Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 26

Sarah's P.O.V
~The next day~

Harry had decided to take me out shopping. I didn't want him to spend all his money on me, but he insisted, and wouldn't take no for an answer.

"See anything you like, babe?" Harry asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder.

"I see a lot of stuff actually." I say.

"Like what?" Harry asks, kissing my cheek.

"Just clothes that cost a lot." I whisper.

"Okay, well, let's get them." He says, letting me go.

"Why? They cost too much!" I say.

"I'm paying for it, not you." Harry says.

"I know, but-" Harry cuts me off.

"But nothing! It's my job to treat you like a princess! Now what do you want?" He asks.

I show him the items that I wanted, and he grabs them.

"Is that all?" He asks.

"Yeah." I nod.

"Okay." He says.

Harry and I go to the check-out and he pays for the clothes. $576. I felt bad...

"Where to now?" I ask.

"Back home if you want." Harry says.

"Sure." I say.

Harry's P.O.V

Sarah and I get home, and we go inside.

"I'm going to go take a nap if you don't mind." Sarah says.

"I don't mind." I shrug.

"Okay." She smiles, then kisses my cheek. She runs upstairs, and I smile. She's so cute.

I sit on the couch, and watch tv. I soon get a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hey there sexy.."

Sarah's P.O.V

I'm sleeping when Harry of course wakes me up.

"Why do you always wake me up?" I groan.

"I don't know, but I'm sorry. Come on, we need to go." Harry says.

"Again?" I sigh.

"Yes again. Now come on! She's almost here!" Harry says, pulling the covers off of me.

"Who's almost here?" I ask, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"Cara.."

Harry's P.O.V

I had booked Sarah and I's flight ahead of time, and we're going to Atlanta. I know that sounds odd and that I just picked a random state, but I did. I didn't know where else to go.

"Are we almost there, Harry?" Sarah asks groggily. She had fallen asleep, but woke up.

"Almost baby girl." I kiss her nose.

Sarah smiles, and rests her head on my shoulder. She holds my hand, and I interlock my fingers with hers. I rest my head on hers, and we both fall asleep together..

Sarah's P.O.V

I felt someone shaking me. Harry.

"Come on, baby. We're here."

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"For once you don't have a house." I say as Harry and I arrive at our hotel room.

"Ha ha very funny." He says sarcastically.

I giggle, and we walk inside.

It was a beautiful hotel room, and it was big.

"Nice hotel choice, Hazza." I say.

"Thank you." He chuckles.

I sit on the bed, but as soon as I do, I have the feeling to throw up.

I rush to the bathroom, and hunch over the toilet. I throw up, and Harry comes in and holds my hair.

Once I'm done, I wipe my mouth, and brush my teeth. I don't know why, but I've been throwing up a lot lately. And I missed my period.

Could I be...?

No. I miss my period all the time.

"You've been getting sick all week! Are you sure you're alright?" Harry asks.

"Yes, Harry. I'm fine." I sigh.

"You don't think you're pregnant, do you?" Harry asks with a worried look on his face.

"No! I'm not pregnant, besides, we used protection." I say.

Harry doesn't say anything. He just looks at the floor.

"Harry, we used protection, right?" I say, starting to get worried.

"We didn't a few times.." Harry whispers.

It soon gets hard to breathe. What if I'm pregnant? No! I can't be! I'm only seventeen!

"Should I take a pregnancy test?" I ask.

"Yeah, just to be sure." Harry says.

"Okay." I nod.

"I'll be back." Harry says, and kisses me. Then leaves...

Harry's P.O.V

I come back with the pregnancy test in my hand. I walk into the hotel room, and Sarah is shaking.

"Hey, it's okay." I rub her back as she hugs me.

"What if I'm pregnant, Harry? What are we going to do?!" Sarah cries.

"Well, there's only one way to find out. Here." I say, handing her the test.

Sarah sighs, and goes into the bathroom.

I wait five minutes, and I'm starting to get anxious.

"So, what's it say?" I ask.

"I-I'm pregnant.."