Saving the Hero (a One Direction fanfic)

Saved

before I go on, you might want to listen to the song (Wherever You Will Go by Charlene Soraia) over there at the side at the part with Harry later on :)

I was listening to that while writing so it might help you get into the story a lot better :)

oh and Harry and Erin manip to the side! :D x

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Erin's point of view 

I shut my eyes close but before the guy could even tug my leggings off of me I hear the sound of a punch and suddenly the blonde one was off me. My eyes shoot open in shock and I see Louis standing above me, his hand curled up in a fist as the other holds his iPhone up.

“Who the fuck?” the one holding my hands says as the blonde guy Louis punched clutches the side of his face, glaring up at Louis.

“Look boys, you obviously know who I am and I don’t want to create such a fuss. Now I have the head of our security right here on speed dial. I call and he’ll be here real quick. That girl is of value to us and if you touch her again, our security WILL find you and when they do, the charges that will be held against you will be pretty bad also considering the fact that we have a pretty massive fan base, they’ll definitely come at you. I could end your lives with a press of this button but I’m feeling a bit nicer than you douche bags will ever be. I could let you run away with the fact that if I see your shit faces near us again I will make your lives a living hell for sure, or I call our security and still make your life a living hell. At least running away and never showing up again will give you a chance of a less shitty life,” Louis says with a playful smirk on his lips.

The guys slowly loosen their grips on me then they stand up and scurry off. The blonde one gives one last glare at Louis then runs with his companions.

Louis comes towards me and reaches to grab my hand but the act of it was too similar to what happened just earlier that I cringe away. He looks at me and smiles warmly.

“It’s me love, Louis. I’m not here to hurt you. Let’s get you back to the hotel, yeah?” he says in a soft tone, extending his hand toward me.

I look up at him, reminding myself that this was Louis, not the guy earlier and nod, hesitantly taking hold of his hand. He pulls me up, grabs my iPhone from the ground as well as my jacket and cap and leads me away.

I was in a daze; everything passes by me in a blur. Louis hails a cab and we get in and start driving off. He calls Paul and tells him that he was coming back and that I was with him. I couldn’t think all too well just yet, the fear, the sensation of the hands grabbing me, hasn’t completely left.

“Thank you,” I whisper to Louis. I look at him and he has his jaw clenched.

He sighs and shakes his head. “That was really dumb for you to do, Erin.”

“But he was saying bad things about you,” I murmur, my hand rubbing at my wrists, trying to get the feeling of being held by those sickly fingers off. I didn’t feel like talking to be honest. I just wanted to cry but I felt like if I didn’t talk, I would go into hysterics.

“I heard a part of it. I went out to get a few crisps and go back to the bar since they didn’t have what I wanted. Then I heard noises and knew someone was in trouble. I was about to call 911 but then I heard the call; I heard Harry and he said your name. Then I knew there was no time and had to act fast. But Erin,” he says, looking at me. “I can deal with people throwing bad things about me. Don’t risk your safety for something like that again.”

I simply nod in reply, my brain slowly shutting off. It was like suddenly, everything sounded distant and all I could feel were them holding me.

“But thank you. For looking for me. For sticking up for me,” he says and I just nod again. I close my eyes, my fingers still rubbing at my wrists. Louis doesn’t make a move to touch me or say anything more. I think he was afraid I’d go crazy and I was pretty sure I just might.