Please read my fanfiction, Speak. It's about Harry.
Read the note at the bottom and you could be the person to choose what I write a new imagine about!
Btw, This is a punk a.u :-) enjoyyy!
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It's weird to think that my boyfriend used to be a part of a gang who decided to jump me. It's even crazier to think he actually beat me up that night, and now here we are. All cuddled up in his bed, watching an endless amount of movies.
"Hey!" I shouted as someone pushed me, making me stumble into an alley.
"Say one word and we shoot." I was pushed against a wall.
I looked up and saw six guys surrounding me. One of them held a gun.
"Why don't you hand over your phone?" A tall, brown haired man spoke lowly.
"No." I answered. Good thing I forgot my phone and money at home this morning.
Then, I was slapped. The sting in my cheek hurt so much.. I was then pushed to the ground. I landed on my shoulder, making it make a crack sound.
"Harry, shoot her." Someone else spoke.
I felt myself tearing up, a lump growing in my throat. Not only was I scared, but my cheek and shoulder were seriously in so much pain.
I rolled over onto my back and looked up at the dark blue sky, wondering what I did so wrong to deserve this.
A boy then got down and straddled my waist, bent down, and held a gun to the side of my head.
I looked into his eyes. They're a very pretty green color. They weren't dark or hard like everyone else's. They were soft, and even a bit sorrowful.
I gave him a look, as if saying, 'Just shoot. It's not like I have anything to lose.'
His eyes softened even more. He put the gun in his belt and stood up, backing away from me.
"I'm not shooting her." He spoke.
"Why not?!" The rest of them yelled.
"If we kill her, the cops could easily track us down." He replied after a moment of thinking.
"Fine. We'll just have to have some fun with her." A blonde spoke, walking towards me.
His fingers started sliding up my shirt, another man came over and started unbuttoning my jeans.
"We are not raping her!" Harry shouts, pulling the two men away from me. I quickly buttoned my jeans and pulled my shirt down, and started to stand up, but was knocked back down from a kick to my stomach.
I held my stomach, curling up into a ball on the ground.
A kick came to my back, then the back of my head. I cried to myself, hoping they'd just kill me already.
"Harry, you'll get rid of the body. Understand?"
Harry nodded and looked down at me. He made eye contact with me, to which I broke by shutting my eyes and continuing to silently cry.
Many more kicks, punches, and slaps were aimed towards me. My body felt weak, numb even. Soon, I was laying on the dirty ground, unconscious, as they continued to kick and hit me.
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I was awake, but my eyes were closed. I couldn't force myself to open them.
All of my senses came back to me. I could suddenly feel again. A large hand gently held mine. I could tell I was laying on a couch, maybe a bed? A cool, moist rag was wiping my face, I'm guessing wiping away the dirt, tears, and maybe even blood. Once the person was finished wiping my face, they placed a kiss to my forehead.
