Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 15

Harry's P.O.V

"What?" I scrunch my eyebrows.

"That guy was you. You were my boyfriend." She says.

"Wait, no. That can't be possible. Are you sure you have the right person?" I ask.

"Never been so sure in my life." Cara says.

How can this be possible?

Sarah's P.O.V

I was taking a nap when I'm awaken by someone shaking me. I slowly open my eyes, and it's Harry.

"What?" I mumble.

"We need to leave." He says urgently.

"Why?" I groan.

"I'll explain everything on the plane but-" I cut him off.

"Plane, really? Harry, I'm not going anywhere else." I shake my head.

"Babe please! It's for your own good!" Harry says.

"Everything's for my own good." I roll my eyes.

"Please just trust me!" Harry says.

"Whatever." I get out of bed.

"Thank you, pack your stuff." He says.

"Okay." I say.

Harry's P.O.V

Sarah started packing her things, and I did the same. Cara threatened to hurt Sarah just because she is my girlfriend now. She missed me, and she said that it hurt her to find out that Sarah and I were serious. That's why we need to get out of here. I could see the danger in Cara's eyes.

"Okay, I'm ready." Sarah says.

"Okay, hold on." I say, putting clothes into my suitcase.

I had told Cara to go into her room. I would've locked her in there, but I didn't want her to be stuck in there forever. I also told her that Sarah and I were going to the store. Once I'm ready, I take Sarah and I's suitcases into the car. I come back, and get Sarah.

"What about Cara?" Sarah asks, I whisper for her to hold on.

"Cara we're going to the store! We'll be right back!" I yell.

"Okay!" She says.

"Okay, let's go." I whisper to Sarah. And we do.

Sarah's P.O.V

Harry and I have been on the plane for three hours now. Harry told me that we're going to New York. Why? I don't know, but I loved that idea. I've always wanted to go to New York! It's been one of my biggest dreams!

I can just see Cara being mad right now. I can't believe she threatened to kill me just because I was Harry's girlfriend and she wasn't. Well, I kind of can. I'd be upset, too, but I wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Harry?" I say, looking at him.

"Yes baby?" Harry turns his head.

"Cuddle?" I smile.

"C'mere you." Harry smiles, and I lie my head on his shoulder as he rests his head on mine.

I grab his huge hand, and hold it, interlocking his fingers with me.

"I love you, Harry." I whisper.

"I love you, too, Kitten.."

Harry's P.O.V

"Come on baby, wake up." I shake Sarah. We had finally landed in New York, and now we're finally at the house I bought a few years ago.

Sarah still doesn't wake up, so I try some more.

"Come on baby girl, you gotta get up." I say, shaking her.

Sarah's beautiful hazel eyes flutter open, and me and her both smile at each other.

"Carry me?" She smiles.

"Sure." I smile.

I take her out of the car, and carry her bridal style.

"Thank you." She giggles.

"Anything for you, princess." I smile. My little princess.

"You think I'm a princess?" She asks.

"Of course! My baby girl's a princess." I smile to myself. My baby girl's a princess.

Sarah smiles, and we're already in the house. I carry her upstairs to the bedroom, and lie her down on the bed.

"Harry, I want to wear your sweater!" She pouts.

"Okay." I unzip my suitcase and pull out my teenage runaway sweater. Her favorite.

"Thanks." Sarah smiles.

"I'm going to take a shower." She says.

"Okay." I say.

I'm surprised that she didn't want to go to sleep. It was 3:00 AM and it's been a long, tiring day.

Soon, Sarah is out of the shower, and I decide to take one, too.

When I get out, Sarah is already fast asleep. I smile to myself, and get in bed with her. I wrap my arms around her waist, and kiss her cheek.

"I love you..."