It's about midnight and you're coming home from working a late nightshift. All you're thinking about is getting home to Harry and sleeping in your cozy bed. Your mind is else where as you make your ten minute walk home. You are a perfect target right now. Out of no where, three guys come out of an alley and surround you. You immediately become aware and freeze. The men are much, much bigger than you and each have some sort of weapon. Your breathing begins to stagger and your hands are shaking. There's no one behind you. You can make a break for it. You foot moves back one step and the one is front of you, obviously the leader of the group, pulls a gun out of his pocket, pointing it at you. "If you move, i'll shoot," he says, with a raspy voice. You definitely should not make a run for it. "W-What do you want," you say, trying not to show that you are completely terrified. He points his gun at your purse that's hanging over your shoulder. You quickly hand it to him and begins to dig through it, with the other two men looking over his shoulder. You realize something. He's not going to find anything. Your wallets in your pocket. This is your only chance to run. None of them are paying attention. Without a second thought, you dart down the alley. "Get her!" the leader yells. The heels you're wearing right now are very inconvenient. You quickly take them off and throw them behind you, hoping to hit one of them. You run for your life, feeling rocks and glass digging into your feet. You're about to take a turn but someone pulls you back by your shirt. They're everywhere. Kicking your stomach, punching your face. Then everything goes black.
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You wake up and groan. It's pitch black outside and your whole body aches. You reach into your back pocket to see if your phone is still there and surprisingly it is. Right as you are about to respond to Harry's million of texts, your phone dies. "No, no, no," you groan as you smack your phone. You put it back in your pocket and stand up slowly, basically screaming in pain. You exit the alley and limp down the street to your flat.
There are no people or cars on the street so you wonder what time it is. You limp by one of the closed store windows and look at your reflection. You hair is a mess, your coat is hanging off of your body, you have a huge black eye, a busted lip, and a bunch of tiny scratches on your face. Your shaking hand touches your sore face and you wince. You lift up your shirt a bit and you gasp. There are as many bruises on your body then there are stars in the sky. Tears start streaming down your face as you stagger away. Your feet are in excruciating pain from the glass lodged into them.
You finally get to your front door and you pound your fist on the door, now full blown crying. Harry opens the door and you fall into his arms sobbing. He carries you to the couch and closes the door. "(Y/N) who did this to you? What happened? Im going to end whoever did this!" he says, becoming furious. You began to cry harder and he embraces you. "Baby, you need to tell me what happened, please," he says softly. You take a shaky breath and tell him everything. Angry tears form in his eyes and he roughly wipes them away. "Kitten, I need you to tell me exactly what they look like, but first I'm going to take care of you.
He carries you bridal style into the bathroom and sits you down on the toilet lid. His trembling hand touches your face softly and you can't help but flinch. "It's going to be okay (Y/N), I promise," he tells you. He puts your hair up out of your face and takes a rag, starting to clean the cuts on your face. After he tried his best to take care of your face, he started a bath for you. He lifts your shirt off and you scream in pain. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," he says his voice cracking. He starts crying when he sees the bruises scattered on your body. He lifts you into the bath and begins to gently wash off all of the dry blood and dirt. He gently takes your feet and examines the bottom of them. "I'm going to have to take out all of the glass, kitten. It's going to hurt but i'll try to be as gentle as possible," he tells you and you nod your head. He takes the tweezers and begins to remove the glass shards. The pain is too much to handle. You clamp your mouth shut so you won't scream, but you are sobbing in pain.
It feels like a century later when he finishes cleaning you off and removing all of the glass pieces. Your whole body feels like it was run over by a tank. He puts pajamas on you and lays you down in bed. He sits down next to you with a piece of paper and a pen. "Babe, you need to tell me everything about the men that hurt you," he says taking your hand.
"They all had bandanas covering everything but their eyes. They were wearing black beanies and they were wearing all black. I don't remember anything else about them. It was dark and I blacked out," you say staring at the wall. "Thats a good start, kitten. I promise you that I will find out who they are and I will ruin them for laying a hand on you. If I every see them again they wouldn't see tomorrow" he says gradually getting more angry. You start to cry again and he pulls you into his arms. You know that as long as you have Harry, you will be safe.
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