I Can't Love My Kidnapper

Chapter Eighteen

Madison's P.O.V

The next few days went by all too quick. It was the night before the boys would leave and my anxiety was going through the roof. I sat with Harry on his bed, his head in my lap as I played with his curls. He and the boys had finished going over the plan and making sure they had the right weapons. He looked stressed. I could see the lines in his forehead and around his eyes. I don't like seeing him like this. If he's stressed, then so am I. I leant down and kissed his forehead.

He opened his eyes and smiled. "What was that for?"

"Does there have to be a reason?" I asked pecking his lips.

He shrugged. "I guess not,"

"Harry," I said. "Are you okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"You look stressed," I said. "It's worrying me,"

He sat up and turned so he was facing me. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous,"

I took his hand in mine. "But you'll be okay right?"

He sighed. "This will be really dangerous. There's a possibility I won't come back," he said. "There's always that possibility,"

I shook my head and looked down. "I can't lose anyone else," I whispered.

"Shh," he said and pulled me into a hug. "You won't,"

I nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his cologne. I'm not ready to lose him. Not yet. He rubbed my back and played with my hair, making me relax a little. He then pulled away and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through is soft curls. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing us even closer. I gently started to tug on the hem of his shirt. He quickly pulled away and took it off. He reconnected our lips, not wasting anytime. I ran my fingers over his toned chest, feeling the curves and ridges of his muscles.

Harry pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. "I don't want to start something I can't finish," he said breathlessly. "I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to,"

I cupped his cheek with my hand and looked into his deep emerald eyes. "I love you," I said. "I want to do this,"

He smiled. "Am I..." he trailed off.

"Yes," I nodded. "You'll be my first. There's no one else I'd rather it be,"

"You're mine too. I love you," he said and brushed my hair behind my ear.

"I love you too," I said as as he gently pushed me back against the bed.

~*~

I woke up and rubbed my eyes. It was still dark out. It's probably a little after midnight. I felt a warm body pressed against my back. I looked over my shoulder and saw Harry fast asleep, his arm wrapped around my waist. I smiled, remember what took place not too long ago.

I gently moved Harry's arm from around my waist, trying not to wake him. I stood up, feeling a little sore, and grabbed one of Harry's shirts laying on the floor.

I heard a groan from the bed. "Madison, love, where are you going?"

"Just to get a glass of water," I said giving him a kiss on the noes. "I'll be right back,"

"Hurry," he said. "The bed's getting cold,"

I giggled and walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. I filled it up and took a sip. The house was dark and quiet. I sat on the counter and smiled to myself. Hopefully we didn't bother anyone with our antics. We were a little loud, but I loved every bit of it. And I loved Harry.

I was shaken from my thoughts when I heard glass shatter. I got up and cautiously made my way to the living room.

"Maddie if you're messing with me I swear I'll-"

I was cut of by a rag being shoved into my mouth. It had some strong smelling chemical on it that made me gag every time I breathed in. I wanted to kick and scream and run but the urge to give into sleep was too strong.

"That's it," a voice said. "Go to sleep,"

Everything went black.

A/N:

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