Obsessed (16+)

She got away, but she wasn't safe. He would come back for her. No one ever got away from him

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What could have possibly been in that box? It must have been really important to have a lock on it. The box was the only think racing through my mind as we sat and ate dinner. I stared at Harry, thinking what he possible could be hiding. He got up and put his plate in the sink. I looked down at my plate to see that I had only taken a few bites.

                My appetite had gone down the more I got lost in my thoughts. I joined Harry on the couch as he turned on the TV. The note popped into my head. When I first heard the sickening note on the news Harry and I didn’t talk about it. I didn’t want to know what it meant.

                “What are you thinking about?” He asked placing a kiss on my forehead.

                “To be honest…that note.”

                “Don’t worry too much. He doesn’t know where we are. We are one hundred percent safe here.”

                I nodded, but I wasn’t too sure of his words. Are we really 100 percent safe? He’s going to find us, I know he is. I haven’t been telling Harry, but lately the nightmares have come back. Even with him sleeping next to me. Luckily I don’t wake up screaming so I can hide them from him. The nightmares always end with that guy finding us and killing us.

                I cuddled up closer to Harry. Even though it was the middle of the day I was extremely tired. The nightmares wake me up in the middle of the night and I normally don’t get to go back to sleep. My anxiety medication had run out so I’ve been having small panic attacks which make me even more tired.

                “Babe, you look really tired.” He said looking down at me.

                “Yeah, just couldn’t get very comfortable last night.”

                He nodded and wrapped his arm around me. I felt my eyelids start to flutter shut.

                Harry had just left for work and I was home alone for the next nine hours. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Just as I got comfortable the doorbell rang. My heart sped up. Who could possibly be in the middle of the woods? I slowly made my way to the door and opened it.

                “Miss me.” It was the guy from back in England.

                “No it can’t be you.”

                He shoved me back to get through the door. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up the stairs.

                “You’ve been extremely difficult Brigh, but that all ends today.”

                “Why me?”

                He put his finger up to his mouth signaling me to be quiet. I felt my button lip quiver and my eyes started to sting.

                “Don’t cry beautiful.” He ran a finger down the side of my face.

                He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. I looked down to see that it was a knife. A sob escaped my lip and he brought it closer to my face. He used it to move a strand of hair out of my face.

                “Please.”

                “Shh, it’ll all be over soon.”

                He quickly slid the knife across my leg, making me scream out. The stinging continued to get worse. He did it again and again. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. He moved to my arms, cutting again and again. My leg and arms became heavy and I couldn’t move because of the pain.

                “Each of these cuts are for every second I’ve wanted watch the life drain from your eyes.”

                He raised his arm and plunge the knife into the center of my chest.

                “Bright wake up!” I shot up at the sound of Harry’s voice.

                “It felt so real.” I whispered.

                “Brigh, you were screaming so loud.”

                “The nightmares came back.”

                “How long?”

                “A few weeks.”

                “Why didn’t you tell me?”

                “I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

                “Brigh, I worry about you every day. I can’t help but worry about you. Please tell me when something is wrong.”

                “It’s about that guy from back home. It’s always him.”

                “Don’t worry he can’t find us he-.”

                There was a loud bang and we shot of the couch. The door lay on the ground and police piled in, guns pointed at Harry.

                “Harry Styles, you are under arrest for murder.”

                I stared at Harry tears burning in my eyes. They must be wrong it can be him. Harry couldn’t have killed anyone. I looked over as Kate ran through the door. She ran over to me and grabbed my arm. She dragged me outside. I was to in shock to fight her.

                “Brigh, look at me.”

                “Kate, what’s going on?”

                “It was Harry, all of this was Harry.”

                “But there has to be someone else. He had a boss. It couldn’t have been Harry, he would of killed me.”

                “He’s killed a lot of people.”

                “I don’t believe you.”

                “Come on, there’s a car waiting to take us to the airport. We’re going home Brigh.”

                “I can’t leave without Harry. I have to be with Harry.”

                “Bright, he’s insane.”

                “No, don’t say that.”

                She pulled me over to a black car where a lady stood in a suit.

                We got into the car and closed the door. As we drove down the long driveway, I could see them putting Harry into a police car. I felt a tightening in my chest the further we got away from him. At this point I don’t care what he’s done. We’ve been through so much shit together and he’s done nothing but protect me. He would never hurt me, I know that.

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                England. The dark gloomy clouds, the cold weather, and the rain. I would be happy to be back home, but I don’t have Harry. I need Harry here with me, to know that we made it home safely, that everything was over. But not having him here with me, makes me feel even more unsafe. I know that he would never do something like this. I know that there has to be someone else out there. I know that guy in my dreams is the real killer. I know.

                We pulled up to John and Edna’s house. I slightly smiled at the familiarity of the house. I got out and grabbed my back. As I was walking I saw a head of bright red hair walking out of the house. It took me a minute to realize it was Michael. The last time I saw him, he had green hair. I dropped my bags and ran up to him. I threw my arms around him.

                “I’m glad your back.”

                “I would say I’m glad to be back, but my boyfriend kind of just got arrested not even twenty-four hours ago.”  

                “I’m so sorry, but it’s all over now.”

                “I don’t feel like it is.”

                “Why do you say that?”

                “Because Harry would never hurt anyone. I know someone else is still out there.”

                “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you know. Me and Kate both will.”

                “But Harry is sitting in jail. He’s innocent. There were murders here while we were in America. It’s not Harry.”

                I looked up from my hands to his face. I notice that he had gotten an eyebrow piercing.

                “Oh my God you got an eyebrow piercing.”

                “Yeah.” I wanted something different.

                I looked down to see some new tattoos around his arm.

                “What the hell you got more tattoos too.”

                “Yeah, you were gone for a while.”

                We walked inside the house and I smiled widely when I saw Edna and John. I ran up to Edna and gave her a big hug.

                “I’m so happy to see you honey.”

                I smiled at her familiar wrinkled face. There was a knock at the door and Michael went to answer it.

                “Hello, I’ve heard that Brigh has returned and I would like to see how she’s doing.”

                “Yeah, you’re the guy who knew where Harry was.”

                I turned around to see my worst nightmare, wearing a leather jacket. He walked over to me and I scooted closer to Kate.

                He extended his hand to shake. “Hello, I’m Zayn.”

 

 

 

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Here's chapter 39 I hope you enjoy it. Well a big thing was just revealed. Zayn is boss. Let me know what you guys think of it. Comment s ate very much appreciated. :) 

-Tessa

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