Stockholm Syndrome//H.S

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Here's what happened in the last chapter:

I hear a loud, frantic knock coming from the door.

I roll my eyes.

"Seriously, Harry?" I tease, and start opening the door.

"You do know you can com-"

I gasp as I look up at who's standing in front of me. The apple cider slips out of me hands, and crashes down onto the floor.

Pieces of glass fly everywhere, some hitting my legs.

"COURTNEY!" he screams.

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웃 Courtney's POV 웃

I shove Zayn out of my way, trying to find Harry.

I notice 3 police cars parked, long with an ambulance.

I see the small picnic area, and notice the strawberries all arranged in a special sentence.

"WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?"

I feel my throat go all dry, and I start running around, searching for Harry.

"COURTNEY!" he shouts, and he starts fighting the officer. Harry takes out his gun, aiming it at the officer.

Before he can shoot, another man tackles him.

I see him, on the ground, being arrested.

Just as I begin to run, a pair of arms pull me away.

"You're safe now, babe," he whispers.

"No! I don't want you Zayn!" I shriek.

I see my father and stepmother rush to me, a police officer following them.

"Did he hurt you?" the police officer asks.

"NO!" I yell, trying to reach Harry.

"That man was very dangerous...he must've done something to you!"

"HE DIDN'T LAY ONE FINGER ON ME!" I scream.

They pick up Harry, and Harry tries doing anything to escape.

"BABE!" he shrieks.

"NO! DON'T TAKE HIM! PLEASE!" I sob, tears running down my cheeks.

They pull Harry into the police car, and I start losing my head.

"Let me go Zayn!" I plead. "Let me go! It's the least you can do to let me live happily!"

Zayn looks at me. "But..."

"Live happily with Gigi, and let me go! Let my heart go! I love someone else, Zayn! Please!" I beg.

Zayn looks down. "Kick me."

I bite my lip, and kick him in the forbidden kingdom.

He falls to the ground, his hand flying there.

I look at my parents' confused faces.

The car Harry is in start driving away.

"Miss Thompson, we must check you if you are hurt," a police officer orders, his hand gripping my arm.

"No!"

I take out my gun, and aim it at him.

"Give me the keys...NOW!" I scream.