Chapter 25

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Chapter 25

I didnt feel scared anymore. After all thats happening, i felt safe. Having Ross by my side always made me feel safe. I love him. And i know he loves me as well. We held hands, and walked inside the house. My heart skipped, and i felt Ross's hand begin to sweat. "Well," We hear Eric come out of the kitchen, "Please do make yourselves at home." He says. He leads us to the living room. "Sit down." We sit. "Eric, what do you want?" Ross asks. "Isnt it obvious?" He looks at me. "I want Valerie." He says while sitting back, drinking his bottle of wine. I gulp. "No." Ross says with an angry voice. "Then I guess youll never see Harry again." He stands up and walks away. "W-wait." I speak up, and Eric stops. "Yes?" Eric says and turns around. "Please let Harry go. Eric, i beg you. Just please, let him go." He frowns. "Come here, Valerie." I take a deep
breathe. I get up. But Ross grabs my arms. "Valerie sit down. Now." He says.

I look at him, and move his hand and walk towards Eric. I gulp. "Valerie." He starts. He grabs my hand. "I will do anything for you. My precious Valerie." He says. He walks away, and comes back. With Harry. I see Harry with tape over his mouth, and his hands tied. Eric then pushes Harry to the ground, and i run to him. I take the tape off. "Harry." I start. "Your okay." "Y-yeah." He smiles. I then untie him. He hugs me. "Harry, im sorry. About this." He hushes me and kisses me. I see Eric roll his eyes. "Valerie?" I turn around. Ross was staring at me. "Ross," I whisper. I turn around and look at Harry. "Harry," I start. "Im glad your okay. But , i dont wanna be more than friends. Ross, he's my love. My life. And i cant let go of him." I say. "Im sorry." He looks down. "Its okay. I understand." I smile and hug him. Harry then leaves out the door. I still couldnt believe Eric let him go. I turn around to face him. "Th-thank you." I stutter. I turn around and follow Ross out of the door. "Valerie," i turn around and find myself falling off my feet unconciously.

Ross Lynch ImagineWhere stories live. Discover now