Possessive // h.s

Chapter thirteen

Sweat trickled my forehead as I slowly moved off of Harry. Both our faces were blood red in embarrassment. But most of all there were fucking police at my door and they wanted to talk to me. What if they recognize Harry and take him away from me. No they can't!

I opened the front door and stared at the brunet man in uniform, with his blonde partner by his side. Harry stood behind me unsure if it's safe to show his face.

"H...hello officers, how may I-I help you?" My stuttering was showing my nervousness. I can't look suspicious.
"Sorry to bother you miss but we just wanted to ask a you a few questions. Is that all right with you?" I nodded my head slowly as I watched the blonde pull out a pen and notepad.
"How did you manage to escape your kidnapper?" I cringed at his simple explanation of Harry. I used to think that to, I used to call him my kidnapper but now I love him. From time to time I would doubt myself as to why I've fallen so easily for Harry. Even after what had happened, I still managed to break through the shell and find a piece of him worth forgiving for.

"M'am are you all right?" I snapped out and looked at the brunet.
"Oh...uh...um. I escaped while he was away". I hates lying but if I had to lie to protect Harry, then so be it. But wait what if it didn't matter, what if he doesn't deserve to be forgiven or trusted? Why couldn't have he just talked to and befriend me if he wanted to meet me so badly, like a normal person. Then again what if Harry isn't all that normal. Maybe he was corrupt.

All my thoughts clouded me head as Harry held his hand firmly on my shoulder. I couldn't concentrate, I could only focus on Harry and all my doubts about him. Why am I thinking this now, out of all times?! Snap out of it!

"M'am I'm going to need you to step aside. We are going to check the premises". They nudged me aside and waltzed right in and wondered around the house. Harry hide behind me scared for the moment where he'd be caught. Wait he shouldn't be caught, they don't even know what he looks like.

"There he is!"

Spoke to soon. Harry's grasp tightened as I stepped in front of him creating a wall between us and the police.
"Miss step away from the criminal".
"Criminal!" I scoffed.
"He's no criminal may I add". I was scared and furious.
"Step aside!". The brunet shoved me away causing me to hit the wall, hard. Harry's eyes shot wide open as he began frantically punching and kicking blindly. The blondes reflexes were much quicker than his unfortunately.
"Mr.Harry Styles, you are under arrest for the kidnappings of 10 young teens including miss Ella". He clasped handcuffs on and dragged Harry towards their car. I chased after him only to have my arms yanked back by my parents. I was screaming and kicking with hot tears rushing down my face as I watched the car disappear from my sight.

What did he mean by 10 kidnappings, was I not the only one? Had he done this same act with others? I suddenly felt sick to my stomach as I fell to the floor and cried till my eyes were red.

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I slammed my bedroom door ignoring my parents shouts and calls. I looked out my window and cried, I hadn't stop crying since Harry was gone. What am I supposed to do now, should I be mad at the sudden news I was rewarded with or should I be rushing to the police station and rescuing Harry?

I didn't know what was right and my parents cursing and screams were not helping. Once they figured out I had lied to them they starting throwing profanities at me and even when I tried to defend him my mom gave me a good slap on my left cheek. It was deffenetly noticeable but I could care less at the moment.

I noticed from my widow there was the roof and a good 5 foot drop to the ground. My mind pushed my body out the widow and to the floor before I could even react. Next thing I knew J was running to the station. What was I thinking the station was miles away from my house, but I kept running. As soon as I got there I collapsed on the bench gasping for air, as my lungs heaved and my chest tightened. The pain subsided as I entered the double doors. The receptionist stared at me as I walked straight up to the brunet's desk.
"Where is he?" My fists were clenched, and like my cheek, my face was flushed.
"I'm sorry but I cannot allow you to speak to him".
"Why not!" I screamed, I was fed up on being told what I can't and what I can do.
"I will see him, and I will damn well see him now".
"M'am calm down, I'm sorry but you may not see him". I wanted to bash his face in.
"Where is he?" I rolled my eyes.
"He's not here, he's in a sanitarium". I lost my breath and felt as if I'd faint.
"Excuse me?"

A/N: sorry the italics isn't working on my phone rn but omg thank you all so much for 1k reads on this story. I'm glad you are enjoying it and here's a late night update haha.