Fear

"W-who are you guys?" I stuttered, fear starting to envelope my mind.

There were two guys standing in the door way. One of them was tall, big and burly. The other, slightly shorter one was lanky.

The brains and the brawn?

Thinking quickly I got up and out of bed. "H-Harry? I think your friends are here!" I called, looking towards the bathroom, hoping they wouldn't catch my bluff.

They immediately looked over to the bathroom and took something out from behind their backs, I realized they were holding guns in their hands and felt my feet go cold.

"He's in the bathroom?" The lanky one asked. I nodded. "The wardrobe across the bathroom." I smiled as I slowly edged towards the door as they made their way towards the bathroom, guns in front of them.

As soon as they were out of sight I made a run for it. Once outside, I almost cried with relief when I saw Louis wandering down the hallway.

I don't even know what would have happened if I'd had to look for him in this- maze.

He looked at me and opened his mouth. "Hey, I was just coming to get you so we could order some pizza-" I grabbed his wrist desperately, cutting him off, and yanked him with me to the nearest door I could find, pulling it open and silently shutting it close.

The room was dark and cold and I backed up, with Louis behind me. I suddenly bumped into him when he stopped moving backwards.

"You wanna tell me what we're doing in this dark room?" he chuckled. I turned around to put my hand over his mouth as the other went to my lips, motioning him to be quiet.

"T-There are guys in the house. They have g-guns!" I cried in a whisper. His amusement suddenly died down and he removed my hand and turned around.

I started pacing in the room. "W-What do we do? We're home alone a-and there are two of them and only one of you, of course I don't count as help since I'm so fucking useless I mean- w-what are we gonna do-" I was mumbling to myself.

"Cora, CORA-" I looked up at Louis. He had two guns in his hands.

Only then did I realize that I had, quite fortunately, pulled us into the weapons closet.

"You are gonna head over to my room, okay? So you can get the phone and call Harry while I take care of the bad guys. Do you understand? Cora, CORA, look at me, we're gonna be fucking fine. This is child's play for me. But I don't know if there are more of them okay? That's the problem. That's why you need to call Harry, okay?" He said, talking slowly and softly like I was a two year old.

I forced myself to snap out of it and nodded seriously. He pursed his lips sympathetically and opened the door cautiously. The hallway was empty so we sneaked out.

Louis told me where his room was and I set out to find it.

When I reached the door I suddenly heard gun shots go off. Stifling a scream, I yanked the door open and almost threw myself inside, diving to the fucking floor.

"Come on, Cora! This is not the time to play the damsel in distress! Get your shit together and be fucking useful instead of being a fucking pussy!" I said, giving myself a pep talk and getting up to search for the phone.

I found it on the desk and grabbed it, quickly opening the contact list and calling Harry.

I heard the sound of struggles outside and decided to hide in the closet, phone still up to my ear.

"Come on Harry pick up!" I pleaded desperately.

My prayers were suddenly answered when Harry finally answered.

"What is it Louis, please don't tell me she escaped." Harry said annoyed. "H-Harry-" I whispered, trying to stop myself from trembling with fear.

"Cora? What's wrong. Where's Louis." Harry asked, worry evident in his voice.

"T-There are two guys here and they have g-guns. Louis went to fight them but I heard gun shots and-and he hasn't come back and-" I started silently sobbing.

"Kitten, kitten listen to me. Where are you exactly?" he asked. "I-in Louis' room, in his c-closet." I stuttered, trying to steady my shaky voice.

Come on, Cora, you got this.

"Okay, I need you to stay there until I come for you, okay? Promise me you won't move until you see me coming for you." He said carefully. "O-okay, I promise." I nodded as he hung up.

The door suddenly swung open and Louis came in. I stood up and my hand went to open the door but I stopped short when I saw the two intruders follow in behind him. They both had their guns to his back. Louis' bottom lip was bleeding.

"Where's the girl?" the lanky one asked. "Drake, I don't get why the slut's so fucking important." the burly one asked, sounding bored.

Drake sighed. "Haze, does anyone else in the whole fucking world know about Harry's personal house beside his right hand men which include only 4 people out of his whole fucking army?" Drake asked.

"Uhhh, no?" Haze sounds like an absolute fucking idiot.

"Precisely, Haze, why would Harry bring just any fucking slut here? Don't answer that it was a rhetorical question. He wouldn't. Which means she's special. Which mean's he genuinely cares about her. That is why we need her." Drake explained.

I held both my hands to my mouth so my crying wouldn't be heard.

"No use trying to find her dick heads, she's probably long gone by now." Louis chuckled, earning him a kick to the back of his knees which made him kneel in front of the closet I was hiding in.

I inhaled sharply and Louis' head snapped towards me, eyes slightly wide. I held my breath in anticipation.

Had they heard? Please, oh please, no.

"Come out, sweet heart." Drake sang. Fuck. My hands shook as I reached for the door.

Think fast Cora.

Don't make them angry. Things can go downhill very fast when your attacker is angry, I know this from a fucking life time worth of experiences. Just do as they say and give them what they want.

I opened the door and slowly walked out. "Good girl, keep your hands where I can see em. "Drake said.

I looked up at him with a tear stained face.

Cain walked over to me and grabbed both my wrists and pinned them behind my back. "Your'e real pretty, you know that? Suck a fucking waste." he hissed in my ear and then licked my earlobe. I flinched with disgust.

"Doesn't have to be a waste, Haze. We can have a little fun with the little girl before chopping her up into tiny pieces." Drake smirked and then giggled like a maniac.

"N-no, please-" I started, begging them with tears in my eyes. They just laughed.

