Redemption

4

People shoved me painfully as I tried to elbow my way through the crowd. I found boys staring at girls lustfully, I being one of the many, girls giving me dirty looks as I moved the opposite of swiftly through the crowd of drunk teenagers. I made it to the end of the dancing people, finally catching my breath.

"Bit more skin, baby!" I heard a hoarse voice cheer, and my forehead creased into a frown. I turned around to see a group of about four or five people eyeing a mysterious brown-haired girl, whose back was facing the boys. "Why don't you come here and give us some company?" Another yelled at the poor girl. The teenage girl faced the terrible boys, immediately facing the other direction when she saw them smirk and smile cheekily.

I tensed when I saw her brown eyes. Eleanor! A voice screamed in my mind and I balled my hands into fists, moving closer to the people encouraging her rudely. All too suddenly, I felt a slight pain in my head, throbbing with every heartbeat. My eyes felt as if they were burning but I ignored them, trying to get to Eleanor.

"Don't be like that!" A muscular boy screamed at her and she cringed. I slowly began to jog, and then run, despite the fact that I was in heels. Eleanor shreds away from the group, walking away from them. I guess they chose her to pick on because, as I realised, almost every girl was with a guy.

"Hey," another man said sternly, and I gasped when he gripped her wrist. "I told you to come over here."

"Buzz off!" she warned, and I made it to the group, stalking towards the person holding Eleanor. "We just want some fun. We won't break you...too quickly."

"Leave her!" I shouted over the loud music, roughly pushing the man away from me best friend. She seemed pleased to see me, even over the wall of tears and worry in her eyes. I gave her a sympathetic smile, reassuring her that I knew what I was doing. "Let her go!" I cried, the man literally didn't move when I shoved him, though he dropped his grip from Eleanor and turned to me. "Please, let her go!"

"Well, well." The man cooed as his three other mates appeared. "Lads, I think we are getting lucky tonight." I gulped the lump in my throat and glared at him. "Which girl do you think will be better off with me?"

"If you want your head to stay on your neck," Eleanor growled and stood beside me, "you'd better be neither." The man snickered as his friends laughed. "Ooh, feisty, isn't she?" One of the boys said and I turned my head to glare at him harshly. One boy had dark brown eyes, just like Zayn, with brown hair. Another had brunette roots, the ends of his long hair dip-dyed into a blonde color, catching attention. The last boy, who seemed quiet this whole time, had dark and dilated green eyes that I caught narrowed at me. He didn't shy away though; he continued to watch me in his shadowed gaze, his curly hair spike up slightly. They all wore dark low cut shirts and black jeans, almost as if they craved attention with their bad-boy looks.

"I like you," the boy who held Eleanor only moments ago smirked, referring to me. "but I think I'll have the dangerous one. Nick, Marcel--" he jerked his head to the crowd, "--you can borrow these two after Henry and I." and the blue eyed boy instantly grabbed Eleanor's arm and dragged her behind his back, his hand still enclosed around her wrist. "My love," he stated to me, "you will obey Henry unless you have a death wish. I'm sure you two will have fun.

"Henry, she's too innocent. Don't hurt her." the boy finished, sarcasm obvious in his tone. I looked at the curly haired boy as a smirk etched his dangerous and cold face.

"Evelyn!" Eleanor screamed, moving in the dirty-blonde haired boy's grasp, trying desperately to get away as he began to walk away. "Evelyn, run!" But I ignored her, instead, making my way towards her helpless and fragile body. "No, I-"

And then I felt the presence of somebody behind me, a body pressing flush to mine. A powerful arm snaked around my petite waist and pulled me back onto somebody's chest. I gasped in surprise, squirming in the grasp of the boy who manhandled me towards the exit of the manor. I tried to scream, but his large hand clamped over my mouth.

I spun in the man's arms and pressed my hands against his chest in protest, feeling it vibrate beneath my fingers as he chuckled at my useless actions. He was much taller, bigger, stronger and much more deliberate than I, and I soon found myself scooped up in his arms and thrown over his lean shoulder.

"Let me go!" I yelled, hearing the music fade away. I tried my best to fall out of his lift, but his arm was wrapped around my waist, and my hands were no match for his muscular back. It was scary to think that a boy was taking me away right now. This was obviously kidnapping, but all I worried about right now was Eleanor, hoping she was alright. Hoping I wouldn't get hurt.

Henry walked swiftly through the streets with me banging on his back and kicking my legs desperately. We made it to a sleek black Range Rover--dark and scary-looking, just like the one holding me.

Henry placed me on my feet. His body instantly pressed onto mine so I was trapped between him and the car. The green eyed boy peered down at me, amusement and lust in his eyes.

"What's your name, babe?" he questioned casually and I glared at him. I raised my hand to shove him away but his larger hand caught mine. "I think that other chick called you Evelyn, am I right?" he growled lowly. His hands held mine to the back, pinned against the car.

I shook my head sadly. "Please, let me go!" I protested, and he smirked. "Please, please just let me go! Don't hurt Eleanor," The boy snickered cheekily, "That's not my decision. She's Louis', now." His voice was husky and gruff. "And you're mine."

My stomach dropped and I leaned my head against the car, pressuring the space between us. "W-what do you mean 'yours?' I don't belong to you, if that's what your thinking." I squeaked. Not that it's happened before, but I really didn't like the fact that I belonged to somebody. I am not playing along. I'm not somebody's property and playtoy. Unless...

"That's what you think," Henry licked his lips. His hand moved towards my lower back, pressing me against his body whilst I tried to move away from him, my hand flying to his chest. His other hand reached up to the back of my head, pulling me onto his chest. "but this mark proves you wrong." He peered behind me, watching something on my neck. I froze when I realised...

Unless he was my mate. "I gotta tell you, your tattoo looks awfully familiar." Henry's breath was hot against my neck, trickling down my back. "Oh, right! I have the exact same."

I saw a dark silhouetted figure walking towards the two of us. And then, I saw the familiar smirk of Zayn, as he came up to me proudly. "Thank you for finding her, Zayn." Henry said, his eyes never leaving my face.

Zayn smiled at me cockily, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. "Congratulations, Harry. She's yours."

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Henry is Harry's fake name because he's a serial killer and they can't use his real name(: Nick is Niall and Marcel is Liam.