Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 7

~Dedicated to scenes because she made the covers! Thanks :)~
Sarah's P.O.V
I was woken up when I felt someone shaking me. It was Harry. "What?" I whisper. "We need to get out of here." He says. "What? Why?" I whisper. "I'll explain all of it later, but right now we need to go." He says, grabbing my arm. I get out of bed, and put clothes on and shoes. Harry packs his things hurriedly, then we rush out of the house.
Harry's P.O.V
We drive down the road, and I try not to drive so fast so we won't get pulled over. "Harry, where are we going?" Sarah asks. "To a hotel." I say. She doesn't say anything else. We arrive at the hotel, and then we go to the counter. We get our key, and then head up to our room. We enter the room, and Sarah sits down on the bed. "I started my period.." Sarah whispers. "When?" I ask. "At home. I would've put a pad on, but we were in a hurry." She says. "Sorry babe. Do you need anything?" I ask. "Some pads, and that's it." She says. "Okay, come on." I say. "Why do I have to come with you?" She asks. "Because Zayn might come down here to find us. Now come on." I say. And she gets up, and we leave the hotel together.
Sarah's P.O.V
I still didn't know what was going on, but I had a good idea that Zayn was after us. He probably found out about Harry and I. "Harry?" I say. "Yes?" He says. "Can you tell me what's wrong now, please?" I ask, he sighs, then says, "Zayn found out that I was in love with you, and now he's trying to kill me." He says. "O-Oh." I say. "Yeah. If he finds us here, we have to leave town." He says. "Okay." I say. Harry doesn't say anything else. We arrive at the store, and we get out of the car. We walk in, and go to the aisle where the pads were. I pick the ones that I usually get, and then Harry decides to get some snacks. He grabs some goldfish, fruit snacks, and chips. Harry picked up Capri Sun as well. We go to the checkout line, and people start giving Harry weird looks, but I ignore it. "Harry?" I whisper. "Hmm?" He hums. "Can I get some Nutella, pretty please?" I ask. "Sure." He says. I walk away, and go to the aisle where the Nutella was on. I pick it up, and walk back to Harry. I put it on the conveyer belt with the other things. We finally get our stuff paid for, and then we leave. "Harry?" I say once we're in the car. "Yes?" He sighs. "I-I love you." I whisper. "I love you, too, and I'm sorry that I let this happen." He says. "It's fine, Harry. It's not your fault." I shake my head. "Yes it is. I should've never fell in love with you. I should've been careful." He whispers. "Didn't I make you a better person, though?" I ask. "Yeah." He says. "Well then falling in love with me was a good thing." I shrug. "I guess so.." He says. "Was falling in love with me really a bad thing? Because now I feel like you hate me and that this whole situation is my fault." I whisper. "No, I didn't mean to make it sound like that, I promise!" He says. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Yes! I promise! I love you, Sarah." He says. "I love you, too. Can we go back to the hotel room and cuddle?" I ask. "Sure." He smiles. And that's the first time I've seen him smile all day.
Harry's P.O.V
Sarah and I have been cuddling for awhile now. She was saying that she was having really bad cramps, so I decided to rub her stomach for her. "Thanks, Harry." She says. "You're welcome." I say, taking my hand off of her stomach. "I'm sleepy.." She whispers. "Then go to sleep." I say. "Okay." She says, cuddling up to me. "Are you going to sleep soon?" She asks. "Yeah." I say. "Okay, goodnight." She says. I lean in, and peck her lips over and over again. Sarah turns on her side, and falls asleep.
Sarah's been asleep for a few hours now, and I didn't know what to do, but watch tv. I soon get a call. It's from Zayn. I gulp, then answer. "Hello?" I whisper. "You and your whore can't hide forever." He says. "Leave us alone, Zayn!" I say. "I told you not to fall in love with her, and what do you do? Fall in love with her! You're in big trouble Harry!" Zayn says. "I know I know! But I love her! And I'm sorry Zayn, but you're just going to have to live with that. Goodbye." I say, and then hang up. I know for sure that he wants to kill me now, I just hung up on him. I sigh, and put my phone down, trying to figure out how to hide from him. Should we leave London? Yes. I grab my laptop that was in one of the drawers, and then turn it on. I go to google. But wait. Where are we going to go? Sarah always said that she wanted to go to California. So, I type in tickets. I get first class tickets, then submit. Hopefully, this will all be over soon.
Sarah's P.O.V
I wake up the next morning with the morning sun shining in my face. I sit up, and see that Harry is wide awake. "Good morning babe." Harry smiles. "Good morning." I smile. He leans in, and kisses me. When we pull away, I get up, and go to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and taking a shower. I get out of the bathroom, and Harry is standing up. "We're going to California." He says. "When?" I frown. "Right now, so get your stuff together." He says. "Why? Zayn hasn't found us yet, has he?" I ask. "No, but he will eventually, so let's go." He says. "Okay." I sigh. I grab my bag, and then put my package of pads in there, then we leave the hotel.
Harry's P.O.V
Sarah had fallen asleep, and I was awake. She had fallen asleep while holding my hand which made me smile. I kissed her soft cheek, and then stroke her hand with my thumb.
Later, we land in California. Sarah has been up for a few minutes already. When the plain lands, Sarah and I get off. We walk out of the LAX airport, and then into the car that I had rented. "Are we going to stay in a hotel?" Sarah asks. "No, I have a house." I stated. "Oh." She says.
We arrive at the house, and Sarah unpacks, then takes a nap on the couch. I sit next to her, putting her legs on my lap. I rub her feet, and watch tv. Was this a good choice? I sure hope so. Would anyone recognize me and call the police? I doubt it. Hopefully, Sarah and I will stay here for awhile and be a couple, and only a couple. Not runaways. But that's only if her Stockholm Syndrome cooperates as well....