I Understand. An AU/punk story.

More fear creeps in to me as I watch him undress his lower body. Realization of what he was about to do to me making my blood freeze in my veins.

His hands rip the shorts off of my body not bothering to slide them down.

"P-please don't.." I choke, tasting the metallic liquid dripping out of my mouth on to my chin. He doesn't reply, just pulls himself out and grabs my ankles, ripping me to the edge of the bed. "S-stop!" I Cry. Everything in my body was telling me to fight. Kick, scream, punch, run anything. Just fight back. But my body was beaten to a pulp. I couldn't get myself to do anything but lay there, choke on my own blood and cry like an idiot. Where was Harry..

He pushes himself in to me.

I scream. I scream so loud. I beg and plead and sob, squeezing my eyes shut to block out the terrible thing that was happening to me. Why me. Please tell me. There is no doubt some terrible shit I have done. But I didn't deserve this. Not this. Nobody deserved this. His bloody glove covers my mouth and I attempt to push it off but but he simply brings his arm back and delivers another punch to my mouth.

I lose consciousness for a moment there. That punch being the one to push me over the edge. One hit too many to my skull, damaging my brain further. Lulling me to sleep. I would have died there. I really think so.. Had the crack of my front door splitting down the middle hadn't scared me awake.

I lift my head and find Harry and our boys charging through the living room. The man on top of me quickly puts himself back in his pants.

"H-harry." I breathe." His head snaps up and our eyes meet.

I have never seen that side of him.

There was my cupcake Harry. The one only my friends and I saw.

And there was the business Harry. A tough guy whom ran his gang.

There was mad Harry. When he got pushed past tough guy.

Put this persona, this Harry? This Harry was unhinged. He was lethal, insane, belligerent. Dangerous. This side of him was a killer. The part of him that locked all of his emotions away. The one that was nothing but force and swelling anger. And I swear to god I don't think any of us has seen him to this point.

Harry's POV

My foot goes ride through the middle of the locked apartment door. Knocking it off it's hinges. We storm in, Liam hands me a gun that I put in the waistband of the back of my jeans, under my T shirt. I know they have theirs. Entering her trashed apartment, I kick the tipped couch to the side. My breath ragged from running here, sweat dripping down my brow.

"H-harry." I cracked, graveled voice calls for me. My eyes find hers.

She lays on her back, legs bare, hanging over the edge of the bed. Blood covers her face and drips down her mouth. her top ripped. The stranger standing over her.

I put two and two together.

Her pants lay shredded on the ground, he buckles his belt.

I lost myself in it all I guess.

The next moment I have the back of his shirt as he makes a break for the fire escape.

I was going to kill him.

That's all there was to it.



Taking a fist of his hair and dragging his huge stature with one hand out of the room; not phased by his attempts to knock me away.

"Take care of her." I nod to Zayn and Liam. They nod and go to her bedroom, closing the door behind me, knowing what is about to come. Niall and Louis follow me out to the hall. So much anger wells through me that I don't even know what to do. I just stand there breathing. I want to shoot him. I really, really do. But there is something in me telling me to fight the urge to kill.

I'm not that man anymore. ........

"Kill him." I shrug. Niall and Louis exchange one look and then start on the man.

But some things could not go unpunished.............

Lilian's POV

The door clicks shut. I put my arms and call to Harry, but my voice comes out as harsh whisper of air. No sense of an actual voice present.

Zayn rummages in me drawer and pulls out a different pair of shorts, Liam comes to the edge of the bed and takes my hand, brushing my wet hair from my forehead.

"Hey, keep your eyes open. It's okay, doll. I'm here. We have you now." MY eyes begin to roll in tot he back of my head, the pressure under my skull becoming incredibly intense. My bottom half is exposed to these two but I am too out of it to care. Zayn wrestles the shorts on me and they both take my hands and my lower back, gently helping me to sit up.

"Everything hurts." I breathe, my windpipe burns and I wonder if it hasn't been crushed int he attack. Tears are hot, I attempt to wipe them but my hand comes back red with my own blood.

