Darling [h.s]

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Song For This Chapter:

Disturbia-Rihanna

"Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah"

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Darlene's POV:

"We'll leave in like..." Harry begins before peering down at his watch, "an hour"

"Okay but you have to tell me where we're going" I state, grabbing an ice tea from Harry's fridge.

"Darlene" he groans dramatically throwing his head back far enough to look at me in the kitchen.

"No cause my intuition is telling me you're up to something" I explain sternly, unscrewing the cap to the bottle, it making an audible popping sound.

When I see him get up to come talk to me I already have an even worse feeling than before. If it wasn't something I would be iffy about he would've just said it from where he was sitting on the couch.

I stay still, already giving him a 'are you kidding me' look. He doesn't acknowledge it though, he just puts his hands on my shoulders as if preparing me for the reveal.

I take a deep breath, already dreading whatever the hell is about to come out of his mouth.

"Fright Fest at Six Flags" He states, holding direct eye contact with me, most likely trying to over analyze my reaction.

No fucking way.

I've been before and I was literally terrified. I know it's just people in costumes but for some reason my brain still makes my fight or flight kick in. Plus the whole damn amusement park is like a haunted house. No matter where you go you can't catch a break.

It's so embarrassing that I'm already beginning to panic, giant roller coasters and creepy men who will try and chase me with a chainsaw. No thanks.

I just slowly nod my head, a plan already formulating in my mind.

"Can you hold this?" I speak out calmly, extending my arm out that holds the drink I retrieved moments ago.

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion but takes the bottle from my hand anyways. The second it's securely in his grasp I break away from him and begin sprinting to the door.

Just as I'm about to reach it two arms wrap around my torso and lift me up.

"Harry let me go!" I command, kicking my feet to try and escape.

He just ignores me backing me up from the small hallway that leads to the exit. I push on his arms trying to get him to drop me but once we're back in his living room he quickly twists me to put me over his shoulder.

I groan in defeat, "Harry I'm not going" I state in a stern tone, letting him know there's no room for arguing.

I use my arms to try and push at his shoulders, hoping I can lean myself back enough that his arms are forced to unloop around me.

The further we get into his apartment the more panic that begins to set in. So much so that I try and force myself further over his shoulder, not caring that I'll land head first.

He loses his grip on my legs momentarily but he catches me once again when I was just about to be close enough for my hands to touch the floor.

"Jesus babe" Harry says in distress, clearly not expecting me to attempt doing a leap of faith.