Stockholm Syndrome//H.S

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✔EDITED✔

Here's what happened in the last chapter:

(Zayn's POV)

"Courtney..." I begin. "Courtney found out about our affair."

Silence.

"Oh my Lord!" she gasps. "Maybe she ran away because of us!"

I gulp.

I end the call, not even bothering to say goodbye.

You've messed up...

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웃 Courtney's POV 웃

I sigh as I hang up, so glad that I could tell my dad that I was somehow safe.

And as for Zayn...

He now knew that I had found out about his secret relationship with Gigi.

I slip Harry's phone into my back pocket, wiping my sweaty hands on my sweatpants.

I carefully exit the restroom, and bump into someone, and fall onto the floor.

"Oomph!"

After a few moments of eerie silence, Harry speaks up.

"What are you doing awake? You should be sleeping. I didn't feel you sleeping on my chest, so I started freaking out. Why do you scare me like this, baby girl?" he growls.

I gulp. "I needed to use the restroom."

"I didn't hear you flush the toilet," he accuses.

I mentally slap myself.

I'm such a horrible liar...

"Court-"

"Um...I forgot to flush the toilet!" I exclaim.

I attempt to get up, but Harry pulls me back down onto him.

Even in the darkness, I can see his eyes glistening.

"Don't lie to me. I heard you talking. Where's my phone?" he grumbles.

"I..." I manage to croak out.

"Please don't tell me you called 911. Don't tell me you called for help. Courtney..." he groans. "They'll take you from me and-"

"I had a nightmare!" I blurt out, feeling a bit guilty to be lying.

"What?"

"I had a nightmare," I repeat, feeling the bitter taste of the nasty lie in my mouth.

"Oh, Courtney," Harry coos. "Baby girl."

I suddenly realized that maybe they could track down Harry's phone.

"I'm sorry, Harry," I apologize, feeling so horrible to be lying to him.

He was now in danger...

They could track us down, and imprison Harry.

Tears start sliding down my cheeks, and a sob escapes my mouth.

"Oh my God, Harry!" I whimper.

"Baby girl! Don't cry! I'm sorry that I made you cry," he whispers, cupping my cheeks with his hands, and pecking my lips.