Taken(H.S.)

Chapter 17

~HAZEL POV~

I took the stairs two at a time, eager to see who would be visiting us at this time of day. I mean, it was like 10 in the morning. We hardly ever got visitors, besides Harry's mum and our friends, who we consider family anyways.

Angel stood barking at the door, scratching her claws against it. I opened the door, being greeted with a pair of greyish-blue eyes. Her hair was fiery-red. Her fists were clenched by her sides. She was puffing out short breaths of air. It was Vicky.

My first instinct was to slam the door in her face, but before I could, she leaped forward, tackling me to the floor and causing a scream to emit from my throat. "You, BITCH!" she screamed, wrapping her long cold fingers around my neck, squeezing tightly. I reached frantically around me, trying to grab anything to knock her upside the head with, but nothing was in my reach. I helplessly clawed at her fingers around my neck, trying to release some of the pressure.

"Get the fuck OFF...ME!" I screamed, my voice raspy from the lack of air flow. "Babe, are you alright?" Harry yelled from somewhere upstairs. "Yeah, I'm fine, honey! Just trying to move the couch!" Vicky said, mocking my voice perfectly. I reached my hands up, wrapping my hands around her neck. We flipped over, me now on top.

"How DARE you come to my house, burn down my store, and threaten me? How DARE you, bitch!" I yelled, pressing my fingers down into her neck. She gagged, releasing her grip on mine. She then socked me square in the face, making me stumble back and hit the wall.

She stood up and pulled me up with her, using my hair to grip onto. "You wreck my car, then you put my husband into a coma, AND kill my baby! You should be dead, it shouldn't of been her!" she said, referring to her baby. I grimaced, closing my eyes as she slapped me in the face. "I didn't kill your fucking baby, you psychotic whore!" I yelled, pushing her back and making her hit the table.

She fell to the floor, whimpering at the contact. "Y-you did. You're fucking husband slammed into the side of my car. Does it ring a bell?" she said, smirking up at me. My face went blank. The car accident. The people in the other car were Vicky and her family. We killed Vicky's baby.

My thoughts vanished when Vicky's hand wrapped around my ankle, yanking me to the floor. I fell, harshly banging my head on the hardwood floor. Everything went blurry for a second before I heard her angry voice.

"Harry was supposed to be mine. You took him from me, and I will get him back, trust and believe bitch," she said, kicking me in the back and walking towards the door, leaving me aching on the floor. I groaned, trying to sit up straight.

"Babe, why are you on the floor?" Harry said, his tall figure coming into view as he wobbled over to me. "I thought you were moving the couch."

I looked up at him, tears springing from my face. I stood up, seeing that he really wasn't able to kneel down, and threw myself onto him. "Babe," he chuckled softly and stumbling back, "What happened?"

I looked up at him once again. Well, here goes nothing.

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"Oh my god, Harry! He's doing it! He's doing it!" I yelled from the couch. My eyes were glued to Preston while he attempted to walk to me.

"Come on, baby boy! Walk to mama! Walk to mama!" I said, encouraging him. Behind me, I heard the constant clicks of a camera. "Ma-ma!" he cheered, once he reached my extended arms.

"You did it, baby! Yay!" I said, pulling him into my arms and blowing raspberries into his chubby belly. "I totally taught him that," Harry said, sitting next to me and taking him from my lap. He started to tickles his sides, stomach, and under his arms. His small giggles filled the room as Angel barked at all the commotion.

"Babe, I'm hungryyyy," I whined, laying my head on his shoulder "Chinese?" he asked, fishing out his phone and placing Preston on the floor to crawl around. Before I could agree, my stomach growled in response for me. "I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled, leaving the room on his crutches to order.

I sighed, throwing my head back onto the couch. As much as I hated it, the events from earlier kept flooding back, making me believe that Vicky was more powerful than what she looked. I had told Harry about it all, and he was furious. He intended on calling the cops, but I convinced him otherwise. I'd rather listen to the bitch, other than having her try to ruin my life more than she already has.

"Babe, it'll be here in about 20- Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting on the couch and putting his hands on my knees. I sighed. "You know...Vicky...like always," I muttered, avoiding his gaze. His jaw tensed. "I can't believe you let her put her hands on you!" he said, getting worked up. "If you would have called me-"

"Harry, let's please not talk about it. I just want this day to be over," I said, picking at the cast on my left hand. My hand wasn't broken, it was just sprained. But it hurt like hell all of a sudden.

"Look, I know you're stressed, angry, terrified, and worried all the same time, but just remember that's why I'm here, for you to always have someone to talk to, let all your thoughts out to, and to hold you. Just remember that we are strong, we can get through this, together," he said, letting his green orbs pour into mine. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck for what felt like the millionth time, but, like always, ending up satisfied.

"I love you so much, Harry. I just...ugh. I really, really do," I sobbed, finally letting it all out. He rubbed my back in a comforting manner, allowing me to mold into his arms. And that's when I started blabbering, letting everything that's been on my mind for the past two months out. And I have to admit it felt good, really good. To just know that I can always turn my head, and he'll be there, waiting. That he'll accept me, anytime, all the time. That he loves me, and truly cares about me.

Because that's my Harry.

For infinity and beyond.

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ANDDDDDDD DONE! THAT'S A WRAP GUYS! THE END!

I'm kidding! I'm kidding! You should of seen the look on your face!

But seriously, that wasn't the end. It's just getting started. Literally, from this chapter on, brace yourself. For big breakups, little mistakes, bad jokes, and cans of Coke! OMG. What am I even saying?

Buttttttt... I hope you liked it. It was a short chapter, and I wasn't really feeling it. MAJOR WRITER'S BLOCK. Even though I'm not getting MILLIONS of reads, I'm still grateful for the ones I am getting, so thank you!

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