Masie Perries little sister who's taking a gap year to do some travelling but what will happen when she meets Harry Styles? Will she drag him in to her unknown dangerous family problems or will she try and keep him out of it...that if she can? Read...
My heart thumped hard and loud in my chest and my palms begin to sweat. I'm being hunted by someone I don't know, having to watch our backs at every turn. Watching Harry in danger it's tearing me apart.
I shot up and stood by the window shaking. And paces back and forth.
"Masie it's okay, it will be okay I'm not going to let them get you," Harry said standing up from the bed and grabbing my shoulders.
I don't think I have ever been so afraid in my life. Yes I can fight. But how can I fight someone I don't know? There's no plan. This is not how wanted things to go I just wanted to travel and live a little. Yes along the way I fell for a gorgeous green eyed boy and I deffinatly wouldn't change that for anything. He means more to be than anything right now.
I felt my eyes fill with fearful tears and I turn to look at Harry.
"I need your hug," I whimper.
He immediately throws me into his bair chest without a second thought.
"Shh shush baby it will be okay, we will sort this, I promise," Harry mumbled into the top of my head.
I sniffled into his chest breathing his gorgeous smell in. Why do men always smell so good? I don't know how long we stood there after that but I soon felt my body grow tired it had been a long day I slowly felt my body give way and I slipped into a horrible sleep. But all I could think of as how familiar the way that voice talked....
The next morning I awoke feeling groggy but as I lay there and bickered with myself I wasn't going to let whoever this was get inside my head. I swear when I see my dad I'm going to give him a piece of my mind for dragging us both into his mess and him not even giving a toss.
I looked over at Harry a smile immediately comming to my lips. Why is he so damn gorgeous even when he's sleeping? The ways his curls lay messily on the pillow and how is lips are slightly parted as small snores escape them. He is breath takingly handsome. He may not be everyone taste. Or people may think hes not perfect or dont like how he is. But to me he is definition of perfect. I leaned in and rubbed his arms and then lifted it over my shoulder snuggling into his chest. My favourite place to be.
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All to soon there became a knock at the door. I pulled a dressing gown round myself and headed for the door. I crackered the door open first just to see who it was. I was met by a tall man in a suit, something was off immediately. I tried to slam the door shut.
"HARRY!" I yell trying to wake him.
The door didn't quite shut before I was thrown back against the wall causing the mirror on it to smash. There was a thud as I landed on the floor.
"MASIE!" I heard Harry yell but my head and vision was all fuzzy.
I see the guy walk in an immediately come towards me.
"Oh no you fucking don't," I heard Harry growl.
I looked up and Harry pounced on the man and knocked him to the floor. I felt something trickle down my temple, I touched it and saw bright red blood. I scrambled to me feet trying not to cut myself again. As I watch the guy overpower Harry and headbutt him I cringe and then remember the gun inside my bag. I watched more punches get thrown Harry's way. I sprinted over to my bag and pulled out the gun unclipping the safety. I then pressed the barrel against the guys head.
"Move one more inch and I promise you I will blow your fucking brains out," I growl.
He immediately tensed and whipped his head round to look at me.
"You ain't got the balls to shoot me," he spat and I raised my eye brows at him.
"You want a bet. You don't know what I'm capable of," I spit back nudging the barrel against his head.
I flicked my eyes to Harry and examine his face. He has a black eye comming and two splits on his lip. I meet his eyes briefly there full of rage as they stare into mine. I turn my attention back to the suited guy.
"You father was right you are weak! No wonder you were the consultation prize," he smears and I grit my teeth and whack the guy straight across his head hard.
"I am nothing to that man, he's no father of mine. And we sure as hell are not going down because of his bull shit mistakes," I reply whipping the blood of my head.
The guy turns to look at me and flicks his leg out and trips my to the floor on, the gun sliding along the floor, I landed on my back knocking the air out of me. I cough but he's soon enough on top of me with his hands around my neck. I feel myself gasp for air but I can't, my hands rest on his round my neck trying to pry him off. I then hear a BANG!!!
The hands are immediately released from my neck and he roles off me. I look up and there stands Harry holding my gun with slightly shaky hands. Blood pours on the floor from the guys head. Harry holds his hand out to me and I flinch at my head.
Turner bursts in the door and takes in the sight.
"Sorry I was getting you guys some breakfast. Go clean up both of you I will deal with this," he said and neither of us say anything. I just take Harry's hand and lead him into the bathroom.
I turn on the water. Harry looks distant and I know he's in shock, he's never seen anything like this or done anything like this before. I understand how he feels I've been there. I don't talk to him I just reach my fingers to the top of his boxers and pull them down and lead him into the shower. He immediately sinks to the floor of the shower. The water cascades over his head and down his body. I close the door and leave him alone for a few minutes. I sit on the tolite seat and and replay everything.
I can still feel the adrenaline pumping round my body wearing out because my hands begin to shake. I sit on the floor and cross my legs. Resting my arms on my legs and inhale and exhale some deep breaths, this is how I always cope with bringing myself down. Harry had to do what he had to do if not I would had died and I know Harry wouldn't let that happen. I just wish he hadn't had to push himself that far.
"Masie..," I hear Harry mumbled.
I reach over and open the door slightly and look at his guilty eyes.
"You okay?" I ask searching his eyes.
"I'm sorry I'm weak," he replies and looks at the floor.
"Harry you are NOT weak! What you did you shouldn't never have had to do. You should never have been put in that position. You saved my life Harry! I'm just so sorry your in this mess," I said the guilt in my voice taking over.
"I am weak, I shouldn't be like this right now. I should be making sure your okay," he answers making me shake my head.
"Harry I am fine don't worry about me. It my fault your in this mess so please don't feel guilty, if anyone should it's me," I say slipping my head down in shame and playing with the tassle on the dressing gown.
"Masie it isn't your fault how many times do I have to say this. It was your dad not you! I'm glad I came along because if not you would be alone and that thought alone terrifies me. I don't want you ever alone," Harry said and I tear up slightly and bite my lip.
"Harry...." I sigh. "You don't have to take care of me. What's happened these past 2 days you are better off without me. You've been hurt twice now and I can't help but feel some what responsible," I add shaking my head.
His hand comes and rests on my cheek stroking it with his thumb.
"I love you and that's what matters okay? You are my world and I can't imagine you not in it now," he says sweetly.
He then stands up and finishes up and gets out and dry. I slip back into the bedroom and it was as if nothing had happened. Expect the mirror missing on the wall everything else what in its place. For now at least...
