Harry Imagines

Saves you

I lock the front door of the diner, whistling the soft tune playing quietly through my headphones. I slip the key in my work bag, making my way down to my block. I would have normally had Harry pick me up from my shift, but he's been tired from recording and writing lately, I didn't want to add something else to his plate.

Nodding my head to the music, I walk past a couple of teenage boys on a near by park. They don't seem harmful, so I decide to cut by them.

"Excuse me" I whisper, smiling at them as I cut through their group.

"Hey, hey, hey. What do we have here?" one of the guys asks, stepping in front of me.

I take a step back, keeping my gaze on the ground as I shake my head. Harry always taught me that if paparazzi's were to ever come in my way, to simply ignore them. Even though these boys aren't paparazzi's, I have no other plan to get away from the situation.

"I have to go see my mum" I lie, shrugging my shoulders.

They all suddenly swarm around me, forming a circle around where I stand. I don't look up, but I immediately begin to panic. I've never been in this situation before, but I know what I'm getting myself into, and I don't even know how to save myself.

"You can't just expect us to find you, and let us walk away without a little souvenir." One of them says, pushing me into another the arms of the guy behind me.

With much fear and desperation, I lift my head to look into his dark, lustful eyes. The fire behind them burns through me, making me whimper. The look he gives me causes chills to rise upon my skin.

"Please let me go. I'll give you anything of mine, just please let me go without any harm. Please" I cry.

The man tilts his head, observing my actions, taking short strides over to me. I want so badly to back away from him—run away from him, anything to get out of this position, but my body's trapped in another man's hold, with what felt like hundreds of other eyes looking right at me. His arms wrap around my waist once he was close enough, giving my body a slight squeeze to push me closer to him.

i try to pry his hands off of me, but he refused my attempts.

"No. Please. No" I sob.

I try to escape from the man's hold, but he only squeezes harder. I swear, I can already feel my wrists becoming swollen and bruised with every movement I make.

"Now, darling," the man coos, placing fallen hair behind my ear, "who said we were going to hurt you?"

He hooks his arm around my waist, cupping my bum in his hand, rubbing it, his eyes closing with increasing lust.

"We're gonna make you feel so good, baby girl."

I fling my legs up, nearly squirming to get him off. By now, I'm screaming, my throat raw and sobs raking through my chest.

"No! Please! No no no! Please!" I scream, flinging every part of my body that wasn't being held down.

"Fucking bitch!" the man yells, trying to work his way around whatever movements my body was making.

"Stop fucking kicking!"

I suddenly feel a horrible sensation on my cheek, and I'm nearly wiped out cold. My head is thrown to the side, and I can feel blood dripping down to my neck already. All the energy I had before was punched out of me, knocking every bit of my strength with it.

The man in front of me pulls me away from the tight grip that was on me previously, and Ialmost think he's given up on me. However, he throws me against a street pole merely the second he gets a hold on me. I grunt from the impact on my back, my head hanging from the pain.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" he screams in my face, lifting his arm onto my throat, tightly pushing against my neck.

I gasp for air, trying to find any way to get air into my lungs. My hands claw at his arm in attempt to push him off of me, flinging my legs to try and kick him, but he only holds tighter.

I can't get out of this.

"Did you think that was okay?! Pulling that shit on me?!" he roars.

He squeezes onto my neck even tighter than before, and the only thing I can feel is the mixture of blood and sweat dripping from my face. They are the only thing reminding me I'm still alive. Everything else is dark, everything else is silent.

I can still feel the vibrations from his screams, and the tightening of his grip. But everything is slow, and somewhere along the emptiness surrounding me, i notice my body isn't fighting anymore. I'm hanging between life and death, half of me is already dead, I feel it, and it's coming closer and closer every second.

"I can't lose you, don't you do this to me." I hear a voice cry out.

Compressions are being pushed on my chest, and I'm being pulled into awareness with each movement.

I jolt up, taking in as much air as my lungs can fill. I keep gasping for air, just so that I can get my breathing back. I feel my heart pumping in my chest, almost banging against the bones. Everything is hazy, whatever happened and whatever's happening is all a blur.

I open my eyes, adjusting to my surroundings. But all I see is Harry, his green eyes drowned in tears. His face is covered in them, and he looks like a mix of relieved and absolutely terrified.

"Oh God" he cries out.

He lifts his hand off my chest so that it can rest on my cheek, and the second he does so, he begins to sob. He holds onto me as if his life depended on it, and his voice sounds strained with every noise he makes.

"I thought you were gone. He was choking you so bad, I—I thought I was too late. I wastoo late. You weren't—y—you didn't—I—"

I shake my head, placing my shaking fingers in between his.

"You saved me." I cry out, kissing each of his knuckles, "You saved by life, that's all that matters."

He cries harder, burying his face in my neck. I can tell he's still scared by what's going on. Every part of him is shaking and sweating, and he keeps mumbling incoherent words under his breath.

"I'm bringing them to court, Y/n. I got their license plate number. They'll be arrested, I swear it."

I squeeze his hand.

He shakes his head, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"If I wasn't here, looking for you, I—I can't imagine what would have happened if I didn't come looking for you. I just didn't like you walking from work alone. I was gonna meet up with you half way, but when I saw what was happening, Y/n, I couldn't breathe, everything happened so fast I—"

"No, no. Stop it, it's okay. You saved me. Yousaved me. That's all you should be thinking about."

He presses his lips in a line, and chokes out another sob. He's still holding onto me, even tighter now.

"I'll always save you."

-Muskaan xx