Stockholm Syndrome//H.S

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✔EDITED✔

Here's what happened in the last chapter:

I remember my reason of being here, and run around, looking for a door.

I gasp, and notice one. I try opening it, but it won't budge.

"Crap!" I exclaim, noticing a keyhole.

"Looking for a key?" Harry asks.

I turn around, and notice him holding a key.

I gasp, and trip clumsily over my feet, causing me to fall to the ground.

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웃 Courtney's POV 웃

I groan, and open my eyes, waking up in the same old room.

I mutter a few profanities under my breath.

"Excuse you, Courtney..." a deep voice growls, and chuckles.

Harry slowly comes into view, and I scoff.

"It's you again. What a pleasure to see you," I sarcastically chirp.

Harry laughs. "I say the same, sweetie."

I roll my eyes. "Look, Harry, ca-"

"How do you know my name?" he demands.

I smirk. "Why am I here?"

He scowls. "I think you need to be alone for a while."

"Whatever. Can I have my phone back? I would really love listening to music!" I beg, knowing what his answer would be.

"And you expect me to give you back your phone?" he asks, narrowing his eyes. "What if you call the police?"

"Why would I call the police?" I innocently ask.

He answers my question by slamming the door.

I sigh, looking out the window.

"I want my life back."

I was gonna be entering Yale in just a couple more months, meaning that I'd be leaving that crazy madhouse that I called "home".

As for my boyfriend Zayn...well we'd be moving in , and we'd be attending the university.

"Zayn..." I whimper, missing his warm hugs and delicate kisses.

I look down, and cry.

"I HATE YOU, HARRY STYLES! I HATE YOU!" I scream, punching the walls.

I slump down, sobbing.

I hate him, and I will always.

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"Come on! You have to eat! I made the best food in the world, Courtney!" Harry attempts to convince me.