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Chapter 33

Chapter 33

"Thank you." I took my bag of clothes off of the checkout and continued my walk out if the store. My mind has been frazzled these past couple of days so I thought I'd treat myself to a little shopping spree.

I cannot get Harry out of my mind. Yes I love him but the past couple of days I've been hating him. I don't wish anything bad on him, I would never, but I wish he would be able to experience the heartbreak I felt when he left s few days ago. I don't know what it is with him and just leaving but he keeps doing it. It feels like he gets scared and runs away. I wish he would just talk it out with me.

Shopping is definitely one of my unhealthy habits, I don't go all of the time but when I do I shop hard. I've already been to three stores and my arms feel like they are going to drop if with the amount of bags I have on them. I only have one more store that I actually want to go too but that's only to get Sophie and her family a Christmas present. Christmas is coming up and I usually spend it alone but Sophie's family always invite me over hence why I get them a present as well as Sophie. I don't mind being alone on Christmas, I usually just sleep most of the day then order food and watch movies all day.

The store that I want to go too is on the other side of the mall so I wondered over there taking in all of the decorations that are everywhere. There were also people everywhere doing last minute shopping for such a big holiday so I had to swerve in and out between loads of people. I tried my best to not bump into anyone, I'm not really in the mood for any interactions besides saying thank you to the cashiers.

I had to go down as escalator to get to the shop I needed and thankfully I made it without any miss-haps. The floor below looked a little less busy than the first floor so hopefully I'll just get in and out of this store then I can go home. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket just to see if anyone had texted me, and by anyone I mean Harry. I've noticed that these past few days I've been staring at my phone just hoping for a text which could literally say anything.

I just want to know he's okay.

I got down to the bottom floor and carried on my walk to the store I needed. As I was walking I felt a hand wrap around the top of my arm from behind me. I quickly turned around to see a man in a white shirt, blue jeans and a black beanie holding onto my arm. He also had a neck scarf covering his neck all the way up to just under his eyes, covering his nose and mouth.

I yanked my arm out of the man's hold. "Can I help you sir?"

"Your Harry is in some deep shit my dear, my advice is stay away from him, being his girlfriend ain't doing you any favours." The man's voice was muffled but I could make out everything he was saying. His voice was low and croaky like he hadn't had a drink in three days. My heart dropped a bit knowing that information, but I wasn't worried about him telling me to stay away. All I could think of was what sort of "deep shit." Harry is in.

"I don't know who you are, but me and Harry aren't together. I haven't seen him for ages." I feel strange telling this stranger information about myself but judging by how he knows Harry, I'm guessing he works with him. And if the information I say keeps myself and Harry safe then I'll happily tell him how I haven't seen Harry. It's hardly a lie, it's been two days since he left.

"There's some bad people after harry and want to hurt him you know?" He asked me like a question.

No. I don't know.

I took a step back. "I don't care, it's his life he can do what he wants." I tried my best to act like I didn't care about the situation. I thought it might make it obvious that me and Harry don't see each other anymore. However, I was shitting myself. What bad people want to hurt Harry? What has he done?

I looked at the man a final time before walking past him, back the way I came. I needed out of this place and I need to get as far away from this man as quick as I can. Something about him was definitely off, he didn't seem right.

I pushed my way through people on the escalator, I didn't want to just stand still and wait to get to the top. I got some very dirty looks after barging and nudging people out of my way but frankly I didn't care. All I could think about was Harry and if these "bad people" had got to him.

Once I had gotten to the top and back on flat floor, I put all my attention on my phone. While continuing my strut through all of the people towards the car park, I quickly went through my contacts to find Harry's name. Without even thinking, I pressed his name and held my phone up to my ear.

The ringing sound only added speed to my walk, it was making me nervous that he wasn't picking up. Part of me had a feeling that he wouldn't considering he hasn't replied or even seen any of the texts I've sent him, but I still tried. Each ring ended and went to his automated answer phone. I tried four times and on the last time I left him a voicemail I hope he would listen too.

By then I had gotten outside so the area around wasn't as loud. I waited for the beep to talk: "Harry I have no idea where you are or what your doing, but I'm really worried about you, could you please ring-"

My sentence was cut off by the same man grabbing me once again and shouting at me. "I fucking knew it, get your ass here now! You can't lie to me you bitch!"

I was able to pull my arm out of his grip once again. I ran towards my car as fast as possible. Tears were streaming down my face in pure fear, whoever this man was obviously was angry at Harry- or even me.

I managed to get to my car but the multiple bags on my arms made it almost impossible to get to my purse to pull out my keys. I tried my best to quickly slide the bags off my arms but before I could I felt a pinch in my left arm. I looked down to see the man with a black beanie injecting me with a needle full of something I didn't know.

Before I could say anything I felt my eyes go heavy before the world went silent.