Stockholm Syndrome//H.S

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Here's what happened in the last chapter:

"Okay, I will never kiss you again!" he teases, slowly getting up.

"NO!" I shout, and pull him onto the bed and start tickling him to death.

"OH...MY...GOD!" he yells, the beautiful sounds of his laughter escaping his mouth.

I smirk.

"Who's the tickle monster now?"

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웃 Courtney's POV 웃

I put the last sandwich into the gigantic picnic basket, and let out a sigh.

"Are you almost done slicing the strawberries?" I ask Harry, since he's been there for an hour or so.

"Um...I think I need to use the bathroom. I'm almost done, but could you finish up? I really need to use the loo," he whines.

"You can just tell me that you don't wanna cut the strawberries anymore, instead of coming up with the lamest excuse ever," I mumble.

"I really need to pee though, so it's not an excuse," he insists.

I roll my eyes, but I can't resist flashing him a smile.

I take the knife from his hands, and he rushes to the bathroom.

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Harry's POV

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"Oof!" I exclaim, finally letting out all that urine.

I zip up my pants, and wash my hands.

As I'm drying my hands off with the towel, my phone starts buzzing.

I gulp.

I always felt like having a phone was a risk because the police could track me down.

I don't even bother answering, fear taking over me.

The phone stops buzzing, but then it starts all over again.

The phone stops buzzing, and then again.

I sigh, and pick up.

"Hello?" a rough voice calls out.

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유 Zayn's POV 유

"Call the number Courtney used to contact us," the detective ordered.

"Um, Zayn? Would you call? I'm too nervous..." Mr. Thompson asks.

I nod, and take the phone from his hands.

I slowly click the unknown number, and I hear the buzzing.

"Please leave a message," the voicemail lady says.

I sigh, and try one more time. When the voicemail pops up again, I look at everyone and shake my head.

The detective shrugs.

"Try one more time. They do say three is the charm," he mumbles.

I call again, and after a few seconds, the person picks up.

No one answers.

I gulp.

"Hello?" I call out, hoping someone will respond. "Anyone there?"

Silence.

The person hangs up.

"Let's get the police. I've got the location," the detective announces.

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웃 Courtney's POV 웃

"Wow!" I breathe out, my hands running over the roughness of the trees.

"Yup. Aren't these trees a sight?" Harry wonders.

"They sure are!" I exclaim, my eyes taking in everything I see.

Harry takes my hand, and my cheeks heat up.

"It's surprising how much you're loving our mini adventure, and to believe that you didn't even want to come," Harry begins to say for the 100dth time.

"Harry!" I groan, rolling my eyes.

Harry just looks at me.

"Would you be willing to run away with me to another country? Would you be willing to risk your life to be with me?" he suddenly asks.

I gasp.

"Wh-"

"Tell me. If the police was after us, would you be willing to run away with me?" he repeats, his hands caressing my cheeks.

I gulp.

"Of c-"

"Forget it," he growls.

He takes out a little booklet.

"If you ever change your mind, my passport will be here in my pocket, waiting for you."

I stand there, not knowing how to react.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, taking my hands into his large ones.

He pulls me in for a hug, and kisses the top of my head.

"Let's go back for our lunch!" he announces.

"I won't argue with you. I'm starving!" I whine.

After a while of running, the house appears.

I had never noticed how deep in the woods the house was.

I notice the little blanket already on the ground, and the food all set up.

"Crap!" Harry exclaims. "Could you bring the apple cider from the kitchen pantry?"

I nod, and hurry inside.

I look everywhere, but I don't find anything.

"Hmmm...where could it be?" I mumble to myself.

I start hearing commotion coming from outside.

I get up, and I notice the grand glass right in front of me. I grab it, and start walking out.

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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