Jamie's POV
What the hell is going on?! I just saw Harry get taken into a cop car to god knows where! I don't ask questions when I see the scene,instead I rush over and ask Louis "where's Harry going?!" I ask trying not to have yet another anxiety attack. "To police station" he shrugged "what? Why!" "Because he stole from the store" he answered with a small smile. He stole from the store? What the hell was he thinking?! I don't have any time for chit chat. I take off on my two feet for the hotel. Hoping the panting from all the running will stop my anxiety attack. I was sad/confused/mad a lot of things. I just watched my boyfriend drive off in a police car. How was I suppose to feel?! I just took off for my room and locked the door behind me. Laying on my bed to think
Avery's POV
"Harry stole from the store?" I ask. A bit unsure because I wouldn't see him doing that,especially when Jamie would be effected. "No he didn't steal! It was Louis!" Niall exclaimed as he brought me along. We were on our way to the station to bail Harry out before he's in deeper trouble. Well at least deep before he gets back to Jamie. I was worried for Jamie but I saw she was controlling her breatheing and just needed to let some steem out. We walk in through the doors to have the cold air hit us. "You wait here I'm gonna go get him" he says before pecking my lips and going to the counter. I took a seat in the waiting room. Did Louis really frame Harry? Maybe it was why he was so laid back about giving us the news. Either way I wanted to make sure someone's ass gets kicked. I took out my phone to text Jamie to see if she's ok.
Avery:
Hey are you ok? Did you make it back alright?
A few minutes later
Jamie:
I'm fine but I'm having a hard time not having a anxiety attack. Where are you?
Avery:
Police station,getting Harry
Jamie:
Don't let him near me. I'm already having a hard time as it is to control my breathing. If I see him I'm gonna start all over again
Avery:
I'll try :/
I don't blame Jamie for not wanting to see Harry at the moment. He's just been ridden to the police station for stealing. Not exactly what a girlfriend wants to see. I look up to see Niall with Harry at his side as he sees me he looks around franctically. Probably wondering about Jamie. I hitch my purse over my shoulder and stand up. Harry runs to me holding my shoulders "where's Jamie?!" He asks a bit loud "she's at the hotel. She had a anxiety attack and is trying not to have another" I say taking his hands off me. "I gotta do something!" He says with his voice still at a above high level "no you stay away from her. If she sees you she's gonna have another now just give her sometime. She can't stay in her room forever" I assure him as he looks like a million things goes through his head. "Lets head back it's about night time" Niall suggests as I nod. Harry doesn't do anything but walk in front of us. We shrug and keep to walking back
Jamie's POV
Breathe in....breathe out......breathe in.....breathe out. Hm seems to be working. I suddenly hear the door open and a voice "Jamie?"
Breathe in,breathe out,breathe in,breathe out. Maybe if I stay quiet he will just leave. I hear voices on the other side of my locked door "where is she!" Harry demands. "I'm not sure" I hear Niall answer "might be in her room" he adds. Thanks a lot Niall! I hear footsteps to my door and I prepare for banging when it's a light knock. "Jamie?" It's Harry. "What?" I ask a bit bitchy "can I come in?" I roll my eyes even though he can't see it "no" I answer and lay on the bed hoping the conversations over. "Please Jamie I didn't steal anything I was framed" I could tell he was trying really hard to stay calm "I don't wanna talk right now" I shrug. I turn to my side hoping to just fall asleep when I hear the nob move. "It's no use its locked!" I shouted. I closed my eyes hoping to catch on with sleep when the door opens. What the hell I locked it! "How did you get in?!" I asked looking at the open door seeing the tiny handle had been turned,but not by me. "Uncles a lock smith" he answers shrugging. He walks towards be but I back up. "Why are you backing away?" He asked looking confused/hurt. "I'm really confused right now and I don't believe being around you will solve it" I say getting off the bed and backing up. "I'm not gonna hurt you" he says. I believe him "I know I'm just nervous" I say as I back up into a corner. Harry walks over towering over me. He holds both my hands in his "you shouldn't be" he says honestly "how would you feel if the guy you loved was taken off to jail? I was scared you would never come out Harry! You scared me too badly and I don't know what to think" I say cowering. "I was framed,I didn't mean to scare you. You were on my mind the while time" he says looking into my eyes. "I don't know what to think" I repeat showing no emotion "do you still love me?" He asked stupidly "yes" I answer as he pulls me into his arms "are you glad I'm out?" "Yes" I nod "then there's nothing you need to think" he says using his hand to guide my head to his chest. "I'm here, i love you,and that's all that matters" he says soothingly. I wrap my arms around him,hugging onto him as I start to sob into his chest. I was really scared he'd never come out. I liked having him here,with me,no where else but holding me. As I let the tears flow he pets my hair quietly shushing me like as if I was a child clinging onto her father looking for comfort. It was getting dark and I was ready to sleep this day away. I dry my tears and look up at him "I'm sorry" I say as he leans down and kisses my forehead "I'm sorry too. Now lets get to bed" with that I get into bed with my loving boyfriend who I'm glads back and not leaving.
