Trapped

5. Airplanes

Taylor

I pulled into my driveway. It's only been two days and I already miss this place. I see myself locking the door and stepping onto the porch. This is so strange.

I exited my rental and walked up to Harry. We talked for a little and then I helped him load the bags into the car. Once the last bag was placed in the trunk, I hopped in the drivers side and started the engine.

"All set?" I asked.

Harry replied, "Yep. The sooner I get back to London, the better."

I could tell it was awkward between Harry and I but I refuse to sit here for an hour long drive, not speaking to anyone. Here goes nothing.

"Hey Harry." He looked up from my phone.

"What is it?" Harry sent the message he was working on and locked the phone, placing it in his lap.

"Does my mom know you left?" I am going to be in so much trouble when we fix this. My mom is going to kill me.

"Well I sent Molly a text saying sorry and to get home soon because Matt..." He trailed off, whispering the last few words and looking really guilty.

Oh no. "Harry," I started. "What did you do to my boyfriend? You didn't break it off with him did you?!"

"What? no,no,no. He is good for you, and I would never do that. I just might have erm-"

"Spit it out!"

"lockedhiminyourclosetwhilecomingtomeetyououtside."

"What? Say it slower please." I waited patiently while Harry gained enough courage to say it again.

(A/N: I know that this is a run-on but when we're nervous we speak like this vv)

"Well," He started off. "I was in the process of bringing the bags downstairs, and we were talking, remember?" I nodded, giving him the okay to continue. "So once we hung up Matt sent me a text, asking for me to open the front door to let him in. I figured me trying to get rid of him would be better than 'Harry Styles' telling him to leave and then people would know you were here and they might figure out what had happened between us and I just - I couldn't do that to me and the boys, even i you are me, I could not do that." He took a deep breath. "I let Matt in and he hugged me and said he was worried and that he was going to take care of you. Taylor it - it warmed my heart knowing you had someone like that in your life. He is one of the sweetest people I have ever met and-"

"Harry! Just get to the point already!" I snapped. "Just - please?"

He nodded frantically, seeming frightened by my sudden outburst. "Yeah, uh yeah okay." He cleared his throat, starting again for the fourth time. "I said I was going somewhere and I needed him to leave. Matt didn't want me going anywhere because they just released me from the hospital today. I thought, at the time, my plan was genius. I asked Matt to get me a blanket out of the closet in your room. So once he walked in, I, um, shut and locked your bedroom door."

"Is he still in there?!" I roared. How will I explain that? "What? Harry why? Why would you do that? I calmed down, taking deep breaths, but I was still frantic.

"Well, how is Harry Styles supposed to explain 'kidnapping' an American girl?"

"It's not kidnapping. I willing left with you."

"Actually, I'm nineteen, a legal adult, whereas you are seventeen, still a child." He had a good point.

"Oh okay... I guess that makes sense?" I'm not really sure what to do about Matt, Molly, and my mom but I HAVE to get Harry and I to London, and soon.