"I know she is here!" I heard someone yell and immediately shot to my feet. I then heard someone stomping toward the room I was in and looked around. The only door was the one I came in and there wasn't anywhere to hide. Not unless I could move a vending machine and I didn't think that was very likely. "Gabriella!" I heard and my heart stopped.
"Harry?" I asked myself, but stayed put. If it wasn't, I was going to die.
"Gabriella!" It yelled again. It was Harry!
I hurried as fast as I could toward the door and peaked out. The diner had almost stopped moving and a couple of men had stood up, turned toward the center. And there, in the center, was Harry, rage in his eyes, staring down at the little girl that had helped me.
"I don't know who you are looking for, sir." She said. "But whoever it is, isn't here."
"Harry!" I said, my voice not being able to yell, and stepped out from behind the door. He was alive! He was really alive!
"Gabriella." He sighed, and shoved the girl to the side. He was to me in two very large steps, embracing me in his arms. "Oh my God, I was so worried."
"You shouldn't be here alone." I said. "They are looking for me."
"I know." Harry nodded. "That is why we need to get you out of here."
"But, Louis..." I tried to tell him, but he stopped me.
"I know what Louis did was horrible. He will pay."
"No, but Harry...."
"Hush now, Gabriella. I need to get you to your father."
A rush of emotions filled me. I was so happy that Harry had found me, I was scared that they would come after us, I was angry that I was being taken back to my father. This was all his fault anyway.
"No..." I shook my head again, my voice sounded rough, even to me. "We have to go back and save Louis."
"That isn't funny, Gabriella." Harry said, scooping me up into his arms and heading for the door. I was too weak to argue, so I just laid my head on his arm. He placed me into the back seat of a black car, before getting into the driver's seat.
"Yes, sir, I got her." I heard him say and I assumed he was speaking to my father. "But she keeps going on back going back for Tomlinson." There was a pause. "I know, sir. I think she might have hit her head. We are coming back now."
I felt myself dozing off as the car began to move. Thoughts of Louis and Harry slowly leaving me for the darkness of a dreamless sleep. Because for the first time since I left school, I felt safe. Even if it was a false since of security, I knew Harry wouldn't let anything happen to me now.
"Gabriella!" I heard my name and then I was yanked upward. Harry was kneeling in the doorway of the car. "I have to take you in now."
"What?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. I had a splitting headache and, even though I slept, I was extremely tired. "No." I shook my head, realizing he meant my father. "All his fault."
"I know it is." Harry nodded. "But right now, he needs to know his daughter is safe."
"They will be coming."
"I won't let anything happen to you, again, Gabriella." He ran a hand over my face. "I love you and he will not separate us again."
Feeling too weak to reply, I let Harry pick me up from the car. I rested my head on his shoulder, his long hair falling in my face. But I didn't care.
"Gabriella!" I heard my father yell. "Put her down, Styles!"
Harry slowly put me down on the couch, but he didn't leave my side. Instead, he sat beside me, taking my hand.
"Sir, we don't have much time." Harry said. "She doesn't know where their base is. She doesn't even remember how she escaped."
"Louis..." I said. That was a lie. I did know how I escaped and they had to go help him!
"Tomlinson," my father sneered. "He will get what is coming to him."
"No." I shook my head. "Let me talk!"
"You need to rest, Gabriella." Harry said to me and then turned to my father. "I need to get her out of Texas. They will stop at nothing than to get her back. If not just to see her dead."
"You are right." My father nodded. "I will send her with two of my best men. Lynch! Malik!"
"No." Harry shook his head. "You aren't splitting us up again."
"You aren't going with her, Styles." My father said. "You think I don't know what happened at that school?"
"You aren't splitting us up again." Harry repeated, squeezing my hand. "I am going wherever she goes and you can't stop me."
"You called for us, sir!" A blonde boy said, coming to a halt next to my father. On the otherside, a guy with a black fohalk and piercing eyes.
My father was silent for a long time, just looking at Harry. Harry stared back, not breaking eye contact. I wanted to say something, but knew it wouldn't help the situation. My father didn't care about what I wanted.
"Lynch, Malik, you will be accompanying Styles in protecting my daughter." My father finally said.
"Sir, with all due respect," Harry started, and part of me wanted to kick him. He had just agreed not to separate us! What was he doing? "Last time you sent me with a partner, it didn't turn out too well."
"You aren't going alone." My father shook his head. "You won't be able to handle it on your own if you are followed."
"Harry, just let it go." I said. I knew that if he made my father angry that he would change his mind and make Harry stay here. Though I knew Harry wasn't going to let that happen, someone would end up getting hurt.
"Then it is settled." My father said. "Now, we will send a decoy on a jet while you four leave in a car."
"That works." Lynch nodded.
"You have little time to pack, so you better hurry." He said.
"I would like to shower." I said, sitting up. I hadn't had a proper shower in what felt like years.
"Of course." Harry nodded and went to help me up from the couch. I stopped him, though, turning to my father.
"Daddy," I said. "You have to help Louis. He saved my life."
"He almost got you killed!" Harry said, before my father had the chance to reply. "You have to stop with this nonsense."
"He helped me escape. He is the ONLY reason I made it out of that place alive!" I argued. "He killed everyone there, his own men. And then he let me shoot him and let me go. If it weren't for him, I would be dead already. And I am afraid that when the others get back, they are going to kill him."
"Death would be a blessing, because if I get my hands on him..." Harry growled.
"Enough, Styles." My father held up his hand. "Gabriella, I will do what I can. But Tomlinson picked his side. But, if the time comes and he asks for mercy, then I will see what I can do."
"Thank you." I said, not exactly what I wanted. All I could do now was hope that they hadn't killed Louis.
I let Harry help me up and made my way toward the bathroom.
"Will you get me some clothing?" I asked Harry. Harry nodded.
"Just make sure you lock that door." Harry said, kissing the top of my head. "I will only be a minute."
A/N: Slow, I know! But it is about to pick up, I promise! Okay, so truth is, I was going to end this story soon because I had lost the inspiration to write it. But, as I wrote this chapter, that changed. So, I am not sure if I said I was on my last few chapters in previous chapters, but I am nowhere close to ending this story. P.S. How do you guys like the new Bodyguards?