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~ A m e l i a ~

"Leonard?" Harry asked, sounding surprised. I was standing there looking at him. Was that Leonard guy the one that Louis and Harry were talking about? "Yeah, alright I'll come now." he said and hung up, putting his phone back in his pocket. He turned around and looked at me, wetting his lips. He was ready to say something. But instead he sighed, put on his jacket which was laying on the sofa near my feet, and walked to the door. "I'm leaving you can stay here." he said and I nodded.

I wasn't able to say anything. My mouth felt dry and I just couldn't speak. When the door closed, I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. What just happened? I still couldn't believe it. I was shocked. He was going to kiss me. Harry was going to kiss me. That wasn't the only thing that shocked me, it was the fact that I didn't do anything to stop him. I was paralysed; I couldn't move. I wanted him to kiss me and I had no idea why. When we were close and I was looking at his eyes, it seemed like I fell under a spell and the only thing I wanted was to close the gap between us and feel his plump lips on mine. I shook my head and stood up.

"No, no. Stop thinking about it." I said to myself. It was wrong. Everything was messed up. I shouldn't have been feeling this way. I shouldn't even have thought about kissing him. 

No Amelia is wrong, my inner voice said, panicking. 

Then why didn't the whole thing feel wrong to me? It felt right.

I groaned running a hand through my still wet hair. I had better stop thinking about what had happened. It wouldn't happen again, it was just a... I didn't know what it was, but it wouldn't happen again. Harry was no good and the only thing he didbest was hurt me and make me cry. I better stay away from him till he finally decides to let me go.Yeah, that was what I was going to do.

I sat down again, bringing my legs near me and wrapping my arms around them as I buried myself in Harry's t-shirt. It smelled just like him. I inhaled filling my nostrils with the sent of his cologne and then exhaled deeply. It made me feel safe in a surprising way because it seemed like he was close to me. I didn't know why because with Harry, all those days, I felt anything, but safe. Only today, it was different. I rested my head on my knees and sighed. What was wrong with me? I wish I had someone to talk to right now I felt lonely.

"Dad?" I whispered.

"And then the beautiful princess and prince charming lived happily ever after." My dad said and closed the book that he was holding, smiling at me.

"Again, daddy." I said, giggling. He shook his head.

"Sweetheart, I already read you this story three times." he said, laughing and caressed my head.

"Oh, come on. Pleaseee." I said, bringing my hands in front of myself, begging him.

"No, Lia. It's late and you have to sleep. If your mum realises that you are still awake, it won't be good." he said and placed the book back in its place and came back near my bed.

"Alright." I said, frowning and laid down on my bed. Dad came and covered me with the blankets and when he was about to turn off the light, I stopped him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I ask you something?" I asked him. He came and sat down on the bed next to me.

"Of course." he said with a sweet smile on his face.

"Do you think I will ever find my price charming like the princess did in the story." I asked him and looked up at him.

"Well...Yes, of course you will. There is a prince charming for every girl like you out there. When the right time comes, you'll just have to find him." he said.

"And how will I find him?" I asked him again.

"He will come to you, but you'll also have to be smart enough to understand that he is the one. One thing, though. Not all princes are like in books with white horses and big beautiful castles. They might be ordinary people like me, for example." he said and looked at me, poking me slightly on the cheek .

"Okay, but I would like mine to be tall and handsome and have green eyes like you." I said and he laughed.

"Okay, but now it's time to sleep." he said and kissed me on my forehead.

"Goodnight, daddy." I said.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." he said, closing the light and leaving.

"Prince charming, I'll find you." I said and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

I wiped away the tears that fell from my eyes at the memory of my dad. Who knew that fate would be so cruel and I would lose him.

"Where are you, dad. I need you." I whispered.

  ~ H a r r y ~

"Hi, Leonard." I said as I walked inside his old office. He was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. Something must've been wrong. I didn't like it when he was like this.

"I see that you came as fast as you could. I like that." he said.

"You said that it was important." I said and walked near him.

