Protect

Chapter 23

HARRY'S POV

"I cant believe it." Gemma is in shock after what I just told her.

She takes a seat on the couch. "I cant believe she is gone, and we don't know where or for how long. And she is pregnant. What if she has the baby while she is there? Whats going to happen Harry?" She is just as confused as I am.

"I don't know Gemma. Kris comes back when her father is back in jail. No one can know about this. If anyone asks where she is, we say on vacation. Got it?" I say.

"Yea. Well this was bad timing for Carrina to come." She half laughs to herself and I shoot her a look.

"I like the apartment Gem. Just a little small for my taste." Carrina says walking back into the couch area.

I shove my hands in my pockets.

"I would sleep on the couch, but I have a bad back so I really do need a bed." Carrina says to Gemma.

I hate this girl. I don't know how I ever liked her. Don't get me wrong her body is fantastic, but her high maintenance and self absorbed personality is disgusting. She is an only child and is as spoiled as hell. She has never been told 'no.' Well until it came to me. I rejected that bitch.

"Oh um. We don't have a spare bed I am so sorry." Gemma actually feels bad?

"Oh okay." Carrina looks down at her hands and rocks back and forth.

Gemma has her thinking face on and her eyes full of pity. "You can take Harry's bed. Kris is away on vacation, so he can take the couch." Gemma looks at me with pleading eyes and Carrina has a devilish look in her eyes and a wicked smile on her face.

"Perfect. Thanks!" Carrina says. "Harry will you help me unpack my bags?"

"Hell no. And you are not taking my room! I dont even want you here!" There is no way in hell she is sleeping in the bed where I hold my Kris.

"Harry dont be rude and go help her unpack." Gemma is now standing at my side nudging me. Is she crazy? Like I really am going to give my room to the bitch after all I have been through today.

I look her in the eyes. "That is mine and Kris's room." I say through my teeth.

Her eyes are full of understanding and worry.

"Harry please." She looks defeated. Typical Gemma, trying to please everyone. Why is someone so sweet and compassionate as Gemma, friends with a selfish whore like Carrina.

"Fuck whatever." I say and walk into my room.

When I enter I have to take a deep breath. All signs of Kris are gone. Its like she was never even here. They have completely erased her from this room. Her makeup is no longer on the dresser, her clothes are no longer in the closet. The picture I snapped of us quickly while laying in bed is gone. Gone. Completely gone. I feel heavy. Like my heart is being torn out of my chest. I need her and want her. I love her.

"Oooh! I like this room!" I am shoved aside as Carrina and her bags enter my bedroom. She places her bags on the bed and smiles as she looks around.

"Why would you wear a red dress on a 10 hour plane ride?" I ask.

"I like to travel in style." She winks at me. Her voice is sickening. Kris's American accent is much more attractive then Carrina's English one.

I let out a sigh of disgust and cross my arms leaning back on the wall.

"So wheres Kayla?" She asks hands on her hips.

"Who the fuck is Kayla?"

"Your girlfriend or whatever." She says.

My temper is rising and I don't know how much more I can take. A girl like the one in front of me belongs with a player like that guy Lennie or whatever the fuck his name was.

"Kris. Her name is Kris." I say through my teeth.

"Oh well where is she?"

"On vacation."

"Oh. So she will be gone while I'm here?" She smiles.

"Unfortunately." I say.

She smiles and begins to unpack her bags, making her self comfortable in Kris's room. She will never replace Kris. No one will.

"Oh shit!" I hear coming from the couch area.

"I am so sorry but my boss just texted me, I have to go to work and run papers quick." Gemma says walking into my room.

"Ok no problem." Carrina says.

I sigh and rub my forehead. Gemma gives me a sympathetic look then walks away. I hear the door slam shut then look up from my hands to Carrina smiling at me in just her lace bra and thong.

KRIS'S POV

"Hi I'm Kris." I shake his hand after minutes of just staring at him.

He is a face out of a magazine. His bone structure, his smile, his hair, his everything, he is simply perfect.

"Zayn take Kris's bags to her room and show her around!" Trisha says. "I'll go start dinner. You must be so hungry Kris and you have to feed that little baby!" She smiles and points to my stomach. "Make your self at home darling." She smiles and walks into a hall that leads to the kitchen.

I bend down and pick up my bags. "No I got it." Zayn says. His British accent is nice. Its different then Harry's, but nice.

Zayn picks up my bags. "Follow me." He leads me down a hall with three doorways. He opens the third door and there is a bed and a night stand. It is ridiculously small. It makes my bedroom in the apartment look like a mansion.

"Sorry about the small size." He says placing my bags on the bed.

"This is the room where the protection guests stay." He tells me.

"How many people have you had stay here?" I ask.

"You are the third. The first was a man who witnessed someone kill his friend. Until they found the killer the man stayed here in secret. The next was a woman and and two kids. We had to squeeze them into our small house. Someone killed her husband and she stayed here with her kids till they found the guy. Pretty scary stuff." Zayn tells me.

The people before me witnessed murder. Is my case as serious as murder? Is Harry safe?

"Yea." I say and awkwardly look at my feet.

"Um I'll go help my mum with dinner. Let me know if you need anything."

"Okay thanks." I say and he smiles lightly and walks out of the room closing the door behind him.

Something about him is mysterious. Yet really lovely.

I take a seat on the bed and sort through my bag. They packed all my clothes, my makeup and the picture Harry took of us while in bed. I would do anything to be laying in our white bed, naked with his long arms around me. No one lays in that wonderful bed except us. It holds the memories of us laughing and being in love, where our child was conceived.

I start to cry lightly as I look at the picture of me and my Harry laying in bed. I brush my hand over my newly pregnant belly and feel the tears shed down my cheeks.

Why me?

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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading I hope you like it so far! I am so excited to write about Kris's experience in witness protection and Harry's experience with Carrina! Keep reading and pleaseeee comment I want to hear what everyone has to say!!!! Btw I know not everything about Zayn in this story is true. The real Zayn has siblings and doesnt live in the middle East, but in this story he does. So keep reading and please comment!!!