12.24.07

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4:32am - 06/17/2017

"Lucy!" Dylan says loudly when I enter his hospital room.

The doctor laughs, looking at the charts. "We gave him some morphine to help with pain." he informs me. "We'd like to keep him overnight for observation. He just needs a few days, maybe weeks to recover, depends on how his body works. He's very lucky he came in when he did or he would've bled out."

"Is there anyway he can get out sooner?" I ask and the doctor frowns. "We were supposed to visit his parents in Florida tomorrow."

"I'm sure they'll understand that their child needs to recover from a gunshot wound." he says, writing on Dylan's chart. "May I ask, how did this happen?"

I try speaking, but Dylan got there before me. "Harry shot me." he blurts out. "We have to go before he finds us and kills us!"

My eyes widen then I chuckle softly. "We were actually out hunting and his friend accidentally shot him." I lie. "Fortunately, he dragged me along or else his friend would've just sat there in shock."

"You don't look dressed for hunting." the doctor interrogates some more.

"I was sleeping when it happened." I quickly say, walking over to Dylan side. "Can I have time alone with my husband, please?" I ask and he nods, leaving.

"Harry isn't my friend." Dylan mumbles out. "I thought he was, but he is-"

"Just go to sleep, Dylan." I shush him. "Get some rest."

Dylan closes his eyes, turning his face away. I slowly leave his side in search of a phone. One of the nurses let me use the office phone after a lie they couldn't resist. I immediately dial Barry's number and he picks up.

"Barry!" I say softly, but excitingly through the phone.

"Lucy?" he questions. "Oh my god, Lucy, you're alive." he breathes out.

"Yes, I can't tell you everything now because I'm in a hospital, but-"

"You're in a hospital?" he gasps. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Barry, I got Dylan out of there, but he got shot and we're going to be on our way back to Florida."

"So you killed Des Styles?"

"N-no, I didn't get the chance to." I tell him. "I was too busy with his son."

"His son? Harry Styles?" he questions. "Well did you kill him?"

"No, because I was too busy trying to escape." I whisper, so no one heard me. "He kept me captive for so long, saying he would kill Dylan then me."

"Luce, you can't come back to Florida." Barry says sternly. "Do not come back to Florida."

"Wha- Why?" I hear gunshots on the other side of the call then the line was cut off. "Barry?"

The nurse comes back and smiles at me. I hangup and race down the hall. I make it to Dylan's room to see him, peacefully sleeping. I sigh with relief, walking up to his bed. Then the sound of the door shutting causes me to spin around. A hand is clamped over my mouth and I look into those green eyes.

He shushes me. "You don't want to wake up your husband, Mrs. Williams."

"I swear to god, if you hurt Barry, I-"

"You'll what?" he snaps quietly. "I have the power here."

I sigh, look back at Dylan who was dead asleep then back at Harry. I close my eyes, having a small flashback of him on the balcony about to kill me which he couldn't.

"Do you really have the power?" I ask, walking away to Dylan's bedside. "I feel like I have the power." I say, sitting in the chair.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

I cross my legs, tugging the the briefs I was still wearing. He glances down then back up to my eyes.

"You can't kill me because you like me." I say, trying to contain my smile. "The Harry Styles, likes me."

"N-no I don't." he stutters. "I can kill you if I wanted to. I just got distracted."

I sit still for while, glancing at Dylan. "You– you didn't kill him on purpose." I laugh. "You shot him where you knew he could survive long enough for me to bring him here."

"Shut up," he spits, turning away. "I just missed his head is all."

"No, no you didn't." I stand up, filled with amusement. I get closer as I talk. "You're Harry Styles, the son of Des Styles. There is no missing when it comes to kil-"

"Shut up, shut up now!" he growls, wrapping his hand around my neck and pushes me against the wall. "I missed, okay."

I reach for his hand to move it away. He actually removes his hand, letting it fall to his side. We stay in silence for a few more moments until I speak again.

"So when did you start falling for me?" I tease.

"What part of shut up do you not understand?" he says lowly, closing his eyes. "Just shut up for once before I actually kill you right here and now."

"But you won't because you don't want to."

His hand wraps around my neck again. He stares into my eyes for a few short moments. Suddenly, his lips are on mine. The kiss was soft from his lips and gentle, but it doesn't last because I push him away. The door flies open and a nurse walks in.

"Oh hi, sorry." she apologizes. "I just have to check his vitals then I'll be out of your way." she tells us.

I wipe my lips, getting out of the nurse's way. My eyes go to Harry who had his head down. We stay quiet the whole time the nurse was around. She finally leaves and Harry follows her trail. He grabs onto the door and turns back.

"You have an hour head start to runaway or I'll kill you." he warns.

"But-"

"I will kill you." his voice raises over mine. "If you are still here in an hour, I will kill you. I don't care if I like you. I've been through this before, so you've got an hour."