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Chapter 6

Me and Harry finally left that creepy room, and went back into his house. "Harry." I whisper, shaking his arm. "Hold on, Savannah." He says, looking out the door for that jerk wad.

"Harry, I don't feel safe here.. Can we go somewhere? Like a hotel maybe?" I ask, leaning in closer to his slender body.

He looks at me and sighs in defeat. "If it'll make you feel safe, yes." He mutters, grabbing a suitcase. "Why a suitcase?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, if we're traveling, we might as well go far away from here." He says, winking and smiling.

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After me and Harry went to my apartment, and collected my things, Harry said that we would stay in Florida for 2 weeks. Me and Harry threw our bags in the trunk of his Cadillac. "Ready?" He asks, sighing.

"Yep." I respond, popping the 'p'.

"Okay." He says, kissing my lips. We get about 5 miles down the road, then I remember I left my diary there. "We have to go back." I say, watching Harry speed through a red light.

"Harry!" I yell, laughing. I slap his arm. "Don't slap the driver!" He says, giggling. "Is your seatbelt on?" I ask, as I see the mileage gage go up to 80 on a 57 road. He doesn't respond.

"Harry? Is it? And please slow down, it's making me motion sick." I say, closing my eyes. His speed drops to 53, causing me to fly forward and be chocked by the seatbelt. One of Harry's hands travels up my thigh. "Harry, your driving." I say, picking up his hand, and putting it on the wheel.

He chuckles at that, and smiles while driving. "And yes, my seatbelt is on." He says, laughing again. I roll my eyes playfully, and lean back and fall asleep.

I wake up, and we were passing tall hotels, and a view of the beach. "Where are we?" I groan, rubbing my eyes. "Alabama." Says a sleepy Harry. "I think I should drive, you need to get some rest." I say, rubbing the thin curls on the back of his neck. "No no no, I need to." He says, obviously trying not to yawn. His lips part slightly trying to get the yawn out quietly. "Harry, stop." I say, laughing and face-palming.

He smirks, and turns off his bright lights, and going with the street lamps and lights from inside the many hotels as guidance. I lean on his shoulder a little bit. "Harry you need rest." I say, yawning.

"No, I'll be fine. You go to sleep. We'll be there in about 15 minutes." And with that, he kisses my forehead, and whispers, "Sleep well, my angel."

I wake up in a sweat from a confusing nightmare i had. I gasp and catch my breath. "Harry!" I cry out, when I open my eyes, all I see is black. I feel a hand stroke my thigh, and I feel something over my eyes. I take it off, and find Harry stroking my thigh.

"Perv." I say, rolling my eyes playfully. "Uptight." He says, smirking. "Shut up!" I say, slapping him. He giggles, then I see us parked in front of a beach house.

"Harry? Why are we in front of a beach house?" I ask, looking at him. "This is where we're staying." He exclaims, smiling. I gasp, and smile like a fool. My smile soon drops though. "I said we could stay in a hotel, Harry. Beach houses are expensive." I say, staring at him.

"No, it's fine. I already had this scheduled. Before you, I had a fiancé. I found her in bed with another guy, and I slapped her.. I can't believe I did it. And we scheduled this trip a year before it was going to happen, and it was a mistake." He says, giving me a weak smile.

I feel my heart break a little bit. "But, why didn't you tell me this earlier?" I ask, trying to keep my distance from him.

"I'm sorry, I thought it would make things worse." He says, opening the door. I jump out the door, and I grab my bags in my arms, and they weigh a ton.