Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Fifty Six

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So Hurricane Sandy is coming over to where I live soon, so I decided I give you a chapter. Because, you know, I might not be able to post while the hurricane is here. Thank you all so much, again, for all of the reads and votes. You have no idea how much it means to me, honestly.

P.S.: This was longer on Word, I swear.

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Harry’s POV:

     My heart was beating a billion times faster as I stood by, behind all of the police men with the boys. The girls didn’t come with us, since we told them that it was too dangerous, so they stayed at our flat. I was standing with the lads, waiting as the big policeman banged on the cabin’s door, shouting for an answer. Kendall. My Kendall is in there, and I need to see her. I need to see her now. If anything happens to her, I swear...

     Stop it, Harry.

     I can’t be thinking negative thoughts right now. I need to be optimistic, for Kendall’s sake. She’s a strong girl, and I know that she’s okay. I know that she’s going to be fine. That she will be in my arms once again in a matter of minutes. And that’s all that matters; for her to be safe and to be with me once again. I guess I was really jittery right now, because Louis put his hand on my shoulder and says quietly, “Don’t worry, mate. Kendall will be fine. Just calm down.”

     I nod my head, but I know that I won’t be calming down anytime soon until I personally get to see Kendall’s beautiful face and her bright red hair. The policeman knocks – no, pounds his fist – on the door, yelling, “OPEN UP! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!!”

     And the next few moments were one of the best of my life.

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*One Week Later*

(A/N: Sorry for skipping! It’ll explain what happens. I just didn’t know how to explain it...)

Kendall’s POV:

     One week had passed since the whole thing, and I was finally home. Home in my flat. Home with the boys and girls. Home with Harry. When the police were banging on that door in the cabin, I saw Mitch fidgit. He didn’t think that he would have gotten caught, but he did. I mean, not to sound strange or anything, but didn’t he think kidnapping a famous singer’s girlfriend will lead to involving the authorities? When Mitch had realized that it was over for him, he hastily handed me over. He had grabbed my arm, not bothering to untie me or remove the tape from my mouth, and opened the door and handed me over to the cop.

     The minute I had stepped out into the fresh, cool air, my eyes had locked with Harry’s green ones. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open, and then formed a smile when he saw me. The cops took ahold of Mitch, while a peremedic carefully untied my ropes, took the tape off of me, and took care of my bruises. The minute they were done, I stood up to run to Harry.