The mentally brave ( Editing)

"Shut up bitch" I got another slap to the face, this time though it was his hand that hit me and not the cast.
"Harry" I shouted for him praying he can hear me.
I felt scar faces hands slid up and down my chest as he pinned my hands down with his thighs.
"Harry help!" I screamed once more. I managed to get one hand free scratching the man's face, right next to the scar he already had, drawing out blood.
"Lizzie!" I heard Harry's voice from the other side of the door. I can hear him pound trying to get it to open.
"The fuck with you" Scar face picked me up from my shirt throwing me onto the floor. My head slams into the marble floor. The room is spinning.
"I tried to get up, but I got kicked, the force sending me back to the ground.
"Lizzie" Harry shouts again, this time he manages to get the door to open, banging the wood to the wall.
"I will fucking kill you" Harry screamed when he saw Scar face on top of me. He launched himself at him, his fist ready for a punch. They both fell to the floor, Harry above Scar face, punching at his face, getting hold of the cast hand and banging it to the floor over and over again, until the cast cracked to pieces causing the man to yell out in pain. Harry then closed his fingers around the man's throat squeezing hard.
"That's enough boy" The doctor paced into the room stopping by my side. He reached out a hand for me, but I refused to take it staying folded as a ball by the foot of the bed.
"Harry stop it" The doctor repeated.
Ashton and Michael came running in, to guards behind them, pulling Harry off of scar face.
"Let me go! I will kill this sun of a bitch" Harry tried breaking free, but three people were holding at him, making it difficult for him to move.
"Take Ted away- lock him up" The Doctor told the guards. The one helping hold Harry let go, moving to help pick up scar face.
"Lock me up? She had it coming!" He screamed as they hurled him out of the room "I should have left with Foster when I had the chance! You piece of shit! Just like the rest of them"
The doctor shut the door after them turning back to us.
Harry was kneeling by my side now, pulling away some strands of my hair.
"Are you ok? Where did he hurt you?" Harry's eyes were searching my face. He moved it slightly to the left revealing the gush I had caused from scar face's cast.
"Get the medic" The doctor ordered Ashton who left running out.
"Can you stand?" Harry asked me softly. He held to my waist helping me up to my feet.
"There was no window" I whispered
"Window? What do you mean?" Harry frowned at my weird comment.
"No window" I said again my jaw hurting.
"Is this a jock? Why is there a curtain but no window?" Harry asked his father.
"I'll move you to a room with a window"
"No, we aren’t staying here with this fucking twit" Harry shot
"You don't need to worry about him he will not be a threat anymore"
"Look at her face" Harry pointed at me "Your man did that"
"I just explained to you the problem we're in" the doctor hissed
"Ask me if I give a shit? I'm here for you to make Lizzie better, and then we are out of here, as if we never met"
"Come with me" The doctor walked out of the room, Michael following.
I looked at Harry in question, not sure what he wants us to do.
"Can you walk?" He asked me. It was too painful to talk so I just nodded.
I was limping slightly, Harry had his arm around my waist to help me walk.
The doctor gave us a new room, this time with a big window a view to the park I was at yesterday.
The doctor left us alone, promising to be back shortly with the doctor who will be running the tests.
Harry sat on the bed facing me. I can see his eyes once again searching my face.
"I'm fine Harry" I said. Though I was tired and in pain.
"I was going to kill him" Harry murmured.
"I know" I whispered
"I wanted to kill him" He looked at me his eyes hard
"I know" I repeated. I reached out to touch his cheek, tracing the place where his dimple pops when he smiles. As I predicted his eyes turned softer with my touch and the dimple started showing as a cheeky smile appeared on his lips.
"What?" I asked "I know that look of yours"
Harry grabbed the fingers stroking his face, cupping his palms around them, then brought them to his mouth and placed a soft kiss to each finger. His eyes found mine, but only for a moment, leaving to find the marks left on my face. Harry brought his lips over to the cut on the side of my face, not caring it was smudged with dry blood and left there a soft warm kiss.
Three more kisses followed, then Harry pulled back smiling. "Do you feel better?"
"Much" I leaned into him laying my less damaged cheek on his shoulder.
"If that switch wasn't flicked off, I would block the pain away" Harry kissed the top of my head.
"It's fine, I'll live"
"I'm sure you will" Harry chuckled running his palms up and down my thighs.
"So this must be Lizzie" A short wide face man walked into the room, smiling eyes twinkling behind big glasses.