"Shh." Zayn whispers, cleaning my hand on his shirt. I flop uselessly in to him, trying to calm my breathing. My chest and lungs hurt just to breathe.

Screams and curses echo through the walls, smacks and kicks. I whimper and zayn wraps me in to his arms. Liam gets on his knees in front of me, taking my face to examine the damage. His hands lift my shirt to my bra line and poke at my ribs. I cry out as he probes an extra sensitive spot.

My eyes roll back in my head. I just want to sleep. That is all I want; so I let my eyelids close with a huff.

"L, keep your eyes open!" Liam urges. I try to respond to him and do as he says but my face is too heavy to move. "Lily can you hear me?" His voice is off in the back of my head. My eyes still closed. God just let me sleep. Zayn shakes me but I still can't get myself to move. "She needs to be brought to the hospital. She has been hit too many times." I'm swung up in to Zayn's arms and I feel him walk from the bed. His chest is warm so I bury my face in to his sweater, trying to sleep.

Once in the hall I can hear the screams intensify.

Harry's POV

I slam his face in to the wall repeatedly, blood is dripping down the wallpaper as the door opens, my head snaps up to find Zayn cradling her in his arms, her bruised eyelids closed.

"She needs to go to the ER, there are just too many blows to the head. She is losing consciousness." I wanted to take her on my own but I needed to get this rage out of me first, or I would just hurt some innocent bystander.

"Go now." I hurry them. They leave in a rush, my poor, poor girl.

"Let me go!" The still masked man screams. I chuckle and drop him to the ground at my knees. Niall takes his gun from his waistband and cocks it, pushing it in to the back of his head.

"Who sent you?" I ask him, looking down at him, his head is bowed, blood drips from his face and puddles at the floor. He stays silent.

"ANSWER HIM." Niall bellows.

The next thing happens suddenly.

The masked man swings his leg under him, whacking it in to my own, knocking me to my ass. The other leg copies the action behind him and knocks Niall down. The gun falls to the floor with a clammar. He grabs it and jumps to his feet, pointing it at Louis. He stays silent but nods his head, motioning him aside. He listens, the man enters the living room as Niall and I jump up.

He grabs Louis by the collar of his jean jacket and puts him in a tight lock, gun at his head.

Our eyes meet as he backs up to the open fire escape. I am terrified he will hurt Louis who struggles to break free from his tight grip.

He shoves Louis to the floor in front of him, turns on his heel and makes a mad dash out of the window.

"FUCK!" I below, running after him, crashing out on tot he rickety metal escape. He is already down two floors. Crawling over the rail I let my feet drop, falling one story to the next escape before grabbing the bar, trying my best to catch up with him. He clambers noisly down the stairs. I'm one story behind him when he finally reaches the cement, falling to his feet before running down the alley. I drop, looking up finding Lou and Niall following us, a few stories up, I don't wait and instead charge after him.

And this fucker was fast.

One block, two blocks, turning right on the next block, trying to lose me in the downtown area.

"STOP HIM!" I shout over the mass of people I keep running in to. Rush hour now among us. People part for me as I charge after him, not understanding what I mean. He gets farther and farther away as I push after him. He turns right and runs in to a parking garage.

A car screeches behind me and I turn as Louis pulls up in the black Mustang Convirtable. I jump over the door in to the passenger seat and we speed up the empty ramp after our pursuit, the tires shriek on the cement as we enter the second floor of the parking garage.

"FUCK" Louis slams on his breaks mere seconds before we come in contact with a silver SUV pulling out of their parking space, the women slams on her brakes and slams on her horn. Niall and I jump over the door of the car and charge after him, running up three other stories, coming to the final story. The man is on the ledge, looking to the next building, acros the way from him.

"STOP" I scream to him.

It's too late.

He preps and jumps. Landing on the roof over.

I don't need to think twice before breaking out in to a run, straight towards the edge of the wall, following him and his actions.

Notes

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