AN: AHAHA please enjoy this sub-par edit I made of Harry post-rescue mission! And the song for this chapter is "She," by our bby Harry hehe :)

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She (she)
She lives in daydreams with me (she)
She's the first one that I see
And I don't know why
I don't know who she is (she, she)

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Harry

Will took the weapons out of my hands without me even having to ask. I practically sprinted to the car, flinging open the door to the backseat. Niall was sat in the middle, with Tate tucked loosely in his arms. His face filled with relief when I opened the door.

  "We need to wrap something around her shoulder, she got cut pretty deeply," he instructed, and I wasted no time in stripping the blood-covered shirt from my body. I tore pieces of it off and climbed into the car. 

   The blood from my shirt had seeped through onto my skin, droplets of it sliding down my skin as I scooted closer to Niall and Tate.

    "I don't want to take her jumper off because I think it will hurt to lift her arms too badly right now, so Niall, I want you to very gently pull her jumper to the side so that I can wrap these around her shoulder," I spoke, and he nodded.

     Tate's eyes were flickering open and closed.

 "Harry," she smiled weakly.

   "Hi, baby. I'm here, you're safe. We just gotta wrap this around your arm, okay?" I replied, trying to sound as calming as possible, instead of doing what I wanted to do, which was to go back in the building and bring those bastards back to life, just so that I could kill them again for hurting her so badly.

   She had claw marks across her cheeks, which had caused blood to streak down her face. There were handprints on her face and bruises, and her lip seemed to be busted. The worst wound of all was obviously her shoulder, and I was very delicate as I helped Niall slide her jumper and shirt out of the way, reaching down softly and looping the first strip of fabric around the wound.

   It was deep, and I had no doubt that she would need stitches. I cursed under my breath as droplets of the worthless piece of shit's blood dropped down from my bare chest and onto Tate, further staining her clothes red.

     I reached down and got another strip of what once was my shirt, wrapping it around her shoulder again and tightly securing it, causing Tate to wince.

  My heart ached to see her in pain. "I'm sorry baby, I have to apply pressure to it," I apologized, and she nodded at me weakly.

    I applied two more strips of the fabric before pulling the blood-soaked jumper back over her shoulder.

   I then reached around in the trunk until I found my black jacket and slipped it on over my bare chest, before turning back towards Niall, who was slowly and carefully lifting Tate towards me.

  I immediately reached one arm under her back, and slid the other one under her legs, scooping her up and placing her on my lap. 

   Her head fell weakly against my chest, as we both sat there in a literal blood bath, but I didn't care about the blood. All I cared about was that Tate was here, in my arms, and even though she was hurt, she was alive.

    Tate lifted her chip up towards me, and I stared into her big and beautiful hazel eyes, that looked dimmer than they normally did.

  "Thank you, baby," she mumbled.

   Hearing her call me the sweet pet name was enough to make my heart feel as though it could burst out of my chest in adoration. 

  With each passing moment that I spent with Tate, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of emotions that we had between us. But I wasn't fighting it anymore, I was eagerly and willingly hurling myself down the rabbit hole, becoming completely and entirely enthralled with her whole being.

   Will opened the opposite door and climbed in, shutting the door behind him. Once everyone was situated, Niall started the car and began driving back to the house, in just as much of a hurry as we had been in on the way here.

   The drive went by even faster this time though, because I knew that Tate was safe in my arms, and soon enough, we were pulling up to the safe house, which I couldn't wait to get away from. I didn't want Tate to have to sit in a house that held so many bad memories for any longer than necessary.

   But while it definitely held it's darker times, it also held complete and utter beams of light within its walls. Bright and happy moments of Tate and I, moments where we gave in to the magnetic pull between us and allowed ourselves to get lost in each other's lips.

    We pulled up the driveway and Niall put the car in park. Will came around and opened the door for me so that I could carry Tate with ease up the steps and into the house. She was still awake, but obviously extremely exhausted, and I wanted to get her stitched up and clean from the blood as soon as I could.

   Will hurried to keep up with me, while Niall and Abel were still getting out of the car. He slipped in front of me and opened up the door, and I shuffled through, being careful not to bump Tate on anything.

   "I'm going to take her up to my room to wash her wounds, can you bring me the first aid kit before you go take care of..." I trailed off and peeked down at Tate, not exactly wanting to mention the dead bodies in front of her.

     Will just nodded in reply, turning to walk out of the room, but I stopped him before he could get too far.

   "Wait, Will, can you go grab her bag for me really quick?" I asked, pointing across the hall to Tate's room.

    I made a mental note to go get her things out of the bathroom for her later. I didn't really want her to have to go back into that room, considering the fact that there were bloodstains all over the floor.

    "Yeah, of course," he replied, quickly jogging down the hall and into Tate's room, appearing again after a few moments, with Tate's bag slung over his shoulder. 

     He entered my room and placed the bag on the bed.