"She's not Harry's girl! She's mine. That's why she's here. I knew the gang wouldn't be home so I brought her without asking Harry." Louis said, thinking fast and looking panic stricken.

"Y-yea! That's right!" I said, trying to keep the bluff up.

Haze scoffed. "Like we fucking care. You wouldn't mind sharing the whore would you?" He smirked at Louis as he started dragging me to another room. "No! Louis!" I shrieked, kicking my legs trying to get free but Haze was just too fucking strong.

"You have your turn with her, Haze, while I rough him up a little more." Drake smirked.

Haze laughed in his stupid ugly ass voice while I was still screaming and thrashing around.

"Provoque une distraction!" Louis suddenly called out before I was dragged out of his sight.

I understood what he'd said. It was French for 'cause a distraction'.

He probably took a wild guess that I knew french because of the french song I was listening to. Even though the chances were highly unlikely, it was very smart of him.

But I don't think I'll get a fucking chance to do that.

I was suddenly thrown hard against the wall. I felt my bones fucking breaking and cried out in agony as I fell to the ground.

I sat up with my back against the wall and looked up with fear.

I quickly tried to get up to make a run for it but Haze grabbed me by the waist, picking me up in the air like a rag doll and throwing me onto the couch.

All the while I kept screaming and punching and scratching but to no avail. I called out for Louis, called out for Harry, but no one came to save me.

Haze climbed over me with a sickening grin etched across his face as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. I pulled my legs up to my chest to kick him in the stomach but he grabbed both my ankles and wrapped my legs around his torso.

Fuck, I'd just made the situation worse.

"Please! Please, no-" I begged but he slapped me across the face. "SHUT UP!" He roared. I whimpered as I shut up.

Please don't make me go through this God, please. Hasn't my life had enough traumatizing experiences?

Haze grabbed both of my wrists with one hand, pinning them over my head, while he used the other to roam all over my body. I twisted my torso around, trying to free myself but I knew it was no use now.

Everywhere he touched I felt repulse and a burning desire to grab his hand and break each finger slowly.

His hand stopped on my inner thigh as he squeezed painfully, making another shriek escape my quivering lips.

Suddenly he was kicked off of me and I immediately squeezed my legs together as Haze went sprawling to the floor.

A very angry and raging Harry stood over him. I could almost see the fury radiating off him. His hands were balled into fists at his side. His whole body was trembling with pure anger.

I was still crying and sobbing like a fucking baby.

"Zayn, get her out of here. She doesn't need to see this." Harry said, his voice so unnervingly calm it sent chills down my spine.

"Come on, Cora." Zayn whispered in a soft coaxing voice as he gently grabbed my hand to help me up.

My legs felt like Jell-O and once I was on my feet, my knees gave way and I stumbled but Zayn quickly caught me and just picked me up bridal style, walking us out of the room.

As we passed Louis' room I could hear Drakes screams and squeezed my eyes shut as I buried my face in Zayn's neck.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Your'e safe now. Harry's gonna take care of it. Even the devil doesn't dare mess with Harry when he's angry and trust me when I say this I have never seen him so angry before in my fucking life." Zayn chuckled. I furrowed my eyebrows.

Is he trying to make me feel better cause it's not working.

We reached Harry and my room and he placed me on the bed carefully.

"Okay so I gotta go join in on the fun but-uh-Oh, look! There's chocolate here! Harry keeps it stashed here cause he knows how much you like it." he chuckled.

I couldn't help the small smile that formed on my lips. Wait, how does Harry know that?

Zayn took out huge pack of Lindor's dark chocolate from my bed side table. On top of that, how the fuck did Harry know I love dark chocolate?

I sniffled and took the big bar from Zayn's hands.

Zayn left me alone in the room. I ate some chocolate, paced in the room, went out to the balcony for some fresh air and then went to the bathroom.

I stripped my clothes and threw them to in the corner like they had burnt my skin.

I ran a hot bath, poured in the bubbles and then sat down with my knees hugged to my chest.

It's been almost three fucking hours, what's taking Harry so damn long.

To my surprise, I suddenly realized that I was missing Harry but I quickly ignored the thought as I dunked my head in the water.

I held my breath for like 10 seconds before popping back up with a gasp. I jumped, startled, when I saw Harry, sitting on the floor beside the bathtub.

We just stared at each other for a second before I broke my gaze and hugged my knees closer, looking at the bubbles.

"You okay, kitten?" he asked softly as he caressed my cheek. I didn't flinch at his touch. "I am now. Thank you for saving me." I gave a small smile and glanced up at his green eyes that were gazing intently at me before looking down again.

"I- I can still feel his- his h-hands on me." I stuttered in a whisper, tears brimming in my eyes and blurring my vision.

"It's okay. He won't hurt you anymore. No one will. I promise that as long as I live no one will ever touch you like that again." He said in a soft but firm voice.

I nodded, quickly wiping a stray tear away.

"Okay so, I have a question." I started, trying to change the topic.

"What?" he asked with a smile.

"Why on earth do you have strawberry scented pink bubble bath?" I giggled looking up at him. He chuckled, looking down.

I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw him laugh.

"You used to love it so much." he chuckled again looking back up at me.

"You seem to know a lot about me." I said peeking up from my lashes, studying his face.

"W-well according to the background search." he said quickly. Liar.

"The background search said I liked strawberry scented bubble bath and dark chocolate?" I giggled again.

He scratched his hair. "Pretty much." he grinned.

"I am Harry Edward Styles after all." he said with his arms spread out. Why'd he emphasize his middle name, weirdo. I just smiled.

"Nothing?" he asked.

"What?" Is his full name suppose to mean something to me?

"Never mind. Come on, lets get to bed. You can borrow my shirt tonight." he said getting up and giving me a towel before leaving.