Redemption

Spencer's POV

I've been told many things, throughout my entire life.
My parents would always squabble on, "Don't leave the house without a guard" or "We know what's best for you. Do as we say"
I tended to listen to them, fearing for my safety after accidental eavesdropping on an important meeting my parents had with a group of business people when I was 9. "He's going to try and do everything he can to get to you. And if he can't he will get to your family. You don't want your children knowing that there is a murderer out there trying to kill you!",
an unfamiliar voice had said in a low voice to my father that day.

But never have my parents mentioned to any of their children what to do when you are backed into the corner of your bedroom by an insanely attractive yet dangerous gang leader who stares at you like you are a piece of meat.

It all started a few days ago, when I was sitting on my balcony in my bedroom. I was gazing out over the beautiful scenery of London, like I always do every night, in awe of the amazing lights from buildings and the London Eye.
I was sketching in my pad, careful not to miss a single detail when I heard commotion below me.
I peaked over the edge of the balcony, seeing unknown figures pushing our security guards out of the way which were guarding the back doors, three levels below my balcony.
You could say we like in a mansion.
They forced themselves inside.

I took a step back, in fear of what might happen.
I expected gunshots to go off or loud screams to be heard. But there was nothing but silence. I stepped inside quickly, closing the large double doors of my balcony and closing the curtains. I continued to step backwards until I bumped into my bed, in which I decided to climb in and pretend I am asleep.


I waited and waited for any sorts of noises to be heard. But there was nothing.
Nothing but complete silence.

A knock on the door, pulled me from my thoughts and made me jump slightly. The door opened, revealing my mother.
She gave me a tight smile but I could see the sorrow hidden behind her eyes, "Get dressed into something appropriate, Dear. Fix yourself up and then wait outside your bedroom door"
And then she was gone, closing the door behind her.
I was confused as to why she was wanted me to change into something 'appropriate' at 11PM at night.
I frowned but climbed out of bed and stepped into my overly large closet.
I don't know what my parents insisted that I have one as big as this, but regardless, I kind of like it. All my siblings have one each.


I grabbed out an outfit and mad sure I looked okay. I didn't bother with too much makeup, only a bit of foundation before I ran my fingers through my hair and opened my door, waiting outside.
I noticed my older sister Lucinda standing outside her door across the large hall from me. I looked around and noticed that the rest of my siblings were also all dressed up.
But of course, my twin sisters Carly and Montana are dressed up way to much.
I frowned slightly before looking down at my feet, letting my hair fall over my shoulder, fanning down.

My mother soon appeared.
She gave my older brother and sister nods, Lenny and Alex before all 3 of them looked at me. My siblings giving me sad looks but my mother keeping a stern face.
Why were they looking at me?

"Okay, there are some important people downstairs and you must all be on your best behaviour", my mother said.
She then let Lenny and Alex walk off already, before the rest of us.
I frowned.
This must be a huge deal. We always go to a huge amount of effort for anything. But this feels different.
Why were we trying to impress people that just broke into our house.

Lucinda began walking, followed by Corey and then Carly and Montana. I was at the back, being the youngest. My mother walked next to me and said, "Chin up Spencer. Be graceful", before walking up to lead.

I was growing a little concerned.
As we walked down the first wide set stairs, leading to the second floor, we then walked down the next ones.
Only then could I see what the fuss was about.
5 boys were standing with my father, my siblings and a few guards.
All eyes were on everyone walking down the stairs, and I managed to hide behind my older twin sisters big heads as we gathered and stood like an actual family.
"Alex. Lenny. Lucinda. Corey. Carly. Montana", a husky, unfamiliar voice spoke, "But where is the seventh"
Oh my.
He was talking about me.
Carly and Montana quickly turned around after hearing me gasp. I was now visible.
I slowly stepped to the side, becoming seen to everyone in the room. "Spencer", his voice was low and dangerous and sent shivers down my spine.
I gently looked up, meeting the green eyes of a tall, masculine figure of the notorious 'Rebels' gang leader, Harry Styles.
I had never met him, nor had I ever wanted to meet him.
But I have heard of him plenty of times.
I heard about his swift mood changes and how he could kill a person with one punch.