"Make yourself comfortable, Styles." he said and I sat on the empty chair in front of his desk.He walked around the desk and then sat on his chair, facing me.

"So?" I asked him.

"You know that you are the best man that I have in this group, Harry." he said and I nodded narrowing my eyes at him because I didn't understand where he was going with this. "However, some things were told to me about you that made me change my mind and made me suspicious." he said, shaking his head disappointingly.

"What kind of things?" I asked him. I knew exactly what kind of things and by who, but I didn't say anything. Louis did as he said, he talked to Leonard. Fuck!

"For example, someone said that you have a girl captive in your house." he told me. He took a glass, filling it with whiskey and then took a sip of it, looking at me. He was waiting for my answer.

"You don't believe that, do you?" I asked him. He laughed.

"I really don't know what to believe. The only thing I know is that I have to do something in order to protect us from the police. So, if you are involved, you know that I will not let it go."

"It's a lie." I said, trying to sound as believable as possible, but I didn't even believe myself.

"The past few days you have been distant with everything that had to do with us." he continued.

"Leonard, I wouldn't do anything that would harm us. I'm part of this group and I have done many things for you. I have even killed people... A lot of people."

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"It's a lie." I insisted.

"You know how I get when I'm angry, Harry, so you better not be lying." he said, raising his voice. I felt trapped.

"I know and... and I'm not lying." I managed to say again.

"Alright, you can go. I just hope you are saying the truth for your own good." he said, not looking at me.

"That's all you wanted to ask me?"

"Yes, you are free to go now." he said in a low voice. I stood up without saying anything else and left his office. I was pissed off. He knew, I was sure about it. He didn't believe me. I could see it in his face. He looked suspicious even though I objected everything he said. I knew Leonard. He wouldn't leave it that way. I'm fucked. Louis was such a bastard.

    ~ A m e l i a ~

About two hours passed and Harry still hadn't come. It was late but I didn't want to go to sleep, so I was sitting there watching a film on TV, not that I payed much attention to it. My mind was somewhere else. Harry.

Just then, the front door opened forcefully making, me jump. I immediately turned my head to see an angry Harry making his way inside. He went and sat on a chair, lowering his head and looking down at his feet in thoughts. I stayed there for a while, looking at him until I hesitantly and slowly stood up and took small steps towards him.

"Harry?" I called his name but no answer came from him. He didn't even look at me. "Harry?" I called him again silently and took a few more steps until I was standing in front of him. I gulped and knelt down so I could see his face. Why was I doing this? Why did I care? "What's wrong Harry?" I asked him and placed my hand on his knee. He looked at my hand and then grabbed it roughly in his hand. I fell down because of the pain that he was causing me.

"You're hurting me." I said, trying desperately to free my hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked me through gritted teeth. He was completely different from the Harry earlier and that frightened me.

"I-I saw that you weren't feeling good and-" 

He cut me off.

"Stop acting like you fucking care. I know you hate me and acting like that to me won't make me change my mind and let you go." he raised his voice. He stood up, lifting me up too by my hand. He was hovering over me, looking into my eyes intensely.

"I'm not doing that!" I defended myself. He shook his head, laughing slightly and pushed me away. He turned around running his hand through his messy curls and then he smashed his hands against the wall, making me flinch.

"Fuck!" he screamed. I didn't know what to do. The best option for me would be to go to my room, but my legs weren't listening to me. I tried to talk to him again.

"Harry, I-"

"Amelia, get back to your room!" he said without looking at me.

"I said get back to your room." he raised his voice.

"But-"

"I said leave!" he yelled but I didn't go. I stayed there. He turned his head and looked at me with his dark green eyes. He came towards me and grabbed me by my arm. I looked at him, scarred.

"Let my arm go, Harry." I said, but he didn't listen. He started walking, taking me with him and opened my room's door, throwing me in.

"When I say something, you do it." he said angrily and then closed the door with a bam. I went and sat on the corner, leaning my back on the wall and squeezing my eyes shut. 

He is no good for you, Amelia. He was a criminal. He wasn't prince charming.

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