Nowhere to Hide: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter Nine: Help Me, Harry

Mkayy here's chapter nine!! It's dedicated to the one and only, Amy Winehouse. We miss you darling! Rest in peace, you'll be forever loved <333 Enjoy everyone...

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Harry's POV:

We lost Becca... in Walmart. Dandy. Well, here's what happened. The guys and I went off to look at clothes. When we came back, which was after 20 minutes of window shopping, the cart was empty. Well not EMPTY, but empty of Becca.

The boys and I decided to split up a few minutes ago and I'm with Liam and Louis. Zayn and Niall are on the other side of the store. We were walking fast with the cart, seeing as it was rather late. As my shoes hit the cold white tiles, I heard a faint scream. "Did you guys hear that?" I questioned, waiting for another noise. They looked at me strangely and shook their heads. "You're just tired Hazza-boo. You're probably hearing things..." Louis said. I was about to protest, before all our phones buzzed. I reached into my back pocket and swiped my Blackberry out.

Zayn: We found her. Get to the parking lot NOW! It's an emergency

Becca's POV:

The weirdo grabbed a handful of my hair, slightly tugging my head back. I felt strands being pulled out, one by one. My head was going to be sore in the morning... if I even live till morning. The weirdo had my hair in a tight grip in one hand, and the gun, being pushed into my back, in the other. I was "escorted" out the sliding doors and saw the back of Zayn's quiff. I screamed his name, just before the sliding doors closed.

The guy jabbed the gun deeper into my back, as a silent threat. One again,I shut my mouth. I heard the doors fly open and my name being shout. I was whipped around by the man so I was facing Niall and Zayn. I saw Zayn take his phone out and tapping on it. He better be telling the others about this.

"ONE STEP CLOSER, AND THE WHORE GETS A BULLET TO THE BACK!" The man called out to my friends. I tried to run over to the boys, but the man's grip on my hair tightened, if that was even possible, and I lunged backwards, screaming in pain and agony.

At that moment, Harry, Liam, and Louis rushed out of the store, out of breath. Were they chased by fans? Of course not, at least not at this hour. I suppose they're here for me then. Harry sprinted towards the man, and I felt the gun's barrel being pushed into my temple. "Don't even think about it, pretty boy! She's mine now!!" The man exclaimed, and Harry shot him daggers.

"HARRY! Help me!!! Please!" I begged, tears streaming down my face. He lunged forward and the man pulled the trigger. Goodbye, world.

Harry's POV:

"HARRY! Help me!!! Please!" Becca begged, as tears escaped her eyes. I couldn't hold back any longer, I had to save her. Even if I died trying. I lunged forward, and the bastard pulled the trigger. I saw her wince, but she was still alive. He tried another time, frustration washing over his face, and nothing came out, just the sound of a pathetic click. It wasn't loaded. I took this chance and managed to tackle the guy to the ground. He was very big, about the size of the boys' and my bodyguards, but I didn't care. He pushed me off and took out a pocket knife. You have to be gucking kidding me!!

I scrambled to get up, but slipped on a puddle of oil in the process. Becca tried running away, but the man grabbed her by the hair. Douche. I got up, this time not failing, and tried pulling Becca away. She cried out in pain. Oh yeah, he had her hair. "Sorry!" I quickly said.

The boys were still trying to knock him down, but he wouldn't budge. He pushed a button on the knife and the silver blade popped up. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and Becca paled. "Are you children done?" the man ordered. Everyone stood frozen, as if time stopped. "Good," he said, bringing the knife up to her face, and pressing it slightly into her soft cheek.

"We wouldn't want your slut getting hurt..." he smirked smugly. I was boiling inside and I was about to blow up. But calling her a slut, was all it took for me to tackle him. The knife slashed her cheek and she fell to the ground, blood slowly trickling down her face. I took a glance at her, a long cut spread across her face, blood and tears smudged her cheeks. I was on top of the sicko, throwing punches at his face repeatedly. He was the reason for this. Each time her bloody cheek and pained, crying expression flashed into my mind, I threw a hard swing.

Louis was by Becca's side as she whimpered in pain, clutching her cheek. Liam held me back, while Niall and Zayn grabbed the bastard. He wriggled free and Liam sprinted after him like a lightning bolt. That coward just ran off!!

Forget him. I went over to Becca and sat on the cold street floor next to her. We watched as the coward sped off in a dingy truck. I scowled and wrapped my arms around her. I picked her up bridal style, and placed her in the van. The boys piled in after and we drove back. I took my beanie off and placed it on her cheek.

"Harry, I'm going to stain your beanie..." she said. "I don't care. I just want you to be okay.." I muttered so only she could hear. "Thank you." "No problem, love." We arrived at our flat and we stepped in.

Liam rushed over to the hallway closet and took out the first aid kit. I was carrying Becca bridal style and headed towards the sitting room. "Harry, I can walk you know," Becca whispered against my chest. "It's okay, love. I'm not letting go," I whispered back. Her head was buried in my chest, and her arms were wrapped around my torso.

I placed her down gently on the plush sofa and Liam rushed in with the first aid kit, the boys coming in shortly after. Liam got out the medical alcohol and poured it onto a thick cotton ball. He dabbed it on her cut and she flinched a bit at the touch. "Sorry, love," he apologized. He paused for a moment and his hazel eyes bored into her chocolate brown ones. Were they having a moment..? A pang of jealousy hit me and I cleared my throat loudly. He blushed and stuck a bandage on the cut.

"I'm really sorry I put a damper on your guys' night. I can leave," Becca apologized, starting to gather her things. "Don't be silly! We love your company!" Liam exclaimed, smiling. I sent him a death glare, that he was oblivious to. "What he said! The slumber party must go on!" Louis added. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Of course!" I reassured her. She muttered something under her breath, "This should be fun.."