Harry's POV
Nicole and I were sitting in the living room watching the news while Layla was taking a nap. It was getting really boring so I grabbed the remote to change the channel. when I heard a familiar name.
"Jacob Styles escaped from prison earlier today. He was there in the first place for kidnapping and raping, now, Nicole Styles."
Nicole cringed at the mentioning of her name.
"Sources say the word "revenge" was carved on the wall. What could this mean?"
Nicole looked at me with horrid eyes. She was so petrified. She was shaking.
I grabbed her and held her close to me. she began to cry into my chest.
"Everything was going so great!" she sobbed into my shirt.
" Just because "revenge" was carved into the wall doesn't mean he's coming for us." I attempted to comfort her, I knew well that was geared toward us.
"He could be here anytime. He could hurt Layla!" she screamed.
My eyes widened. If that man causes any more damage to this family, he's going to regret it.
He's not touching Layla or Nicole.
Nicole went up to go to check up on Layla.
When my phone started to ring.
It was just Louis. I picked up.
"HAZ! Did you see what was on the news?! He's coming for you!!" he screamed into the phone.
" I know I know Louis. What am I supposed to do!"
"Protect your family. You guys should stay in a hotel."
"Yeah good idea Lou. Thanks. Talk to you soon. Bye." We both hung up.
" Nicole pack you and Layla's stuff!" I screamed to the top of the stairs.
"Alright!" she screamed back down. I could tell she was crying. He's not going to lay hand on her or Layla.
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So here we are sleeping in hotel bed. Staying updated on the news. He still hasn't been found. What if he does find us? What is our plan?
"Harry are you still up?" whispered Nicole.
"Yeah babe, you okay?"
"I am so worried. What if he hurts Layla?" she was starting to cry again.
" I would never let that happen." I reassured her. she nodded and snuggled up into my chest, and fell asleep.
*****
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the door opening. This startled me and I jerked up,looking at who walked in.
It was a man, he had a gun in his hand....
This man was my uncle.
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