Taken(H.S.)

Chapter 10

~HAZEL POV~

"Babe, where the hell is my phone charger!" I yelled from the heap of clothes on the floor. Apparently, it decided to disappear the day we were leaving for Miami.

I stood up and ran downstairs. "Harry, I'm not leaving without-"

"It's right here," he said, dangling it from his hand. "Calm down."

"It's just...we have to leave in 3 hours and I'm nowhere near done. I'm excited, worried, nervous, anxious, and scared all at the same time. Wait, why aren't you packing?" I rambled. "Cause, it doesn't take me that long," he simply answered.

"Lucky, do you think you can help me then?" I said, pulling him up the stairs. "Ugh, I hate packing," he groaned. "Well, too bad," I said, sitting in front of my clothes pile. "Okay, everything that I hand you put it in the suitcase," I demanded. I threw him a few shirts and then a couple pairs of shorts and my bathing suit. I turned around to see how he was doing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What in the world are you doing?" I asked, taking everything back out the case. "I'm putting the clothes in the suitcase. Like you said," he stated. "Well, at least fold them," I chuckled, handing him the clothes. "Ugh, that's too much work," he complained, falling back on the bed and letting the clothes fly everywhere.

"You're no help," I said, punching him in the chest.

After about 15 minutes I had all my clothes and shoes in my case, plus my jewelry. "Hey, Harry," I called out to the bathroom where he was at. "Can you please pack Preston's bag for me?" He poked his head out the door. "Why?" he whined.

"Why are you so lazy today?" I laughed. "I'm not," he fussed. "I'm just...simply tired."

"Just do it, please?" I said, giving him puppy eyes. He groaned. "I hate when you do that."

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"Harry, can you help me?" I said while trying to shove Angel's mini suitcase in the trunk. "It's not gonna fit, babe. We have like 40 things already in here. Put it in the back seat," he said, walking around to get in the drivers seat.

I took the suitcase around the car, stuffing it in the backseat. "Hey, babe, I'll be back," I said, through the open car window. "M'kay."

I jogged around the car and back into the house to grab Angel. I grabbed the key off the counter and turned to leave, but something caught my eye. I looked out the back window and could of sworn someone was there. That's when the white piece of paper caught my eye.

I hesitated on reading it before grabbing it and straining to read the messy handwriting.

Have fun on your trip to Miami!

                 -V.S.

Tears threatened to spill, but anger took over and exploded from me as crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it against the wall. "LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, making the held-back tears finally escape.

"Babe, what's going on in here?" Harry asked, bursting through the front door. "We need to get to the airport."

"No, we don't need to do anything," I said harshly, turning around, "You need to keep your so called ex away from my house," I spat, pushing past him and out the door. I hopped in the passenger seat and slammed the door. I sat Angel in my lap and leaned my head against the window, closing my eyes in the process.