Abducted By Styles [IN RE-EDITING]

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A/N: Honestly, I feel like I'm speeding up the story too fast. Let's take it nice and slowwww live it for today, who gives a shit about tomorrow lol. Plus it seems like practically everyone who commented on the last A/N wanted smut;) Please don't judge because hey, this my first time writing and posting smut. I'm not all the great if you're looking for kink. Happy reading, my Abductees. (Get it? Coz you're attention has been captured by my story mwahahah k I'm pathetic bye)

OH and this chapter is dedicated to musiccookies3521 coz she likes to eat cake while reading smut lmao.

SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER: DAYLIGHT by MAROON 5

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**MATURE CONTENT** (PG-13)

H A R R Y

For the remainder of the day, Caroline and I went out and bought ice cream. I got plain chocolate while Caroline got cherry cheesecake. In the store, there were wanted signs for Caroline and a reward of 500£ for anyone who finds her. Luckily, no one in there noticed her since she kind of hid her face with her sunglasses. Laughing, our old memories were talked about, all the good times we had together suddenly coming back to the both of us. Caroline would laugh every once in a while, and I would admire how beautiful it was. We enjoyed our time, sitting on a bench in the park, although something at the back of my head told me to be upset because this is the last time we'll ever do this.

Afterwards, we went to my mother's grave and Caroline apologized to her, saying goodbye. I couldn't stop myself from crying, maybe because I felt my mum standing there and how she was trying to pull us together again. She begged for Caroline to not leave me all alone and go off, but Caroline couldn't see it. Couldn't feel it.

I don't like our parting at all, but I feel like one day she'll come back realizing how much she needs me and how much I need her. I just hope that time comes fast. I don't want to stand in the way of her happiness and cause her pain so here I am, giving her up.

By the time we get back to my room, Caroline has her bags all packed and right by the front door from before. It is nighttime; the pale moon is glowing high in the sky and a few stars are present. A few flicker and travel, so I guess they are planes or helicopters.

"Um, Harry, can I borrow your clothes tonight?" Caroline always wears one of my shirts and boxers to bed. I nod when she asks, throwing her my checkered one and a grey t-shirt. She takes them and changes into them in the bathroom.

In the meantime, I pull out the song I wrote for her, Little Things. I hum softly, swaying to the melody, a tiny smile threatening to appear on my face. I look at my guitar than rests in a corner of the room and gently graze it with my fingers. I lay it down on the nightstand after writing 'Dear Caroline, remember me with this." on it.

Caroline comes out from the bathroom after changing into my clothes. She looks beautiful as always, though her eyes are starting to stir with the familiar violet again. It's starting to creep me out to be honest. Her hair isn't in a ponytail, although she usually ties her hair up every night.

She sits down on the edge of the bed, something really crazy in her eyes. It seems to look like the beginning of a beautiful storm. "Harry, I know this is a lot to ask for, but is it okay if I ask you for one more memory?"

My lips curl into a smile as I look down at her. "Sure, what is it that you want?"
She gets up from the bed so that now her body is inches away from mine. I can hear her breathe heavily as her eyes turn a darker plum-ish colour, really scaring the hell out of me. But of course, I don't show this so I stand straight and look down at her.