Imagining One Direction

Being Rescued By Harry

You grab your phone and warm winter coat and slip it on your body. You fiercely button it up and storm out of your room. Your parents scream at the top of their lungs reminding you of the disappointment you've brought by dating Harry.

You push through them like a pair of swinging doors and steam down the stairs. You don't bother grabbing any keys, craving a long walk.

"Anna! Stop right now! You will never be enough for him! He'll just leave you!" Your mother spits out the words like venom.

Your hot tears wet your cheeks as you pull open the front door and run into the freezing winter air. Your phone buzzes in your coat pocket but you ignore it.

It's probably Harry and you can't bear talking to him. You think about all the reasons he should leave you for someone better.

The London streets are strangely quiet, but when you think about it, it is 4 am. You see your breath frost in front if you and the dim street lights, light your way down the sidewalk. You stuff your hands in your pockets and listen to the city, distant sirens echoing off the buildings.

Harry chews his lip as your phone goes to voicemail. He doesn't give it a second thought and springs from his couch. He almost forgets his coat but quickly grabs it along with the keys to his slick Audi. His heart races as he wonders where his love is at this time of night.

Your warm boots hit the pavement with determination though you don't know where you're going. You hear loud laughter as you approach your local bar and your footsteps quicken as you pass it. You bump into several stumbling people exiting the neon lighted pub.

You recognize your old peers that have always been the cause of your insecurities. You try to walk through them but a strong arm grabs you. You turn and look at the four boys and two girls sneering at you with drunken and glazed over eyes.

"Well look who showed up to party!" one boy says. His accent is heavy and jumbled due to the countless drinks.

"Let go of me." You demand and yank your arm away as he grips it tighter, causing you to feel bruises forming.

"Oh don't act all high and might now that your dating that Barry Kyles celebrity." A girl laughs and hiccups.

"His name is Harry Styles you twit." Your face burns with anger as they pin you against the wall.

"Whatever! He's too hot for you anyways. Half the girls in this city are better than you." The other girl cackles and falls to the ground struggling the regain balance.

"Well I'm a little frisky and you will just have to do." mumbles a tall strong boy.

Your eyes widen as he grabs your waist jerking you towards him and slamming you to the dirty wall. You struggle to fight against him as the rest cheer him on and kick empty beer bottles down the street. His strong grip holds your throat to the wall as he leaves sloppy kisses on your neck.

You punch and scratch to no avail. You shed a tear and think of the last time you saw Harry. Maybe it was the last time ever. His sweet soft skin and desiring touch gave you a reason to be.

Your hair tangles in his rough fingers as you hear the roar of an engine and a piercing screech of tires. You were getting dizzy off the alcohol lingering in the air. Your tears sting and blur your eyes as the large boy is yanked from on top of you.

You watch in awe as your green eyed hero connects his fist with the boys face so hard you swear you hear his jaw crack. Harry's dark eyes are ruthless as he takes down the three smaller and intoxicated boys.

He grips one boys shirt and gives one deadly blow to his face and decks out the other two so easily. His deep angry breaths are visible in the dark sky, as drunken, bloody, and pained moans fill the air. Harry's tossed curls lay on his forehead as he finally looks to you.

You stand against the wall struggling to breathe and holding back tears. Harry's eyes lighten as he steps closer to your shaking frame.

"Oh God Anna." You lunge towards him as his safe arms hold you close.

He breathes heavily into your hair as you cry into his coat. He shushes you and you take in his sweet familiar scent. His soft curls touch your cheeks and you squeeze him tight. He releases you and looks at you frantically. He checks your face and hands.

"Harry. I'm alright." You whimper as he sighs sadly holding back his own tears.

"Anna. My God, I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner. What are you doing here? Why haven't you answered your phone?" He wipes away your tears and holds your face gently.

You feel your heart slow down as his pink lips press together into a tight line like they always do when he's worried.

"My parents...even these people...they're right. I'm not good enough for you Harry. You're perfect and I'm full of countless flaws. You deserve better." You cry softly as he holds you close.

"Anna you're wrong. They're all wrong. I'm nowhere near perfect. I'm better when I'm with you, not the other way around. You give me hope and love, and when I look at your beautiful face, I know God is real and he gave you to me. You are the most stunning girl I've ever laid eyes on. I have to keep up with you and your radiance. Your little flaws make you flawless. I'm absolutely and totally in love with you, and all your little things." He whispers with his deep and raspy voice making you shiver.

He finishes these beautiful words with teary eyes as he kisses your hands and your heartbeat quickens. His hands rest on your waist and pull you to his body. He sweeps your hair out of your face and looks into your eyes.

"I love you more than life itself." His knuckles are bruised and you kiss them softly.

"Thank you for saving me baby. I love you to the moon and back." You smile feeling your bruising arms.

Harry brings his lips to yours and his love warms you up from head to toe. He pours his love into you as he holds your face sweetly. You move your mouth with his as he parts his lips and breathes into you. His large hands dig into your back as his tongue explores your loving mouth. He smiles into the kiss and bites your lip causing you to smile back.

You finally release and Harry kisses your forehead as he towers over you. You both look around at the fully unconscious bodies in street. Harry intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you to his sleek car. He helps you in and looks around before pulling his long, thin, muscular body into his leather seat. He revs the expensive engine and shakes his hair.

You strap yourself in and pull your knees to your chest as Harry takes your hand. He envelops your lips once more with his with his sweet warm lips, leaving yours wet and hungry for more.

You both smile as your bruises thump on your bodies. You may have wounds but in the battle for love you and Harry were willing to fight and conquer the world. Together.