   "I'm going to run downstairs and get the first aid kit," he spoke, and I was about to thank him when suddenly Tate's voice spoke up.

     "Hey Will?" She hummed, her voice so quiet that I almost didn't hear it.

    "Yes, Tate?" He asked, giving her his full attention.

     "Thank you," she replied, giving him a weak but sincere smile.

     I watched as Will's whole aura began to soften at her words, and it took him a moment or two before he was able to reply.

  "Of course, Tate. Thank you," he replied, and both Tate and I looked at him with puzzled expressions.

  "For what?" she questioned.

 Will shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. 

   "For just being you, I guess. We may have saved you today, but you're the one who's changing all of us for the better," he answered, and I swear my jaw was damn near touching the floor at his words.

   Tate opened her mouth to reply, but then closed it, and I looked down at her in my arms as a smile crept across her lips, and she just nodded back at Will.

    Will gave her a small grin before turning around and going downstairs to fetch the first aid kit.

  I held Tate tighter in my arms and looked down at her, my mouth quirking up at the corners a little bit.

   "What was that all about?" I teased, raising an eyebrow at her.

     Tate chuckled softly, even amidst the pain I know that she was in, and replied, "I think that was Will's weird way of saying that he's glad I'm alive, and happy that I'm here."

      I smiled at her response. "I think you're right. Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" 

    Tate just snuggled into my chest in reply, and I kissed the top of her forehead as we walked into the bathroom. 

  I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stretched the arm that was under Tate's legs out to flick on the lightswitch. 

    "Okay, what would be easier for you, a bath or a shower?" I asked her.

 She thought about it for a moment before scrunching up her nose. "A shower, I'll sit on the floor if I have to, but I'd rather not soak in a bunch of people's blood," she responded, and I mentally slapped myself.

  "Shit, I didn't even think about that. Shower it is!"

   "Harry, baby, I can walk you know? It's my shoulder that got stabbed, not my legs," she chuckled. 

   My heart fluttered at her calling me baby again, and I think I was even blushing, luckily, the blood on my face would help to disguise that. Not that I particularly cared if she saw anymore. 

   "I know you can walk, I just happen to like holding you," I teased. I pulled out the vanity chair and sat her down onto it, careful not to further hurt her shoulder. 

   Suddenly, Will walked into the room, tossing me the first aid kit, which I caught with one hand.

  "Alright, I'm gonna, um..." he trailed off.

  "Go take care of the bodies of those worthless bastards? Good idea," Tate suddenly chirped, and I snapped my eyes over to her as they widened with amusement.

  "What she said," Will chuckled, waving goodbye to us both before heading out.

   I turned on the sink and got the water to a warm temperature, before going out into my room and locking the bedroom door. I wandered back into the bathroom and opened up one of the cabinets, grabbing a couple of fresh washcloths, and then went back over to where Tate was in the chair by the sink.

   I ran the first washcloth under the warm water and placed it down on the countertop, turning to face Tate.

   "I need to take your jumper and shirt off, is that okay?" I asked delicately.

   She gave me a cheeky grin before she responded.

 "I wish that you were doing it under different circumstances, but by all means, yes," she chuckled.

   It made me feel better to see her in such good humor, and I knelt down in front of her and reached for the bottom of her jumper and t-shirt, slowly pulling it up with one hand, while, using the other to help her raise up her injured arm.

   She pursed her lips together and screwed her eyes shut in pain as I pulled the clothing over her head, tossing them to the side.

     "I'm sorry. I know this is going to hurt, but I need to disinfect the wound and stitch it up," I explained.

   "I trust you," she answered softly.

  I untied the makeshift bandages that I had made out of my t-shirt, revealing her bloody gash, and then opened up the first aid kit and got the bottle of rubbing alcohol, reaching around inside the kit until I found some cotton pads, pouring some of the liquid onto them.

    I lightly placed the cotton pad onto the wound, and Tate hissed in pain, making my heart twist around inside of my chest.

   I cleaned the wound as quickly as I could, before applying some numbing cream to the surrounding area in order to ease the pain of the stitches as much as I could, before grabbing the needle and thread.

   "Are you ready?" I asked, reaching forward and steadying my hands above the gash.

 "As I'll ever be," she sighed.

    I carefully began to stitch up the wound, glancing down to see Tate's small fists tightly clenched in her lap as she did her best to be still.

       I sewed the wound shut and reached for the pair of scissors in the first aid kit, before going back to clip the excess thread.

  "All done," I smiled, "Now, let's get cleaned up."

   I walked over to the shower and turned it on, running my hand under the water until it was warm enough, and then walked back over to Tate.

 "Do you want to keep your bra and underwear on? I can keep mine on too," I offered, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

   "It's okay, I'll take them off. You can take yours off too," she replied sheepishly.

  "Are you sure?" I questioned, lightly using my finger to tilt her chin up so that her eyes were on mine.

  "Yes," she replied confidently.

