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Chapter 22

"Addison! Harry! Lets go on the freefall!" I scream.

Addison scarfs down the rest of her custard filled churro before running over to me. (A churro is a Mexican pastry lol.) Harry, on the other hand, was walking really slow while looking at the ride. His hand became intertwined with his other, picking his fingertips and biting his lip like crazy. Was Harry nervous? This was about the cutest this I have seen Harry do. I try my hardest not to point out his nervousness.


"Harry! C'mon! It's our turn!"


"Um. Hannah?"


I run over to him before saying, "What's wrong?"


"I... I don't want to go on that."


"Aww. Haha. That's okay. Just wait here ok? Me and Addison will just go."


"Okay. Sorry..."


Me and Addison sit in our seats as the fair worker came to us to check if we were securely locked in. I've heard many people have died on rides like this, but that didn't stop me from trying it. I've always wanted to go on a freefall. I just never had the courage too. The ride slowly starts to rise up. Addison lets out a little shriek. I was just laughing to hide my face of being scared. It didn't look so high from the ground but once you're on this, it's pretty bad. You're so high off the ground. The people at the fair look like tiny ants. I was so distracted by the height that I totally forgot that this ride was suppose to drop. I try to scream when the ride falls but for some reason I can't. My mouth is just open. Once at the bottom again, that's where my scream comes out. How awkward. Other than that, this was the best ride I've been on. Addison's face was priceless, almost turning green as if she was about to puke. I couldn't stop laughing.


"Addison? You're alright! Haha!"


"Never. Again."


The workers release the straps that were keeping us locked. Me and Addison nearly ran back to Harry, signaling that we were happy to be on the ground. For some odd reason, Harry wasn't standing where I told him to stand. I start to panic a little as we are looking around the entire fair for Harry. Nowhere. Some people may say I'm an overly attached girlfriend, but I'm not. The problems that we've been through just made me be extra careful and cautious towards Harry. It's been about ten minuets and still no Harry. Oh c'mon.


"Addison. You go that way and I'll go this way, ok?"


"Sure. I feel like I'm looking for my baby! Haha!"


I smile to hide my worried expressions. Maybe I should call him. Yeah, lets call him. I take out my phone from behind my back pocket and dial #2. Harry was on speed dial. Oh god. Okay maybe I'm a little overly attached. The phone rang and rang and rang. No answer. As I'm about to dial again, I hear Addison telling my name.


"Hannah!" She screams and she swings her hand towards her direction.


I run over to her, hoping she has found Harry. She points to my left and I let out a sigh of relief. Right in my direction was Harry sitting in the teacup ride. All alone. What's going on with him? As I'm walking towards Harry, my phone buzzes with a text. I answer it just to drag out the time.


"From: Unknown Number

Please make sure he's ok, Hannah. xx."



What? Who was this person. I was getting sick of him/her. My heads turns to the left before turning to the right. Who was watching us? I didn't know but that was the least of my worries. I only wanted to see what was wrong with Harry. I finally reach the teacup where Harry sat all alone, sitting right next to him.


"Babe?"


No answer.


"Baby what's wrong? I'm here. You can tell me anything."


Harry looks at me and the first thing I notice were his eyes. They were bloodshot red. Like he'd been crying for hours. I grab his shoulder as motivation to hurry up and tell me. Seeing him cry only made me cry. Then, he spoke.


"My mom always used to ride this with me. She'd spin the wheel very fast to scare me. I'd always scream in excitement. I just..."


I grab Harry's head and place it against my chest. I had no idea that this was the place his mom used to bring him. If he would've told me, I'd never would've brought him here. I feel extremely bad.


"Harry... I'm so sorry."


He looks at me and smiles, "No. Thank you so much. I needed this."


All I could do was smile back and continue hugging him. I didn't quite no what he meant by that but as long as he was smiling, everything will be okay. We walk out of the teacups, not realizing we've been on this for quite a while. We begin to walk towards Addison. Her facial expression as she was looking at her phone was kind of awkward.


"Addison? You ok?"


She takes a deep breath before finding the words she needs to say, "I have to go back to London Hannah. My baby needs me."


"Oh my gosh. That's totally okay!" I say excitedly while trying to hide my sadness.


"Take me to my hotel?"


"Of course. C'mon Harry."


We begin to walk over to the nearest exit of the fair. I was a little sad that Addison had to leave. I forgot she left her baby behind. Heck, I forgot she even had a baby. Other than that, I enjoyed spending the last day I had with Addison. If I would've known it was her last, we would've done something a little bit more crazy. As Harry and Addison continue their journey back to the car, the death defying electronic buzzed in my pocket with a text.


"From: Unknown Number

Thank you for being in my baby's life when I can't. You truly are an angle sent from above. xo."



