Chapter 41

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Song for this chapter- "The Fighter" by The Fray

"He didn't mean it." I assured her. "Oh darlin' he meant it, I'm a horrible person. I deserved it." She wiped at the dried tear trails on her cheeks. "It might still be there, but it's a slim chance. The house has been abandoned ever since I left. I wouldn't take the chance though, its not a safe neighbourhood." "What's the address?" I asked as I opened my phone's notepad.

Sarah's P.O.V
The sun had just set and I felt regret for the lie I was feeding Harry's ears. "You're just going to the store?" He asked for the second time now. "Yes, babe." I kissed his lips before staring in his eyes, trying to see if he's falling for it. "Pick me up some snacks for later." He kissed my forehead before making his way to our temporary closet. "Babe, I'll probably be gone by the time you get back, so you can meet me there if you still want to go." His voice slightly muffled from the closet walls but still audible. "I'll try to hurry. I'll be there." I assured him. He walked out and handed me the rental car's keys. "Don't you need the car?" I wondered. "It's not even a mile, I'm going to walk." I knew he was lying, but I couldn't turn down the offer when I needed it. "Do you want me to drop you off before I go?" I offered. "Shut up and go already." He chuckled. I pecked his lips before grabbing my hoodie and leaving the house. I set the hoodie in the passenger seat and heard the engine come to life as I turned the key. I copy and pasted the address from my phone's notepad to the GPS, before looking out the rear window and backing out of the driveway. "God damn it, you and your shit, Harry." I cursed to myself as a pack of his gum fell from the cup holder. I quickly picked it up, taking a piece in the process. The GPS says that its about a 25 minute drive, so I hope I make it back in time for the fight. There was surprisingly only a couple of cars on the highway, so me being late wasn't a possibility. "Your destination will be on the right in 0.5 miles." It informed me. I shut off the car and put on my hoodie, dropping the keys in my pocket before exiting the car. I walked to the side door that Anne said should be unlocked due to it never being repaired, although she begged me not to come here, I ignored her pleas. The door sure enough creaked open and I didn't know where to start my search. I left it open, with a stupid fear of getting locked in. I tried the light switch just for the hell of it but it was no use, I turned on the flashlight on my phone and continued my search. I ignored searching the places such as the kitchen and living room, I need to find Harry's room. I made my way up the wooden staircase and peeked my head in each room when I reached the second floor. My light glared across the floor, reflecting off pieces of shattered glass. I looked around to find where it came from, to see a picture still hanging on the wall, but no glass covering it. I used my hand to wipe away the dust to reveal a normal looking family. A happy mom, a proud looking dad, a smiling young Harry, and a infant baby dressed in pink. "They weren't always a dysfunctional family." I mumbled as I inspected the gleaming toddler. My eyes moved to what I suspected would be Harry's father. He looked normal, but there was something that lingered in his face, all I could think was that anyone could pose for a picture. The dark hallway started to irk me as I continued my journey. The soft pink room with butterfly stickers on the wall I assumed belonged to Gemma, causing my face to fall, the feeling it gave me was painful and heartbreaking. The last room in the hallway, I automatically knew it belonged to Harry. His style and taste never seemed changed. I frowned as I realized this was where he'd hide from the chaos, the yelling, the abuse, this was his safe haven. The bed was perfectly made, besides the layer of dust on the comforter. Almost everything in the house was covered in dust, untouched for years. I shined my light around the room, taking in his rough childhood. "If I was a child, where would I..." I stopped my own mumble and looked in the empty closet and felt around on the shelves above. Nothing. I looked through drawers, boxes...nothing. "Come on, Harry. Where is it?" I sighed, resting my head in my hand. An idea struck me, I got on my knees and moved the bed skirt to the side. "Yes." I quietly congratulated myself as I pulled out a box from underneath the bed. It was the most obvious spot. I dug through the box, it contained random knickknacks such as toys, notes, journals, pictures, and there I seen it...Mr.Teddy. The smile on my face was uncontrollable, and my eyes glazed with tears of happiness picturing his face when he sees this. I heard a noise like a door shut and I panicked even though it was probably nothing or my imagination, I grabbed the box and ran down the stairs, trying not to trip over my own feet in the process. I found the door I came in, opened and rushed out. I put the box in the backseat before sitting in the driver's seat sighing in relief. "I did it." I let out another breathe. I started the car but when I went to pull the stick into drive, I realized something. "I left that door open..." I shockingly remembered. Maybe the wind blew it shut? I'm probably just going crazy, I assured myself as I drove off so I'd make it to Harry on time.

I arrived at the rundown building and parked the car down the block. "Well hello there, princess." Dean greeted me at the door with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. "Gotta ticket?" He added. "Oh, yeah, here." I reached in my pocket, pretending to pull out the ticket, which ended up only being my middle finger. "No ticket, no show." He sternly said. Before I could pull out my phone to call Harry, the familiar voice interrupted me. "She's with me." And with that, Dean couldn't fight back as I brushed past him. "Zayn, what are you doing here?" I asked what now seemed like a complete stranger. "Look, I know a lot happened between us and it pushed us apart but I don't want that anymore, okay? I miss you, you were my best fucking friend for those short couple of weeks and they were honestly the best weeks of my life. Truce?" He seemed distraught. "Truce." I hugged him. "Harry's already in the ring, but we need to catch up sometime...all three of us." I was shocked with his upbringing of Harry. They haven't been so fond of each other since I entered the picture. We said our meaningless goodbyes before I searched for the ring. When my eyes found it, I seen Harry leaning against the ropes, weak. I rushed over to watch as his opponent threw a punch to his gut causing him to stumble over in pain. I seen the blood drop down his face, his vision obstructed with blood and curls...he was losing. I called over the referee to where I stood. "Give him a break, an intermission or something." I pleaded. "That's against the rules ma'am." "It's an unfair match, he can't see." I pointed out, Harry still not realizing my arrival. "Ma'am I can't do that." "Do you think it's a fair fight? Look at him, at least let me wipe off his face." He didn't respond, he just stood up and walked to the middle of the ring. "Two minutes!" The boos and curses proved the evident anger as Harry made his way to his corner were I stood. "You made it." He attempted to smile, his mouth guard in the way. He sat down, dangling his feet off the edge of the ring as he faced me, almost eye level now. He drank from his water bottle as I gently dabbed away the blood from his face. I took the ponytail off my wrist, "Down," I ordered him to duck his head. I gathered his thick, sweaty curls in my hands and pulled it all back into a bun. I wiped his face one more time before I gave him a quick kiss. "Get 'em, tiger." I clapped as he stood up.

He pulled through and of course won. He guided me to his dressing room so he could get changed back into his normal clothes before we left. "You did great, babe." I congratulated him as he pulled up his boxers. "I thought I was gonna lose there for a split second." He admitted. "How'd you get the ref to give me a break?" He smirked at me. "I have my ways." I playfully smirked back, making my way towards him. "Oh yeah? What did you use? Cleavage maybe?" He joked. "The cleavage is only for you." I joked back, pushing my cleavage to his warm, moist body. "Oh, I forgot...I won. I hope you picked up that cheerleader outfit from the store." He reminded me, biting his lip. "No, but I got you something better." I teased.

A/N: Do you think Harry's gonna like what Sarah did for him? Do think something is suspicious? And Zayn, why are you here? Comment your thoughts!!!

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