Do No Harm (One Direction)

How We Meet

Do No Harm

I get up at six a.m. just like everyday, to go for my morning jog. I stretch before running and I can't help but feel like something is wrong.

Maybe it's because I broke up with Niall last night.

We were having issues and I couldn't deal with it anymore. So I broke up with him so he didn't have to break up with me.

I put my earphones in and blast the music just loud enough so that I can hear it over the birds' chirping.

I tend to zone out when I run so it's no surprise that I don't see the man standing directly in front of me.

"Oh I'm so sorry," I say as I quickly take my earphones out. I see a tall, young man, who is a year or two older than me. He has bright blue eyes that terrify me a bit, and brown curly hair.

"You're coming with me," he says grabbing my upper-arm harshly. He pulls me to the point where I'm stumbling. He takes me to a car and blindfolds me, he also ties my wrists and feet.

I don't beg him to let me go because I'm afraid to anger him more, and it's six in the morning, no one would hear me.

I stay silent and I feel the car finally park, I can't tell you how much time we took, I've never been good at judging time.

I hear his door open and seconds later it is closed. A few seconds later my door is opened and he grabs me, making me stand.

He picks me up and walks to the door I guess and we are inside.

He walks a bit more and soon I'm sitting on a bed or a couch. I really hope it's a couch. I don't even want to consider the fact that this could be a bed.

I feel a hand under my chin, "Why didn't you fight back?" he asks.

I don't answer, I feel a sharp stinging on my cheek soon. I let out a sob. "Answer me!" he shouts.

"I-I didn't want to make you angry," I say as tears fall out from my eyes. I desperately try to hold them back. Blinking as much as I can to hold them back.

He stays silent.

Suddenly two hands are at my wrists, untying them. Then I feel those two hands grab my newly free hands and pin them to a bed.

"I've been watching you," he whispers. "And I really like you," he says in a low voice. "I just couldn't find the courage to ask you out. You know why? Because I don't want you that way. I want you in a different way," he trails his finger along my arm, making me shiver.

He lets go of my wrists, ties them and leaves the room. I stay there and silently sob.

Minutes later he's back and is trying to force himself on me. I pull away desperately. "No," I say. "Please no."

He kisses me and I keep pushing him away. Finally he gets fed up and stops.

He picks me up and throws me into a closet? I feel around at the small place and come to the conclusion that it is a closet.

I stay silent for a long time.




"Hello?" his voice says. "If someone is there please answer me. I'm not going to hurt you," he says.

"I-I'm in here," I say.

I hear footsteps and then the door opens. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

He picks me up again and sets me back down on the, 'couch.' "What are you talking about? You kidnapped me," I say. I feel him fumble to untie me.

Finally he gets the blindfold off as well as the rope around my wrists and ankles. I see red lines around them and rub them to get rid of the soreness.

"I'm sorry about what happened, the important thing is that you never see me again," he says.

"Listen I was just kidnapped. I'm going to need a better explanation if you don't want me to call the cops," I say.

He sighs and rubs his eyes. He looks up at me and I notice a difference "You're eyes are green," I point out. "They were blue earlier."

"Listen I can't explain this-"

"Do you want me to call the cops?" I ask.

He sighs, "It's a long story," he says.

"Tell you what, we can talk about that later, I've got to go, but here's my number," I say handing him a paper.

"I can give you a ride if you want," he says.

"I'd really appreciate that," I check my watch, "I'm running late."

He nods and we go to his car. I give him directions once I start to recognize where we are.

The drive there is silent except for the sounds of Beethoven's ninth symphony. I exam him a bit, he is ridiculously tall. He has the look of a nerd at the moment, unlike earlier today. His hair seems styled weirdly for the way he dresses. He has big glasses on but is wearing a white t-shirt with a blazer over it. Along with dark skinny jeans.

He finally drops me off and when I get to my house I see someone outside my door.

"You've got company," he says.

I make my way out of the car and realize I don't know his name, "What's your name?" I ask.

"Marcel," he says. "And yours?"

"Paris," I smile.

"Well again I am very sorry Paris but I'll explain shortly. And please for any reason do not answer any calls of mine between midnight and noon. Noon to midnight are fine," he says.

"Okay then," I say weirded out.

"Thanks and text me when you can meet me," he says.

I nod.

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*Marcel's P.O.V.*

She nods and heads to her front door. The person waiting for her is a man, my age. When he sees her he grabs her arm and pushes her against the house door.

Thankfully the door was opened and he has a sly smile as he sees her scared face. When she realizes it was a joke she pushes him away and closes the door.

He slams his fist against the door and shouts. Then he starts running towards my car.

He opens my door and pulls me out. "Hey hey hey watch your hands," I say as I remove his hands from my shirt.

"So you're the dick Paris left me for," he says. He pushes my chest as I try to remain calm.

I hear footsteps behind me. Then Paris appears in front of the guy.

"Niall please it's not like that. I barely even know him," she pleads.

"Oh so now you're sleeping around?!" he shouts.

She shakes her head, "Niall stop it. You know that's not what I mean-"

"Actually I don't. I don't know what you mean because yesterday I thought everything was fine but apparently they aren't," he says.

"You know exactly why they aren't fine!" she exclaims.

"Paris-"

"Niall you know I don't have time. Now please leave Marcel alone and we can talk about this later t-"

Suddenly I feel a fist collide with my face. "Niall!" Paris exclaims.

I then become defensive and I punch Niall back. I've never actually fought someone, I guess I'm channeling the inner Harry.

This leads us to a fist fight and we're soon on the ground and I keep hitting back. "Niall! Stop!" Paris says. "Please stop!" she says.

Eventually she gets him off of me but he continues to fight back. "Listen we can talk about this later today," she says. "About us because I'd really like you back." This gets him to stop and he hugs her.

She hugs back and when he lets go he apologizes to me. "Sorry man, I can be short tempered."

He shakes my hand.

They walk back in and Paris hasn't said a word to me.





I just got a text from Paris saying she can meet me at Starbucks. I've get there and by the time I get there she has already sat down with her drink.

I order mine and go back with it.

"So . . ." she says.

"This isn't going to be easy to explain," I say.

"I don't need easy I need an explanation," she says.

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*Paris's P.O.V.*

"I don't need easy I need an explanation," I say.

I noticed he looks very different than he did earlier today. He still wears his large glasses but his hair is gelled back, getting rid of any sign of his curly hair. He is also wearing a plaid button up shirt, tucked into his high waisted slacks.

He sighs and starts, "The man who kidnapped you today was me and it wasn't me. See I've got two people living in my body. I'm Marcel Hampton while the guy who kidnapped you is Harry Styles. I've seen specialists and all of them say it isn't multiple personality disorder," he says.

He looks at me hopefully, "So?"

I look down at my coffee then up at him, "I believe you," I say.

He laughs, "What?"

I nod.

"Not that I'm not happy but, why? Why do you believe me?"

I look up at him, "I don't know, but I have this feeling that I should believe you."

He nods. "It gets more complicated."

"And how so?" I ask.

"He only ever appears at midnight and he leaves at noon. I know it sounds crazy but thats why you can't see me between those hours," he says.

I nod. "Well that was easy," I say.

"We should get going," he says.

We get up and go to our cars. He puts his keys in but his car won't start, I see this while I wait for my car to start.

I get out of my car and go to his, tapping on the window. He rolls it down, "I can give you ride, I don't really have anywhere I need to be."

He smiles, "That would be great," he says.

He follows me to my car and gets in the passenger seat.