"Hi" I smile up at him, Harry's hands still on my body.
"Harry. You probably don't remember me, but-"
"I remember you- Stan" Harry nodded his head at them man.
"Well, yes, so… oh my, we must take care of those cuts young lady" Stan came closer to us, he reached out to turn my face slightly examining the wound.
"I think it is best we go to my office, what do you say?" He looked at me above the rim of his glasses.
I glance over at Harry, who gave a slight nod with his head, shifting off the bed and spreading out his hand for me to take.
I get up and take Harry's out stretched hand, entwining our fingers together.
Stan noticed that little gesture and smiled. It was hard for me to walk so Harry let go of my hand and moved his arm around my waist tugging at me slightly, making me lean on him to make it easier.
"So how do you two know each other?" I asked uncomfortable with the silents.
"I was sort of a uncle to Harry and Amy" Stan said, and leaving it at that. We came to a glass door with black print on the front 'Doctor Cooper'
Stan opened the door and moved aside to let Harry and I go in first.
"Sit down love" He pointed to the hospital bed. Harry puts his hands on my hips picking me up on to the bed, than he sat beside me. I can feel the tension seeping from him, so I put my hand on his knee.
"What will you be doing to her?" Harry asked Stan, moving his hand and placing it on mine.
"First I want to clean up that wound so it could heal properly and not leave a scar on her pretty face.
"So who is Foster?" I ask as Stan cleaned my cuts and put a band aid on.
I catch Harry and him change glances.
"I'll tell you later" Harry said his jaw clenched.
"All right Lizzie, I need to draw some blood, to do some tests"
I look back at Harry, uncomfortable with the thought of more needles being stuck into my skin.
"That won't be necessary, we did a bunch of them already I brought everything with me" Harry leaned to the backpack we had with us, taking out some papers.
I notice a little cooler bag as well. I assumed they had some blood left, keeping it safe if more tests will be needed.
"Very well" Stan took the file and the cooler bag.
"How long should this take?" Harry asked him
"Well, I want to go over this folder and see if you missed anything.. Then I would like to run some more tests of my own, and then I should come up with an antidote for this situation and-"
"Stan, how long?" Harry cut in, a small smile appears in the corners of his mouth.
"A day or few" He looks up from the file.
"So we can't go home?" I pout at Stan
"No, I'm afraid you'll need to stay here for the time being" Stan gave me a sympathetic smile.
"In this room like a prisoner" I frown down at my hands. Harry rubbed my thighs again. I can feel him staring at me, but I didn't look up.
"I might be able to help you with that" Stan held up a finger. He rushed to his desk and went through it in a noisy search.
"Oh, it's not here, I'll be right back" With that he left the room in a hurry. I look up after him, catching Harry still staring at me.
"what?" I gaze into his shiny green eyes. There was something in them I haven't seen before.
"You said 'Home'" He wasn't smiling, but the glint in his eyes was more pronounced now.
"I did" I offered a shy smile. Harry held both of my hands, our eyes locked. I love this boy. I knew it now. No matter how mad he can make me, and break my heart over and over again, I will always give him another chance.
I felt the beat of my heart remembering our first time together, feeling my cheeks growing hot.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, a hint of those dimples I loved so much showing.
Before I could answer Stan was back.
"Here" He waved something around. It seemed to be a bracelet of sort.
"What is that?" I eyed his waving hand.
"This works the same way as the switch, it locks onto your wrist, blocking off the part of your brain that provides the abilities you own"
"Kind of a hand cuff" Harry noted
"Well, you can look at it that way, but it will let you walk around without the fear of agonizing pain" Stan shot back at him.
I extended my arm to Stan figuring that it's better than staying the next few days in this room.
Stan locked the bracelet on to my wrist.
"I want that key" Harry informed him. Stan put the key in Harry's out stretched hand.
"Well, I guess you two are free until I'll have some news for you".
I looked at Harry who got of the bed. He turned to me, hands on my hips. I put my own hands on his shoulders as he helped me down.
"Want a walk in the park?" He smiled down at me.
"Thought you'll never ask" I grinned.
"Wait" Stan took a knee brace out of his pocket "I think you might be needing this, I hope I have the right size"
"Oh- Thank you! This is really kind of you" I turned to him. What a lovely man, he kind of reminded me of a grandfather.
Harry helped me back on the bed, picking up my jeans to make enough room for the brace. Once it was on, the fabric would not pull back down over it.
