I Understand. An AU/punk story.

I can't help but scream as the crash echoes from outside the bathroom.

Holy fucking shit. Someone is in my fucking house.

The terrible feeling in my gut goes stronger.

Why didn't I fucking answer Harry's call!? Tears of panic flood my eye as I inch out of the shower, wrapping a towel under my arms.

Another crash echoes through the entire apartment and I jump back a foot, quickly dropping my towel as I pull on the shorts and T shirts I brought in with me.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Maybe Harry is trying to scare me? Maybe the girls? Did the dogs do it?

I know I left my door unlocked..

What if its someone from Jake's gang??

I nearly throw up. Sheer panic.

God please no.

Please, Harry. Wherever you are. Come out.

I look around for any type of weapon. I'm in a fucking bathroom, of course there isn't one.

THINK THINK THINK!

I hear glass breaking and a whimper leaves my mouth as I cower besides the sink.

My mind flickers to the Swiss Army Pocket knife in my nightstand that Harry left there for me.

It was Just outside the bathroom door. Rushing to the door I drop on my knees in front of it, peeking out of the keyhole. I see my empty room.

Maybe they haven't come in to my bedroom yet and are in the living room or kitchen.

Harry's POV

"FUCK" Throwing the door open of my car I'm running like a mad man down the street, my arms pumping.

I need to get to her.

Nothing can happen.

This sick freak will not lay a hand on her.

I take my phone out and call her again as I sprint down the block.

Someone picks it up on the third ring.

But no voice talks to me.

The only thing I can hear are the her brutal screams.

Lilian's POV

Quietly and as slowly as I can I creep out in to my room. Slowly crawling, holding my breath as I do so.

One knee at a time I slowly make my way to the nightstand.

Creaakk.

I am frozen in my spot as the slightest weight causes the floor boards to creep behind me.
I don't need to turn around to know that the intruder is standing in the doorway to my bedroom.

Hands slam down on to my back as he rushes to me, knocking me down on to my stomach. I scream bloody murder

With the corner of my eye I see black long sleeves, black shoes and gloves and a black ski mask. He is tall and built and it doesn't take three seconds for me to start bawling.

My chin hits the floor hard making me bite my tongue.

His hand grabs my hair in fists and pulls me in to a kneeling position. I don't even see his hand as it flies towards my face, slapping me sharply, whipping my face to the side.

My shrieks continue to fill the apartment.

Fight back.

I hear Harry's voice in my head yelling at me. I suck in oxygen and begin flailing my arms at him, punching the masked attacker behind me. It doesn't do much because he picks me up by my elbow and throws me on to the bed.

Before I have an attempt to run his hands clamp the back of my thighs.

"HELP ME HELP PLEASE!" I shriek, praying to god someones saves me.

Then a sound stops the attack.

My phone ringing again.

He grabs my cellphone off the bed that is a mere couple of feet away from me and kneels on my back, crushing my spin under his weight.

The words are cut off as I struggle just to breathe.

It stops ringing and he puts it down and the punching continues.

It takes him one second flat to get me on my back before he begins pummeling my face and body with his fists.

I think i'm screaming but I really can't tell. The adrenaline is racing far too fast for me to comprehend any real thought.

I think I hear Harry's voice somewhere.

That's when I realized I must be dying or am already dead. Because there is no way I should be hearing him like he is right next to me.

It must be an angel.

my skulls is pounding and I can't even feel the punches and kicks and slaps as he attacks me, I open my eyes that I didn't know were closed and find i'm somehow on the floor now, my head picked up and cracked in to the wood three or four times until my eyes roll in to my skull.

My body can't fight anymore.

My legs and arms that have been so violently thrashing sit idle on my side, it's like my brain can't get them to move.

I taste blood and feel, hot, sticky, liquid dripping down my face.

Groaning, my whole body aches as he takes my hair and my arms to toss me on the bed.

More liquid, my head is so god damn heavy.

"H - harry.." I hear from my lips as the man in front of me catches his breath. His gloves are slick with more of the sticky liquid and if I was not so out of it my stomach would have dropped.

Where is Harry.

Groaning and coughing and the metallic liquid in my mouth, I look up to find him unzipping and pulling down his jeans.

Harry's POV

I keep that fucking call on as I hear the attacker on the line, three fucking blocks I run with nothing but her belligerent shrieks.

I yell to her, trying to get her to fight back but she doesn't respond.

The screams stop as I come upon her block.

Barely making out her crying my name out.

Why did he stop? What the fuck is happening? Three cars screech to a stop outside of her apartment, leaving smokes as there tires slam to a complete stop, as I get to it and see Zayn, Liam, Niall and Louis jump out, meeting me on the front steps.

I don't stop, just keep running.

Please don't let me be late.

Notes

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