 I helped stand her up before reaching for the band of her pants, slowly pulling them down and off of her legs. I then discarded my own jeans, before going behind her and unclipping her bra. 

   I did my best not to look at her chest, as this really wasn't the moment for my mind to wander to such things, and honestly, I wasn't even in the mood for that sort of stuff. All I wanted was to hold my baby and wash away her worries.

    I then pulled down her underwear, placing both them and her bra on top of the rest of her clothes on the floor, before finally discarding my own briefs.

   Tate glanced down at my dick and I saw her eyes widen for a moment, causing me to smirk.

 "Alright, try and control yourself," I teased, before placing my hand on the small of her back and walking her over to the shower.

   We both got in and moved so that we were under the warm water. Neither of us could help glancing down at the red pools beginning to form around our feet as the water stripped our skin of the blood. 

   Tate suddenly leaned forward and pressed her forehead against my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me closer.

   A sigh escaped my lips as I mimicked her actions, securing my arms around her and pressing kisses to the top of her head.

 "I was so scared that I had lost you," I admitted quietly, as the water continued to pour down onto us.

   "I was so scared that I'd never see you again. They said some stuff to me in there and..." she trailed off and I heard her voice crack a few times.

    "Shh, you don't have to talk about it right now. We can talk about it later," I hummed, and I felt her nodding against me.

  "I was strong for the most part. I tried to be like you," she continued, tilting her head up to look at me.

   "I know you were, I heard you shot one of them," I smirked, and she had never looked more proud.

   "I did, and I stabbed one of them with the knife," she added.

  I felt relief that the blood on my knife had been from one of those bastards, and not from the sweet girl wrapped in my arms.

   "I'm proud of you baby. I'm so proud. And I am so glad you're safe, I don't know what I would do if something worse had happened to you," I replied, staring into her big beautiful eyes.

   We just stared at each other like that for a few moments, getting lost in each other's gaze.

   And then the words fell off of my lips without my permission.

   "Tate, I am one hundred percent falling deeper for you with each moment that passes," I admitted, holding back some of my thoughts, as I wasn't quite sure what her own thought process was.

   She put my mind at ease when she beamed back up at me, standing on her tiptoes and bringing her lips to mine.

   The kiss was slow, soft, and sweet. And it felt like every nerve in my body was on fire. 

She pulled back after a few moments, returning her gaze to my own.

   "Harry, I am falling for you too. I don't care if it's wrong. I don't care if it makes things harder. All I care about now is that we have each other. I want this. I want us," she spoke, and I felt the happiest I had been in the last six years. 

    It was now my turn to lean down and press a quick but firm kiss against her lips, before pulling back and staring at her, unable to stop the smile from spreading across my face.

  "I want us too, and if this is also something that you want, I would like to ask you to be...um, well, I guess to be my girlfriend," I replied, and I knew that by now the blood on my face had disappeared and that the blush creeping across my cheeks was on full display. 

   Tate beamed up at me with a toothy grin.

  "Yes, Harry, I will be your girlfriend," she replied softly.

 I closed my eyes briefly and let out a sigh of relief, before leaning down and removing my hands from around her waist to instead cup her face, bringing her closer to me so that I could kiss her.

  We kissed for I don't even know how long, but by the time we finally pulled away, the entire bathroom had been coated with a thick layer of steam.

  "I promise that I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. I am so sorry I wasn't here today," I sighed.

   She moved her hands up to place them over my own, rubbing her thumbs against them lightly.

 "Hey, Styles. It was my idea to stay home alone in the first place, okay? I am not going to let you take the blame for this. And besides, you saved me. I am alive, because of you, and because of the other guys. I think especially after what happened today, I was always bound to be brought into this somehow. I'm just thankful that you got your hands on me first," she winked. 

   I looked down at her in complete and utter adoration. "Let's not talk about today anymore, we can worry about that tomorrow. For now, I would just very much like to get my beautiful girlfriend cleaned up and in a fresh set of clothes and to eat some food, and then hold her while we sleep," I replied, and she nodded her head in agreement.

  "Good idea," she laughed, standing up on her tiptoes once more to connect our lips.

  As we stood there kissing under the water, I felt a peace that I hadn't felt in a long time. Today held events that I never wanted to reoccur, but then it also held moments like this one. Moments with Tate, my girlfriend, my baby, pressing her lips against mine. That was a memory that I could have on repeat for the rest of my life. 

    It was never supposed to end up like this, or so I thought. Maybe this moment was always meant to be, I just didn't realize it yet. Whatever the conditions and whatever the reasons, I didn't care. I didn't care about them because I was way too busy caring about something else.

Her.

AN: AW THAT WAS A SWEET CHAPTER! I FELT LIKE WE ALL NEEDED A LITTLE TENDER MOMENT AFTER THE LAST FEW CHAPTERS! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND I JUST WANT TO THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT! PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT! xx