Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 41

Song:
Thinking Out Loud: Ed Sheeran

Ro's POV

Our little escape was short lived. After our magical night, dancing among the stars, as Harry put it, we spent most of our time watching old Audrey Hepburn movies in our hotel room. As boring as that sounds, knowing that we were free to do so and not having to worry about someone barging in on us, that made it the best time ever. It was peaceful and wonderful. But, like all great things, it had to come to an end.

As we made our way to my parents lake house, where we'd be spending the holidays, I kept my hand tangled in Harry's, not caring that it was a safety hazard for him not to have both hands on the wheel. I knew that once we were among the presence of other people, my family, to be specific, our magic moment would be over and I was going to soak up every single moment I had with him, freely before it was too late.

I was growing tired of all this secrecy, of having to hide and run away just to be together. I loved, Harry, what was so bad about that? I brought up the possibility of being open about our relationship with, Harry, but he shot me down every time, insisting that we at least wait until I had opened the book.

To be honest, the book was irritating me beyond words. I had half a mind to burn it and get on with my life. Sure, it perhaps had the answers to a lot of our questions, but the fact still remained that it might pull Harry and I even further from each other, if that was possible. I had no proof of that, other then my gut telling me so, but so far, those gut feelings have been right so far, and I wasn't ready to let go of Harry. I never would be.

"We're here," Harry interrupted my insane thought process, letting go of my hand as soon as he parked, sending an instant pang in the center of my body. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, leaning forward to take in the lake house. "You said this was a lake house," he gasped.

"It is," I mumbled, gathering my things, the corner of my eyes catching silhouettes of being coming out of the house.

"It's fucking huge," he commented once more before my door was flung open, my little sister dramatically throwing herself over my body.

I patted her head, waiting for whatever was going to fly out of her mouth. "You bitch, you left me without saying a word," she scowled, looking between me and Harry. "You kidnapped my sister," she accused him.

"I volunteered," I corrected, shoving her off me a little so I could get off.

True to her nature, she gripped my face, pulling me down to he eye level. "He made you say that, huh? Sister, it's called Stockholm Syndrome, they even have a song about it. It's okay, you're in a safe place now. He can't hurt you anymore."

"Oh my god," I spoke through my squished cheeks, pulling myself free. "You're so annoying," I groaned.

"But, I'm funny," she grinned with her entire face, like only she knew how, reminding me of how much I missed her.

To my side, I caught a glimpse of my four brothers all surrounding Harry, trying to intimidate him, without saying a single word. I rolled my eyes, flinging my bag over my shoulders and shoving a very brave, Harry away from the small crowd, passed his friends and into the house.

The moment we were all inside and settled in, the questions flew around the room a mile a minute, both sides asking where we ran off to and why. Since no one knew we were actually dating, Harry offered a simple enough explanation of me wanting to take off and him offering to take me so I wouldn't be alone, which everyone seemed to buy. I wasn't sure if they were all stupid or if Harry was that good of a liar. Honestly, I'm going for the stupid route, because in my opinion, Harry was a shit liar.