Stockholm Syndrome

Thirteen

AN/ Sorry for not updating sooner!! Will try and update more regularly but i have exams and stuff :/ :/ Please comment ;P On with the story::::::

Francis' POV

I swiftly place my feet on my desk which overlooks the city of London. I received a call from Peter, one of my most trusted assistants, telling me that Harry and Ava are in Hampstead Heath. You could say I am paying him to spy on them but I'd like to call it 'keeping an eye on my daughter'.

She needs to know that Harry isn't all he seems to be. He changed her life from the moment he walked into it. I thank him from saving her from Brad but if it wasn't for Harry in the first place it would never have happened.

Harry is a monster who took her freedom and hasn't told her and unfortunately she has fallen in love with her shadow that's holding her hostage.

I lean forward, adjusting my cuffs on my shirt before grabbing my phone and dialling Peter's number.

"Boss"

"Yes. What are they doing now?"

"Walking and talking."

"Okay, have you got the camera with you?"

"Yes sir."

"Right. Does Ava have a bag with her?"

"Yes"

"Well, I need you to walk into her, causing her to drop her bag. Make sure you pick it up first and attach the camera to it. Okay?"

"Yes Boss. Consider it done."

Ava's POV

My fur coat hugs my body tightly. My hand tangled in Harry's as we walk through the beautiful scenery of the heath. I lightly rest my head on Harry's shoulder, a few of his curls peeking out from his blue beanie.

"What do you want for Christmas?" I ask Harry as he glances down at me.

"I've got everything I want already." He chuckles. "But, if you do want to get me something, surprise me but I do like black." His mouth forms a smirk and I hit his arm.

We continue walking until a tall man wearing a striped scarf and black trench coat walks straight into me, making me drop my bag.

Harry quickly pulls me out of the way and confronts the man.

"Watch where you're going." The man fiddles with my bag quickly before Harry snatched is off him.

"Sorry, Sir. Just doing my job." At that the man walks off in the opposite direction, leaving us bewildered.

"What did he mean by 'Im just doing my job'?" I mumble as Harry hands me my bag back. I scan it to see if the strange bloke left anything but it seems fine.

"I have no idea, probably just a pap."

We continue walking, the ground gradually beginning to get steeper and my inner child speaks.

"Last one to the bench is a rotten egg!" I yell, sprinting off up the hill.

"Hey! That's not fair, you got a head start." I hear Harry call behind me.

Im nearly there, when I feel a hand on my arm, pulling me back and spinning me around.

"You know, it's normally me that is running away from a girl, not the other way around." He laughs.

"You know, I love the guy that I was running away from."

"Really?" He says sarcastically.

"I don't know... You'll have to tell me."