Harry stood in the middle of the room, Louis and Liam, his best friends at his side. Harry had a bloody knife in his hand while Louis and Liam had guns. In front of them was an unfamiliar man in a chair.
He looked like he was seconds away from dying and his body was covered in bruises and blood. The three men I trusted with my life stood before him with deadly expressions.
I couldn't scream or even say anything. I was in shock. I just stood there, mouth agape with one hand on my swollen stomach.
Louis saw me first.
"Y/N."
"Wh-fuck." Harry's face went pale when he saw me standing at the doorway.
He didn't need to explain anything. I knew what I was getting myself into when I said yes. Blinking back tears, I turned away from the horrid scene and rushed to get out of the hallway.
Clearly I wasn't walking fast enough because Harry caught me before I even left his office.
He kept calling my name and asking if I was ok but I just couldn't say anything.
Why does he do this?
I managed to make it to our bedroom with him right behind me.
I moved to sit on our bed and he held out his hands to help me. That's when I spoke.
"Don't touch me."
He stepped back, a hurt expression taking over his face.
"Blood." I pointed at his bloody hands.
He nodded in understanding and went into the bathroom to wash them. When he was done, he came back into the room and sat beside me.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled.
"Sorry for doing it or sorry that I saw?" I asked.
"Sorry that you saw." He sighed.
I nodded.
We sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke up again.
"Do you remember when my sister went missing three weeks ago?" He asked, taking my hands into his.
I nodded.
Gemma was kidnapped from her home in London three weeks ago. Harry found her in Brazil and that's all he told me.
"The asshole downstairs is the one that took her. He was planning to sell her to an enemy of mine...when I found her she was so scared...she was alone and so scared Y/N." His voice cracked towards the end of his sentence and I faced him, squeezing his hands in mine.
He continued. "I don't ever want that to happen to you nor our kids-"
"It won't." I removed my hands from his to pull him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck.
"I have to protect my family Y/N."
I lifted my hand to his curls, running my fingers through the soft tresses. "I'm not upset."
Not anymore at least.
"I love you and I trust you. Do what you have to."
He pulled away from our embrace with a small smile on his lips. "I love you so much."
~♥~
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