Obsessed *Editing*

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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The click of the lock made my heart beat faster. The box was unlocked but I still sat staring at it. What if what’s in the box will completely change my mind about Harry. I mean it would take a lot to change how much I am in love with that idiot. I took a deep breath before opening the lid. My brow furrowed in confusion.

                The box was filled with women’s jewelry. Why the hell does he have a box of women’s jewelry? Are they from ex-girlfriends? If so why does he keep them? So many thoughts were racing through my mind that I almost didn’t hear his car pull up in the driveway. I quickly locked the box and ran to the bedroom. I flung open his suitcase and buried the box back underneath the clothes where I had found it the first time.

                I had just gotten the suitcase zipped and back under the bed when Harry walked into the room. He gave me a confused look.

                “Why are you on the floor?” He asked removing his coat and walking to hang it up in the closet.

                “Well, I sat down on the floor to work out, but then I got lazy and just sat here.” I lied convincingly.

                “You’re such a goof.” He said chuckling.                    

                “Yeah, yeah, yeah now where’s my food?” I asked standing up. I may have lied convincingly but my heart was racing a mile a minute.

                “In the kitchen duh.” He said sarcastically.

                I playfully pushed past him and ran to the kitchen. I heard him laughing as he walked out behind me. I saw he had went to McDonald’s and gotten some breakfast. I smiled as I sat down to eat. As we both finished eating I could see Harry looking at me out of the corner of my eye.

                “What?” I said turning to him smiling.

                “You just look really beautiful.”

                I looked down at my sweatpants and tank-top then back to him with a weird look on my face.

                “Harry my hair is a mess, I have no makeup on, and I’m dressed like a slob.”

                He scooted closer to me, “You look absolutely beautiful like this.”

                He kissed me passionately.

                “Hey you know what we haven’t done in a while.” He said smirking at me.

                “I think I have an idea.” I said kissing him again.


                We lay cuddling and just relaxing. I looked at the clock to see that it was 3:00 pm already. I turned over to face Harry and he smiled at me. I smiled back and lay my head on his chest. I listened to his breathing and heartbeat.

                “I love you.” Harry whispered kissing the top of my head.

                “I love you too.”

                “We should probably get up and do something productive even though I’d like to stay like this forever.”

                “I’m hungry again.” I sighed.

                “We did just use a lot of energy.” He said making me laugh.

                I sat up and pulled one of his large t-shirts over me. It wasn’t quite long enough so I put a pair of shorts on. I fixed my hair and walked out to the kitchen. Harry followed me not to long after that. There had been thoughts the past month that we’ve been here about this place. Do we live here now, is this our home? We haven’t even been together very long and we already live together. This is technically our house.

                It felt weird because I’ve never lived with a guy before. Up until now I’ve lived alone for two years. I pushed the thoughts away as I made Harry and I a sandwich. I walked over to where he was sitting on the couch and handed it to him.

                He thanked me and I sat next to him. He flipped through the channels until he found some old episodes of Bones. I sighed happily and finished my sandwich. After Harry was finished he wrapped his arm around my shoulder I lay my head on his.

                “Hey, if you ever have any more nightmares then you tell me okay.” He said randomly.

                “Where did that come from.”

                “I was just thinking about this morning. You looked really scared, and I know it wasn’t about being eaten by a shark but you don’t have to tell me what it was about if you don’t want to.”

                I knew that my fake nightmare wasn’t very convincing.

                “Don’t worry I’ll tell you when I have a nightmare. And I’m sorry for lying about the one this morning.”

                “It’s fine, it was obviously so traumatizing that you didn’t want to relive it.” That was an understatement.

                I thought about rather I should tell him what it was really about or not.

                “Hey does the name Zayn sound familiar.” The look on his face was one of anger and confusion.

                “How the hell do you know that name?” He said scooting away.

                “It was in my dream. That guy his name is Zayn. Is that really his name?”

                “How could you possibly know that?”

                “I-I don’t know, I just dreamed it.”

                He ran his hands through his long hair and sighed. Then he got up and walked away. I thought maybe he was going to get something but he was gone longer. I walked over to the bedroom and tried to open the door, but it was locked.

                I knocked lightly, “Harry, let me in.”

                “Go away.”

                “What? Harry just let me i-.”

                “I said go away.”

                I didn’t bother on trying anymore. I walked out to the living room and say back down on the couch. It had gotten colder in the room and all of the wood for the fireplace was in the bedroom. There were also no blankets out here so I was stuck in a t-shirt and shorts with no heat and no blankets. I almost got up and demand he let me in, but I don’t want to start a fight or anything.

                I curled up on the couch and pulled my legs up into the t-shirt as much as I could, and tried to focus on the episode of Bones that was on the TV. It was kind of hard to ignore the numbing feeling in my toes and the shivers that took over. I pulled my arms into the t-shirt as well and tried to stay warm. I grabbed my phone to see the temperature outside was 35 degrees.

                I heard footstep, but stayed focused on the tv. Harry walked out and stood in front of me. He noticed my shivering and sat down next to me pulling me close to him.

                “Babe you’re freezing.”

                “All the wood was in the bedroom.”

                “You could have just told me it was freezing out here. You’re barely wearing anything, come on lets go get you warmed up.”

                I followed him to the bedroom where he had a fire going. I could feel the instant rush of warmth. We walked over to the bed and lay down. He pulled me closer to him and I instantly stared to get warm. By now the clock read 9:00 PM. And I was very tired. The warmth was now making me tired and I started drifting off to sleep.


                My hands were tied behind my back and I was strapped to a chair. The side of my head hurt like I had been hit there. I had just woken up like I had been knocked out. I looked around until I saw Harry sitting across from me tied up just like me. I tried to yell to get his attention, but my yells were muffled by the cloth over my mouth.

                I tried screaming as I saw a figure approaching us. Harry was still knocked out across from me. I started crying as he walked over to me. I looked up and recognized this man as Zayn. More tears came falling down my face as he walked over to Harry, knife in hand.

                Harry started to wake up and looked up to see the man standing in front of him. His eyes widened and he started to struggle against the ropes that confined him to the chair. I tried screaming at the man to not hurt him. Harry looked over to me with tears in his eyes. The man dragged the tip of the knife along his jawline lightly. I tried hard to escaped the ropes, but failed.

                The man quickly dragged the knife along his throat making me scream against the cloth.

                I jumped up sweating and crying. This caused Harry to jump up as well. I looked over at him and quickly hugged him. I started crying harder. I’ve never had a dream of Harry dying; they’ve always been me dying. I can handle the idea of death it’s something I’ve been thinking about for the past few months. I, however, could never stand the idea of Harry dying.

                “What was the dream about?” He asked rubbing my back.

                “Oh my god, it seemed so real.”

                “Sh, it was just a dream.”

                “Thank god you’re still here.”

                “Is that was the dream about.”

                “He killed you, oh my god me made me watch.”

                “It’s okay, it was just a dream. It was just a dream.”

                “I don’t anything bad to ever happen to you.”

                “It won’t.”

                “I don’t want you to ever leave me.”

                “I’ll always be with you, not matter what.”

                “I love you.” I was still crying and rambling on.

                “I love you too. Now, let’s try to get back to sleep. And I promise you that when you wake up, I will be right next to you.”

                I nodded my head and he laid us both back down. I put my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. The feeling of his embrace comforted me and I found it easy to fall back to sleep.

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Hey, so like I feel like this chapter is really stupid for some reason lol, but I wrote it late at night and it’s not as long as I was expecting it to be. 

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