"Leave it like that" I told Harry. He then again helped me down, linking our fingers together.
"Now you two go have some fun" Stan smiled waving at us.
"Thank you" I smiled. Harry saluted him, and walked me out.


"This is nice" I let my head rest on Harry's arm as we walked slowly down the walkway in the park.
"It is" He answered. I liked him like this. Calm and loving. It seems Harry is always uptight worrying about what will happen next, and taking care of everyone. I know Ed is and Liam are like his right hand, but still, it was nice seeing him let go of it all for once.
Harry kissed the top of my head, letting go of my hand and bringing his arm around my waist instead, pulling me closer to him.
"Harry" I asked after a while of walking
"mm"
"Who is Foster? What did your dad want?" I glanced up at him.
Harry led me to a bench on the side of the walkway. We sat down enjoying the warm sun on our bodies.
"So apparently my dad had a coworker- his beta"
"Foster" I say
"Yes. However, they had a falling out recently causing Foster to leave, go back to Ireland. Half the crew went back with him" Harry's thumb was rubbing my skin, sending electricity down my spine.
"So what does that have to do with you?" I was a little confused to why that knowledge would interest Harry.
"Well my dad said it has everything to do with us"
"How's that?"
"Well if we thought my dad was evil for taking us and running all of these tests, Foster is far worse" Harry's eyes turned hard.
"What do you mean?"
"Foster thinks we should be put down" Harry clenched his jaw. I could see the muscle in his forehead.
"Put down- as in kill? Like animals?" I gasped
Harry nodded "He took with him some of the best, and he has few with him like us. He hunts them down and just kills them. He thinks we are out of control and we will take over the country if he won't put a stop to us"
"That's insane! And he has double standards, having people like us work for him"
"It is, and my dad said he has files on all of us, it's a matter of time until he finds us all"
"But we're safe at the safe house, we're protected" I was worrying now, fear for my friends.
"Yeah, and I already informed Liam and Ed so everyone is on high alert".
I search Harry's face, the calmness now gone, with no trace.
I touch the muscle showing in his forehead, tracing it, moving my finger to the crease between his eyes, smoothing it out. Harry tilted his head up my fingers tracing down to his lips. He caught them in his hand, holding them to his mouth, kissing them softly.
"Should we be scared?"
"No. Nothing will happen to you" Harry assured me. I leaned in kissing him. Harry cupped my cheeks holding my face to him, not letting me break away as the kiss grew hotter, hungrier.
I put my palms on his chest pushing him slightly away so I could catch my breath.
Harry's eyes were on fire- but not with anger- but lust.
"You'll be the death of me" He whispered running his hands up my thighs. I watch his face as he touched me, not caring about the passing people.
"Come on" He jumps up after a while.
"Where are we going?" I look up at him.
"I'm hungry, I'm taking you to eat". He pulls me to my feet making me giggle as he picked me up, putting me back down standing on the bench.
"Harry!" I shriek holding on to his shoulders as he let go of me.
"Come, I'll give you a lift" He gave me his lovely cheeky smile as he turned around for me to get onto his back.
Laughing, I linked my arms together around his neck, bringing my legs around his torso. My chest squeezed to his back as his hands find the back of my knees securing me to him, and pulling me even closer.
"I like feeling you like this" Harry's head turns to me. I kiss his curls and he starts walking.
I look at the view from up on Harry's back, seeing everything from a taller prospective. It was such a lovely day, and I felt cared for and loved by this gorgeous boy.
Harry walked up to the first restaurant he saw, bending his knees making it easier for me to get down.
Then he takes my hand and pushes open the door. A waiter takes us to a table next to the window, and we take our seats. After ordering we were left alone.
"Come here" I spread my hands to Harry. His much bigger hands covering my own.
"Thank you" I say
"For what?"
"For caring for me so much. It scared me at first, having to depend on someone but I'm getting used to it"
"I'm glad" He smiled. His eyes are a light shade of green, his curls messy around his face.
Something on my right side, outside the window catches his eye. I watch as his glance turns into a wide eye star. I follow it, looking for what made his face change.
My eyes founding the source, growing with a shock of my own.
Standing with her hands on the glass, blue big eyes staring right back at me- was Natalie.

Notes

Hello my lovelies!
How is valentine's day treating you all?
Soooo Natalie is BACK!
And all of this thing with Foster- I mean they just don't get a break do they??
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