One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

He Saves You //Harry//

Warning: I've been told I have the ability to write some scary stuff. Let's see how scared you guys get. Includes graphic images such as death, etc etc.

You panted heavily as you ran through the dark, foggy enclosed woods. Everywhere you turned was tree. You leaned on a tree to catch your breath.
"This is not what I signed up for." You whispered angrily as you wiped away some sweat from your brow. You looked behind you not seeing anyone. You took a few steps, making sure you didn't make one single sound. You breathed deeply as you pushed back a few shrubs and stepped through. The air was moist and it was making you extremely hot. You frowned as you couldn't find any of your friends.
"Alright guys, I'm scared. I can't run anymore!" You shouted in frustration. You were greeted with the silence of the woods. "This isn't funny!" You shouted. Annoyed you started walking, you thought maybe you would find a path that would lead you back to camp. You cursed a few times as you picked stray leaves from your bushy hair. You rolled your eyes as you thought of ways you were going to harm your friends for doing this.
"Finally!" You smiled when you saw the smoke from your camp fire. You rushed out into the opening. "Guys?" You expected them to be there waiting for you. You were expecting laughter, teasing, something! You walked to the tent and opened it, nothing. "Really? Haven't you guys done enough?" You spoke out loud. You went to your tent and pulled out your bag. You searched through it and grabbed your flashlight.
"When I find you guys I'm going to make you guys-"
Snap.
You jumped and turned around. "Hello?" You stood up and walked to the edge of the woods. You peered in, trying to see through the thick woods. You turned on the flashlight and aimed it at where you thought you heard the sound. "Seriously..." You mumbled when you heard the snap again, this time by your tent. You walked over and looked behind it. "I found you- ahhhhhhhh!" You screamed dropping your flashlight. You knelt to the ground towering over the body. Your friend was lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. Her neck had a rope around it, which you quickly took off. You looked down at the wound spilling blood. You grabbed one of your shirt and applied pressure to the wound. She stared up at you, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. You were still trying to figure out what the hell happened to her.
"Go...l-leave." She coughed. You shook your head no, applying more pressure to the wound. She gripped your hand, "r-run." She pleaded before her eyes rolled behind her head. You gasped in horror. You picked up the flashlight and quickly got to your feet running in the direction you thought was the highway. You aimlessly ran, tears running down her face. Where were the others? What happened to her? You thought. You took a step and immediately regretted it. You dropped to the floor letting out a horrid scream. You gripped your leg, looking down to see what was stuck to your foot. What the hell? It was an animal trap. You frantically tried to pull your foot loose but that only made it worse. You bit down on your lip to hold in the cries of pain that wanted to escape your mouth. What were you going to do? The same thing was going to happen to you.
You heard someone curse behind you. You turned to see a boy rushing to you. He was dressed in a white shirt that had spots of blood and was ripped at the bottom. You started to scream, you thought he was the one who killed your friend. Panicked he placed his hand over your mouth.
"Shhhh, please I'm trying to help you." He looks you in the eyes, pleading for you to keep quiet. "I'm Harry," he told you as he pulled out a knife from his pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. "Bite down on the handle." He told you. You nod and placed the handle of the knife in your mouth. Harry gripped the trap and with one hard yank it pulled open. You bit down hard on the handle... That hurt really bad. He took the knife from you and put it away. "C'mon we have to go before he finds us." Harry helped you to your feet.
"Him?"
Harry leads you through the forest quietly. You looked up at the house Harry had found. You gulped as you limped, this was not going to end well. Harry set you on the ground and rushed to the front door. He pried some wood away and came back to get you. He lifted you up and brought you into the house. Once inside he nailed the wood pieces back up. You looked around the place.
"You live here?" Harry nods as he rushes to gets some supplies. He came over to you and sat on the floor.
"I've lived here since I was 14," He poured some disinfectant on the wound. You winced slightly looking down at what he was doing. "What's your name?" He looks up at you as he started to wrap your foot up in the medicine gauze.
"Y/n," you whispered. Harry gets up and puts the supplies away.
"Nice name."
"Where's your family?" You asked, looking at the pictures on the wall. Harry ignored you.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Cold? I'll get you some more blankets." He left the room. You sat there playing with your fingers. You hoped that the rest of your friends were okay, but you knew in the back of your mind they probably weren't. The floor board creaked so you thought Harry was back. You turned around expecting him, but it was someone else.
"Who are you?" The person just stood there staring at you. They pulled out a huge butcher knife from behind them and started walking towards you. You fell from the couch, your foot getting caught on the coffee table. You stumbled to your feet picking up a vase. You threw it at the person, but they kept on coming.
"Harry! Harry! Help!" You screamed moving back to the point your back was up against the wall. The person raised the knife to strike you.
"Hey stop! You promised you wouldn't!" Harry shouted running into the room. He placed the blankets on the couch and came to stand in front of you. You watched the two interact in confusion. The person looked from you to Harry then turned around and walked away. You watched as the person opened a door and pulled someone in. You screamed trying to reach for the person. It was another one of your friends. Harry sighed and held you back.
"Let me go!" You tried to fight him off. The person dragged your friend through the house leaving a trail of blood on the floor.
"Shhhh, I saved you. If it weren't for me, he would kill you too." Harry kisses the top of your head.
"You're sick!"
Harry shook his head. "Now is that how you treat someone who saved you?"