I was scared.
And it didn't help that all eyes were on me.
Suddenly, my oldest brother, Lenny appeared next to me. He rested is large hand on my shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

Harry's eyes stared into mine, tauntingly, waiting and watching for me to crack or do something that he expected.
But I just quickly looked away.
"Children, this is Mr. Styles", my father spoke gently, looking at me straight in the eye.
What is with people tonight?
I settled my eyes back onto the floor, letting my hands play with my white long dress.
"Hello everyone", he spoke, "I trust that you all know why I am here"
I looked up. I didn't know.
"No, sorry Mr. Styles. We don't", Carly flutters her lashes and smiles to Harry. She was definitely flirting.
I mentally rolled my eyes.
He frowned before looking at my father, "You haven't told them?", he smirked.
"The oldest two know. Not the other five", he said gently, looking at the floor.
Harry smirked once more, "Well then I think it's time I share why I am here"
"I don't think that's a very smart ide-", Harry cut Lenny off.
"Oh but I think they all deserve an explanation", he smirked.
Lenny's hand gripped tighter onto my shoulder as Harry opened his mouth.

"I am here to arrange marriage between myself and Spencer", his voice sliced through my gut about 100 times.
Everything came out in slow motion. My heart stopped beating and I blinked several times as I looked up at the boy who's eyes were humoured as he witnessed my reaction.
"Spencer?! Why her?! She only just finished high school!", Carly blurted angrily. "And she's barely worthy of marriage!"
Corey nudged my sister, to stop her from going on a huge rampage.
"Why would you want to marry her?!", Carly spat, talking about me with disgust.
I didn't know what to do.
So I did what was best.
I ran away.
It was hard, running up two flights of stairs, but I survived.
When I got to my room, I slammed the door behind me and rested my back against it.
"This can't be happening. This can't be happening", I paced across my room, my fingers running through my hair.
"Oh but it is", his voice appeared.
I jumped, taking several steps away from him as he took them towards me. "You see, I planned this wedding quite some time ago. It was the only way for your father to protect his family"
My back hit the wall and his face hovered over mine.
He placed one hand, cupping my neck and the other, gripping my waist.
He bit his lip as he gazed over my body and face.
"I've been waiting a long time to speak with you about it. And I couldn't wait any longer", he whispered, rubbing his hand along my waist, "I was supposed to wait until after Christmas, when you turn 18. But when I saw you walking home from school the other day, it took everything in me to control myself. I guess I'm not good at that"
Creep.
"Shit, you're so beautiful", he whispered into my ear. His hand slowly slid from my waist to my back and then down to my bum, cupping one cheek and pulling my body against his. "I'm finding it hard to control myself"
I let out a little gasp and wiggled a little, uncomfortable in his grasp.
"I was 15, when I saw you skipping around in your backyard. I was here with my mother and father, for a dinner with your family. Do you remember?", he asked, playing with my hair and squeezing my bum harder.
I did. I remembered. I slowly nodded my head, not daring to look him in the eyes. "Sure, you were a little young for me. But it didn't stop me"
"My father told me that night that I had to choose from one of the girls. And instead of choosing one of your sisters, I chose you. The way your long hair was done into two braids, with two perfect bows and your pure white dress"
He was creeping me out.

"I found you too beautiful. And from the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you", he spoke.

My breathing was heavy and I felt his hands continuously pull me closer to him, not caring how uncomfortable I was. "I will be back tomorrow to discuss more about the wedding", he spoke gently, pressing his warm lips against my forehead and then my hand before walking out of my bedroom.
I quickly locked the door behind him, still in shock.
Nobody has ever spoken like that towards me, or touch me like that.
But there was something enchanting about him.
Something I couldn't put my finger on.

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