Hiding Place - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Part Eighteen

Sorry it's been a while guys! I've been sick, having zero energy to write or even do anything. :\

But, here's a chapter... and I know it seems super short, but it's sort of imporant. 

Anyways, Enjoy!

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Being too lazy to cook, the next day Harry and I decided to go out for breakfast. We went back to that coffee shop Harry took me to when we met because he said that they also served amazing pancakes… he was right.

Halfway through breakfast my phone buzzed and I quickly checked it hoping it was my mother, but it wasn’t. It was a text message from that same unknown number from the day before.

Curious, I opened it and quickly scanned the text,

‘Nothing can keep us apart now, Penelope. -<3’.

Harry must have noticed my fear because he asked right away if something was wrong. I just shook my head, closing my phone and slipping it back into my pocket.

“Nothing’s wrong, I was just hoping it was mum telling me she sent out my documents, but it wasn’t.”

It’s not that I didn’t trust Harry enough to tell him about the weird text, because I trusted him a lot, but I wasn’t even sure what they meant, so I didn’t want to drag him in and worry him. 

Harry smiled at me, that sweet smile that always appears on his perfectly pink lips, “Penny, don’t worry so much about the documents. You’re welcome at my house from as long as you need.” He said reaching across the table and wrapping his fingers around mine. “In fact, I may not let you leave.” He winked.

“Oh? Is that so, Styles?” I challenged.

“Yep. I might just keep you hostage so you can keep me company for forever and ever.”

I burst out laughing at this, him laughing with me.

Harry easily distracted me from the text message, but I couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of déjà vu about them, and that was really beginning to freak me out.