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  12.

~ A m e l i a ~

I was sitting on the sofa watching TV while Harry was inside his bedroom talking to someone on the phone. I didn't talk to him about the day before and he didn't talk to me either. From the time I woke up until now, there was an awkward silence between us. No teasing, no stupid smirks... nothing. To me, he looked deep in thoughts. All morning, he had such a serious expression on his face that for one second I couldn't hold it anymore and laughed. But he didn't say anything. Things looked really bad to me. Is he still mad about yesterday? Why?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't pay attention to the TV until I heard my name being mentioned by the lady on the news channel. I turned my head, and my eyes widened when I saw my picture on the screen. They were talking about me. I quickly stood up and turned up the volume to listen better to what they were saying.

"There is still no information about the young girl who got kidnapped two weeks ago. The police are still searching for her, but it looks like they have to deal with a professional criminal since the person made sure not to leave any signs behind. Amelia's family is very worried about her health and many believe that she may even be dead. Some people from near the neighbourhood where the girl got kidnapped say that that night they heard screaming and saw a tall dark figure holding the unconscious girl. Some of the most known dangerous criminals that the police think may be responsible for this are the following..." 

I was standing there, looking carefully at what the lady was saying and then pictures of many criminals were shown. The last one was Harry's picture.

When the lady was about to talk again, the TV turned off.

"Hey!" I protested and turned around to see Harry with the remote in his hand.

"No more television for you. Get back to your room." he said with a stern face and I stood up, feeling really angry. I approached him and stood right in front of him.

"They are coming for me and they know about you." I said with a smirk.

"They know nothing!" Harry said.

"They showed a picture of you and they are looking for me. Soon enough, they will find me and you will go where you belong. In jail." I yelled.

"Shut up! They will never find you, not until I want them to. So shut that pretty mouth of yours and go to your bedroom." he yelled too and pointed at the door. I gave him a death glare and he smirked.

"You're a dick" I whispered and turn around to leave, thinking that he didn't listen to me.

"Language, love." he said and I shook my head, feeling frustrated. 

They would find me. I knew it. Then I would really like to see his stupid smirk fading away as the police would take him with them.

He locked the door when I got inside. Then, I heard the front door opening and closing again, which meant that he had left. So I was here alone with nothing to do. 

Without wanting to, I thought about Louis. He looked nothing like Harry, to me at least. When he was about to kiss me...Harry was jealous. Oh, I just wished he had kissed me. I let out a frustrated groan and placed the pillow on my face, jumping on the bed.

~ H a r r y ~

I parked the car outside the old warehouse where the others were and put my gun in my pocket. I got out of the car, taking Leonard's bag with me and knocked on the door.

"Harry Styles." I said and they opened the door, letting me to get inside.

"Hey mate." I greeted Michael, the one who opened the door.