter, there's a long ass thing about why I haven't been on here too much lately and about Harry (of course) soooo yeah**
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"Harry, please!" I was basically screaming at this point as I pounded on the front door. My knuckles became red and before I knew it, blood was trickling down my hands. "Dammit Harold!"

"Rose, stop." Zayn tried to pry me away from the door.

I turned to face him with bloodshot eyes. His eyes went from my hands to my face. I quickly wiped them on my jeans.

"We have to get him. Are you going to help me, or not?"

He looked at me for a few seconds before sighing. He walked towards the door, jaw clenching. He took his hands out of his pockets before kicking the door down. I jumped back with wide eyes.

"That'll...that'll do." I mumbled as I walked past him, into Harry's home.

"Mummy!" Darcy squealed, jumping onto my back.

I let out a puff of air from the impact before smiling. I took her into my arms.

"Where's daddy?" I asked softly, watching as she quickly looked down at her hands.

"M' not supposed to say..."

My stomach dropped. I looked back at Zayn, who simply just stared at Darcy with a blank expression.

"Darcy, honey...daddy is in danger. I have to help him, ok?" I whispered, rubbing circles into her hair.

She looked back up at me, nodding hesitantly. She wiggled her way out of my arms, hopping down onto the hard wood floor.

She grabbed my arm, lightly pulling me through the large house. Zayn trailed close behind us as she led me towards the end of a long hallway.

She suddenly stopped, pointing towards a door. I looked from her to the door. I slowly placed my hand on the doorknob.

"Careful." Zayn murmured as he got in front of Darcy.

I rolled my eyes, cracking the door open a bit. My lips parted, jaw dropping. My eyes grew cloudy and I thought I may pass out.

"Harry!" I whispered, running into the room.

I dropped to my knees beside him, reaching out to him. He looked up at me, jumping back. I was startled by his actions...the fact that he flinched away from my touch out of fear.

"R-Rosie?" His voice cracked as he trembled like a small child.

I reached up to cup his face. Tears pricked my eyes as I inspected his face. His face was wet with old and fresh tears. It looked as if he'd been crying for days.

My teeth gritted together behind my cherry red lips. My mind was now fuzzy with anger.

His hair was in clumps on the floor, scissors beside his feet. His lips were cut, along with a long slash on his right cheek.

"She did this. Didn't she?" I seethed, watching as his lips slowly parted.

I crouched down a bit more so my knees were almost touching the ground. I carefully gripped his face with a hand on either side.

"She said she'd hurt Darcy. She said...she'd kill my b-baby..." He hiccuped loudly as a tear rolled down his cheek.

I brought my face closer to his, wiping away his tears. I had to resist crying myself.

"I promise, Harry...I won't let her hurt her. I promise."

He looked up at me with wide eyes. I didn't know what to do so I leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips.