Give Me Hope (h.s)

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"Fucking Zayn," I groan, throwing the weights on the ground.

"It could have been Bernard, just think of that," Wyatt tries, but I shake my head.

"Bernard is old as shit. His son is the only thing I'm semi-worried about," I say, wiping my face with my shirt.

"But now for the real question," he says, handing me the new set of weights. I look at him, waiting for his question, which seems to be eating him alive.

"What's the girl like?" he asks, my arms curling the weights. I try to formulate where to begin but all that's coming to my head is her eyes.

"Blue eyes," I say, his lips smirking.

"That's it? Blue eyes?" he asks, my head shaking. "Well...what's she like? How old is she, more specifically?" he asks and I smile.

"She's at least 20. And she's quiet. Fuck, Wyatt, I couldn't stop staring at her. I had to hold back so damn much," I say, his head throwing back as he laughs.

"God, I love it. You think she's hot and you can't go for her. You go for her," he laughs, breaking up his thoughts. "You go for her and you might as well fucking die."

I roll my eyes, moving to the treadmill. My feet start to run but he stops the machine.

"Do you think she likes you?" he asks, my arms leaning against the machine.

"I don't know. She seemed to want me to be around. It's my job to protect the girl."

He nods, but I can tell he's holding something in. "Say it, Wyatt, or so help me, I'll beat your ass."

He just smirks. "Don't do something stupid, Styles. It'll fuck you over in the end."

His words linger as he leaves the room, my eyes closing as I frown. I don't plan on doing anything stupid, but I remember one thing my mom told me when I was young. Don't let anything come between you and your real emotions.

Instead of thinking about what could be, I run. My legs push my body to run fast, my eyes closing. There is so much in my head that I just need to breathe.

As I run, I stop when I hear clatter. My hand flips the machine off and I hear people fighting outside the room. I walk out and see Sacho fighting with a few of the younger members, but I freeze when I see Arabella standing by the door.

"You don't go wandering into corridors that don't fucking correspond to your job," he spits, my eyes watching as someone walks by Arabella. He stops and starts talking to her, Sacho too distracted by the boys to notice.

It's when his hand grabs her arm that I make my way over to them, and it's clear to see that he does not care that he's scaring her.

"Get the fuck away from her," I grit, pushing one of the members off her. He looks at me and I clench my jaw, staring down at him.

"Move, or I'll fucking force you to move," I continue, the kid walking away. I turn to Arabella, but before I can ask if she's okay, I see her eyes close and she passes out. My arms catch her before she falls and I take a second to figure out what to do.

My arm leans down and I lift her into my arms, cradling her small form in my arms. I close my eyes and sigh, carrying her upstairs. I type in the numbers I memorized from watching Sacho and walk down towards her room.

"Harry," I hear, my head turning to see Sacho. His eyes widen and I hold up my hand, easily maneuvering her in my arms. She's a feather.

"She passed out. I brought her up here to take care of her," I say, his body right behind me. I'm in her room and I take in how big it is. She practically has an apartment up here.

"Lay her down. I'll get her some water," he says, my head nodding. I set her on her bed and she stirs, her eyes fluttering. I feel her hand on my arm and I look down at her, her eyes looking up at me.

"Harry," she whispers, my head nodding.

"Yes, what can I get you?" I ask her, her hand moving to take mine. She just holds it and doesn't let go, my eyes flickering to our hands. I have really rough hands, mainly due to fights and lack of moisture. But hers are soft and warm on mine. It feels different.

"W-Will you talk with me?" she asks, my eyebrows furrowing. I don't know what that even means. Is that a normal girl thing? To want to just talk? Before I answer, her dad comes back with water.

"Arabella, you have to take care of yourself. I told you, you need to eat and drink water because it will keep you heal-"

"I passed out because one of them confronted me," she cuts him off, her hand staying on mine.

"What? Arabella, what were you doing out of your room?" he grits, my thumb brushing along the back of her hand.

"I heard you yelling. Then it happened. And Harry," she says, my lips releasing a sigh.

"Lucky for you he was there. He won't be all the time, which is why you need to stay here," he says, her head nodding. It's clear she doesn't fight him anymore, something that shouldn't be but is.

He stands and tell her once more to stay here, then walks out. I look down at her and she sits up, her eyes looking into mine.

"I, um, don't have friends," she says, and I watch her close. She seems upset by the fact, and I really don't blame her. This is her life, and she has no say in it.

"I wish I did," she says, my body moving to stand. She watches as I put my hand out, and she places hers in mine.

"Let's go do what friends do," I say, her eyes widening.

"W-What do you mean?" she asks, my hands pulling her up to stand in front of me. What Sacho doesn't know can't hurt him, so I'm taking his daughter out of this hellhole.

"We're going out."

She smiles, my eyes taking it all in. Arabella stops and grabs my arm, her head tilting to look up at me. I've never been in this type of encounter with a girl before. She's one I can't touch but I sure as hell feel incredibly tempted.

"I have to tell you something," she says, my head nodding. She takes a deep breath and I have her sit back down, her arms crossing over her chest. I stand tall, her eyes flickering to look at the ground.

"I haven't...I don't really, um, go out much. Aside from school. I, uh, I don't know what to do," she says, my legs crouching so I can look at her.

"Arabella, all you have to do is relax and take in the world around you. Don't worry about anything, that's my job. You enjoy tonight and have the time of your life," I say, trying to not sound mean in any way. I've been told I'm an ass when it comes to conversation, but I'm trying extremely hard to get this girl to trust me.

She looks into my eyes and I give her a small smile, trying to see if that will help. And it does because she smiles too, her hands taking mine as I help her up. My mind reels as I attempt to think of where to take her, the world always something I don't have a great view of. But I'll think of something. For her.

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