My heart sank into my stomach. I wasn't too sure at what this person meant. My body trembled at the fact that this might be Harry's mother texting me. She was the one keeping an eye out for us. Still looking at my phone, I didn't notice Harry calling my name until he had to jog back towards me.


"Hannah. C'mon babe." He says. "You've looked like you've seen a ghost."


I couldn't tell Harry this. Well not yet at least. Nows not a good time. I think the best thing for Harry was just to have a non-drama week since I took the week off from work.


"No I'm okay. Lets go." I smile.


He puts his arm behind my waist before walking me back towards the car. The only thought racing through my mind; How could Harry's mom be texting me... If she's dead?



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"Well. My cab is waiting for me outside. I must go now." Addison whines.


I run over towards her, hugging her while crying sad mixed with happy tears. I didn't really want her to go.


"I love you." Addison whispers.


"I love you more." I cry/laugh.


I wave my last goodbyes to Addison before walking back up to Harry's apartment. He was in the kitchen cooking us dinner. To be honest, Harry has never cooked for me so I was kind of excited. It'll only make him twice as hotter if he was cook. Dear god. I walk up behind to hug his waist while resting my head on his back.


"Smells good. What're cookin'?"


"Pasta with Cream Sauce." He cheers.


"Mmm. Sounds good."


Still laying on Harry shoulder, I hear his phone buzzing in his pocket. He didn't answer it, but I'm pretty sure he felt it. Buzz after buzz after buzz. This person calling really needed to speak with Harry. I sneak my hand into his pocket. Stupidest mistake I've made in my life.


"Don't!" He screams while slapping my hand. I back away in shock.


"Oh no. Baby I'm sorry. It's just-"


"No it's okay." I say while rubbing the already sore spot on my hand.


He places the phone on the counter before walking up towards me and kneeling down. His hands rise as if he's giving me a proposal. He taps his hand with his other one.


"Place it here." He whispers, I listen while placing the burning hand on his.


He gently kisses my hand and it instantly feels better. Not really obviously, but the fact that Harry kissed it made it seem like it did.


"I'm sorry."


"It's okay." I smile.


"Lemme take this call ok? Stir the sauce so it doesn't burn."


"Okay."


Harry excuses himself from the room as I am left with the job of not letting the sauce burn. To be honest, I wasn't a great cook. In fact, I hated cooking. My dad was the only one who could cook. My mom wasn't really that great but I do miss her sloppy joes once in a while. At the corner of my eye, I see Harry looking at me all worriedly. As soon as I look at him, he swings his head back into the room thinking I didn't notice. Oh Harry. Knowing my nosey self, I turn off the flame before walking over to the front of the room. I didn't go in because I'm no "that" nosey. I wave me hand to get his attention and mouth the words "what's wrong". No answer. I just stood there until he got off the phone. That made him a bit upset since he ended the call without saying goodbye. It was his face that scared me thought; that worried look.


He walks up to me and gives me a big hug. I didn't hug back because I didn't know what was going on.


"Harry? What's wrong now." I ask.


"They're coming."


"What? Harry who?"


"My boss... And his assistants."


My face gave a confused look to Harry. I hated the fact that he still hid things from me. I pretty much told him everything about me. Can't he just man up and do the same?


"Harry... Is there something you're not telling me."


"Well... The person who hit your head against the toilet seat and gave me the memory pills was released from jail. I couldn't just let him be released. I had to do something."


All this time I thought Harry was telling me the truth. I'm sick of all these lies. My body was trembling with anger. Mixed emotions flew everywhere. I've told Harry everything. I could see Harry's face hold that "I'm sorry" look. Well I'm not falling for it anymore. We've been together for about a month now. Why can't he be honest with me. Before I had the chance to say anything, Harry's apartment door swung open as if someone kicked it open.


"Hannah! Look out!" He screams.


My whole body freezes. I couldn't dodge whatever was coming at me. I should've. I suddenly hear the window of Harry's apartment break. Before I had the chance to turn around, the stranger grabs me after one of his workers grabs ahold of Harry. As the stranger is pulling me out of Harry's apartment, the other was holding Harry; making him watch me being kidnapped.


"Look goddamn it!" The stranger screams to Harry.


I couldn't move or anything. Tears starting streaming down my face. What's going on? Was this a dream? I tried to make myself believe that all of this was a dream and that I'll wake up soon. I close my eyes and pray after the odd stranger threw me in the back of his van. Oh no. Not again.


(Woah. Weird chapter, right? If I was you guys, I wouldn't stop reading ;) This book is gonna go from romantic, to the freakiest book you've ever read. Hehe ;) vote and comment for the next chapter!)