Night Terrors

'Run, run, run...' the deep voice whispered. It seemed to be coming from all around me.

I was running through the hallway as fast as my legs could take me. Panting and gasping for breath like my lungs were made of stone.

'Run, Cory.' It snarled in my ears.

I cried out in tears as I looked behind me to see if they were still chasing me... they were.

All three of them.

With sick grins plastered across their faces.

Getting closer and closer no matter how hard I tried to escape.

The hallway was never-ending. It seemed to be getting longer and longer.

"HELP ME!" I shrieked. Crying and screaming.

Can no one hear me?

"No one's gonna help you, Cory. Not this time" John snarled.

I heard laughter all around me. My legs were on fire. I wanted to give up and just fall to the stone cold ground and let death wash over me.

Suddenly someone tackled me to the ground and I fell, kicking and screaming all the way.

"Now, now, Drake, I get the first turn." John smirked. "NO! Get off of me!" I cried. I was pinned to the floor by Cain as the other two closed in on me.

"Harry! Help me!" I screamed but no one came.

Harry Styles' P.O.V:

I woke up to find Cora whimpering in her sleep.

I checked the time, it was 02:30 AM. I turned my body towards her and caressed her cheek. "Shhh, sh, Cora. It's okay, I'm here." I whispered.

She was drenched in cold sweat, her hair matted to her forehead.

For a moment she calmed down and I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep again when she suddenly bolted up in bed and started screaming her ass off.

I sat up, alarmed, and tried to get my arms around her, in an effort to calm her down but she started thrashing her limbs around, trying to get me off of her.

"No! Get off me! Please, please!" she begged between her screams. A sudden jab of sorrow and worry pierced my heart.

She's been fucking traumatized.

Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall all burst through the doors, bats and guns and knives in hands, ready to eliminate whatever the threat was.

They let their guard down once they turned on the lights and saw no one there.

Cora's screams eventually died down and she looked around, confused.

She was still hyperventilating.

"I- I- I'm sorry." she whispered as she trembled all over, grabbing my arm which was wrapped around her body protectively.

"I'm sorry!" she repeated in her tiny voice as looked into my eyes with her wide tear filled ones. Her slim shoulders shook as she started to silently cry.

"Hey, hey. There's nothing to be sorry for, kitten. It's alright, you're safe. We won't let anything happen to you. Remember last night? I promised you I wouldn't let anyone touch you again." I said in a soft coaxing voice, trying to calm her nerves down.

She nodded, finally calming down as she glanced towards the guys who were all staring at her with pity.

"Thank you- all of you." she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

I nodded towards them, signalling them that we were okay and that they could leave now.

They nodded and left, closing the door behind them and switching the lights off.

I lay back down with Cora still in my arms. I caressed her back until she fell asleep from exhaustion.

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Cora Greer's P.O.V:

I woke up around 11:00 AM. Harry was still asleep beside me, lightly snoring as he had his big arms wrapped around me like I was his teddy bear.

I smiled as I quietly got up and out of bed. I went to my room to wear a casual outfit and proceeded to go to the kitchen where I distracted myself by cooking and baking like crazy.

Around 01:30 PM, the guys started coming in, looking for breakfast.

They had stayed up pretty late getting "information" out of the intruders so they all slept in.

"Morning, Cora." Niall smiled warmly at me.

"Morning guys!" I chirped cheerful. "Come sit at the table, I made a bunch of stuff for you guys. There's donuts, bacon and eggs, blue velvet and white chocolate chip cookies, freshly squeezed orange juice, coffee and turkish omelets!" I said as I took the cookies out of the oven and put them on the table.

They stared at me, dumbfounded.

"Uhhh, you okay?" Liam slowly asked.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" I smiled, acting dumb.

They glanced towards each other.

"W-well, considering how you screamed like someone was bloody murdering you and woke us all up in the middle of the-" Louis started.

"JUST PLAY ALONG YOU FUCKING IDIOTS." I cut him off while slamming my palm on the table. They all shut up and stared at me, wide-eyed.

I sighed. "In case you fucking dumb asses haven't noticed, this is how I cope with stressful situations. I just choose to simply ignore them." I explained.

"Well!" Harry clapped his hands together as he sat down. "Thanks for the feast! Come on, join us." he smiled. I smiled back and sat down.

After they had completely fucking devoured the food, they sat back with sighs of content.

"Don't be lazy, boys, we still need to take care of that scumbag." Harry said rolling the word off his tongue like it tasted like shit or something.

"Wait, weren't there two assholes?" I asked. They glanced at each other.

"Not anymore, kitten." Harry smirked and pursed his lips.

'Oh' I mouthed, my eyes slightly wide.

"Well then, go ahead. You guys need to get ready for the party too." I said, gathering the plates.

"Oh you're coming with us, kitten. There's no fucking way I'm leaving you alone." Harry said seriously.

"O-oh... yay! " I jumped up with excitement. He smiled as he gave me a peck on the lips before leaving with the rest of the gang.

I immediately went to my wardrobe to pick my outfit.

Finally, a fucking party!

Harry Styles' P.O.V:

I punched the dirt bag again causing him to cry out as blood spewed from his broken and bloody nose.

He looked like a bloody fucking mess.

I smiled with satisfaction as he whimpered in fear.

Of course I'd already killed the fuck face that had attempted to rape my kitten. Agonizingly slow by the way.

"Who do you work for?" I asked again, my voice calm as I gripped his bloody cheeks harshly.

"P-please, no more! No more!!! I'll tell you! Just s-stop!" Drake begged, sobbing. I pushed his face back as Louis and the others chuckled.

"Already in tears, pussy? What happened to 'I'll never fucking break' huh?!" Zayn snarled, grabbing a fist full of his hair. Drake flinched in pain.

"Well then, spit it out already, darling. What's the soon-to-be-dead man's name?" I grinned, bending down to his eye level with my hands on my knees.

"F-Ford." he said, his lips quivering with fear. I straightened up as my face hardened.

Ford. You're a dead man.

"Finish him off." I ordered, turning around to leave.

"What!? You promised you'd let me go if I told you!" Drake cried.

The corner of my mouth turned up as I looked over my shoulder.

"I lied." I said and turned back around, cracking my knuckles as I thought of the things I'd do to Ford once I had him in my claws.

Drake's screams could be heard in the hallway as I shut the door behind me.

I grinned like the sick fuck that I am.