My heels wobbled from beneath my folded legs, causing me to smack the ground. I knew I should have immediately put the newspaper back, knowing that the small words printed below the stomach dropping title will only have me run further away from Harry. For once, my legs disobeyed my mind as I found myself still sat in the same position, forcing myself to read the small words that were blurring from the shaking of my hands. I briefly closed my eyes, taking a huge breath, preparing myself for the worst. Has Harry attempted murder? Has his family helped him? Is that why he left the country? I shook my head, focusing my attention back to the beaten up newspaper that was published in 2004.

"Two siblings reported to be almost murdered in the small-town community of Cheshire, Holmes Chapel.Gemma Styles, age 13, and the youngest sibling, Harry Styles, age 9, were found laying unconscious in a park West of Calvert Ave. around 5AM Sunday morning. The siblings were drugged by an unknown suspect, leaving them unconscious for over 4 hours. Police conducted an extensive investigation, but to no avail. This left Police to assume the unknown suspect who committed this crime is the same criminal who is guilty of the past two murders of the Stevenson siblings, committed in late 2003, and the Williams siblings, committed earlier this year. What leads the assumption of the Styles family criminal being the same criminal as the past two murders, is seeing that the two siblings were found unconscious from the same drug used on the past two murders, before the murder actually occurred. Police highly recommend to always walk in groups and to avoid late night strolls as the criminal has still not been found. If you know any further information about this crime or have witnessed anything remotely suspicious, please contact Cheshire Constabulary."

I swallowed back the lump in my throat and quickly blinked away my forming tears. As I flipped the newspaper over, I examined the few papers that were messily stapled onto to the back of it. My eyes ran through each word, making me realize that these were papers printed out from a computer about the history of the Stevenson and Williams murders that were briefly mentioned in the newspaper article. As I flipped through the pages, I noticed the criminal who committed these murders went strictly after siblings. The individual was reported to briefly stalk the family before the murder, making sure he/she knew the children's day to day routine. I felt my stomach turn the minute I read that the criminal murders one sibling before the other, forcing the other sibling to watch. He/she then dislocates each of the children's body parts, leaving almost nothing except for a few limbs so that the parents of the children can identify them. It was not told what the criminal does with the other remaining body parts he/she takes off with, because they have never been found. I quickly shove the papers back as neatly as I can before quietly closing the crammed drawer and jogging towards the washroom. The second my knees hit the floor, I let my stomach release everything into the toilet. Once my heaving eventually stopped, I leaned my head against the cold bathroom wall. My mind was racing, new tears forming in my eyes. How are some people so cruel? My tears only came out faster the minute I think back to all of the times I have pressured Harry into telling me about his past. He already had to live through this nightmare, so why would he ever want to have to retell the story? He's mentioned having things from his past still haunt him to this day, and that is now no surprise to me. He was only 9 years old, so young and confused about everything that was going on around him, only for his older sister to be taken away from him a few years later. My thoughts were eating me alive, could the criminal who almost... Killed Harry be the same person who took Gemma away? The only thing I truly want in this moment is to be in Harry's arms and repeatedly tell him how much I love him. My mind is torn, do I tell him that I know? How? I'm sure it will only start a fight and he will end up yelling at me for snooping, but how on earth am I supposed to keep this to myself when it's eating me alive? I quickly stand from my feet, my knees still slightly shaking. I run my fingers through my hair before tucking the loose strands behind my ears. I quietly turn the tap on and splash cold water on my face, before drying it off with a towel. I take in the girl that's standing in front of me. Her face pale, light bags laying beneath her tired eyes. I quickly shake my head and take a deep breath before deciding on going back to the bedroom. I step through the door quietly, letting my body relax on the cushioned bed that was now laying beneath me. I rolled over to my side, hearing a low groan come from behind me. A familiar pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, soft curls tickling the back of my neck.

"Where were you?" He grumbled, as he nuzzled his head further into my neck, his bare body pressing into my back.

"I needed to get some water, my throat was sore." I whispered, letting my eyes close in the comfort of his arms. I felt him smirk against my warm skin.

"Mm, sorry baby." Although his voice was thick with sleep, I could still hear the humour behind it. I blushed, wishing I rethought my choice of words. "Get some sleep.. I love you." His raspy voice trailed off, leaving me to believe he fell back asleep.

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After last nights discovery, there was no way I could fall back asleep, leaving me absolutely exhausted when morning came. I buried my face in the pillow, desperate for the blinding light that was shining through the window to go away. I unintentionally groaned, gaining a low chuckle to come from behind me.

"Good morning to you too." His warm mouth began to nibble my earlobe, causing a soft moan to escape from my lips. I bit down onto my lip, his bare body still pressed firmly against my back. He began trailing small wet kisses down my neck, his body now shifting to hover over mine. As his kisses trailed down my collarbone, he slowly began to unbutton the baggy plaid shirt I was wearing of his. Knowing where this was going, I brought my hand up to his and gave him a shy smile before sitting up straight.

"Hold on, I have to pee!"

He playfully rolled his eyes at me, struggling to fight the smile off his lips. After using the toilet, I decided on quickly brushing my teeth. I ran my fingers through my knotted morning hair, trying my best to look at least some what decent. As I make my way towards the bedroom, I heard soft music (listen to this while reading) coming from behind the closed door. As I quietly cracked the door open, I found a smirking curly headed boy laying in the middle of the bed, sheets hanging just below his bare hips. I slowly walk towards the bed, noticing the curtains drawn back and a few candles lightly lit. My body relaxes to the beautiful music, making me suddenly feel more confident and sexy. A shy smile spreads across my lips as I seductively walk closer to the bed. I crawl towards the smiling boy in the middle, his green eyes never leaving mine. I slowly straddle his hips, the thin sheets being the only thing that is separating me from his naked body. His hands gently run up my stomach, chest, stopping right above the few secured buttons that were left. His green orbs stared into mine, as his warm arms replaced the piece of now missing clothing. I smiled, leaning my bare chest flat against his as my lips slowly moved with his.

"What is this?" I murmured against his soft full lips. I felt him smile, before slightly drawing back his head.

"Lianne La Havas, you like it?" His eyes bore into mine as he smiled at me adoringly, his dimples indenting his cheeks. I nodded my head, greedily reconnecting my lips with his. As his one hand ran down my side, I felt the thin sheets slide from underneath my body, before they were pulled above both of our bare bodies. The sound of my heartbeat picking up was easily heard as Harry's tongue softly caressed my own. His large hands were placed on my hips, his fingers tracing small shapes onto my skin. His breath quickened along with mine, groaning as he pulled me closer against him. I ran my fingers down his inked skin, grazing my fingertips over the deep lines of his torso. It was only now that I could feel the hardness of him pressing against my behind, causing a wave of pleasure to run through my body. He shifted underneath me and slightly raised my hips, lowering me onto him before I could even process what was happening. The burning sensation filled me, only to be replaced with unbelievable levels of pleasure seconds later, causing me to throw my head back while his hips began to move more intense, and rougher below my own.

"God, Emma.." His words, his tone, his hot breath hitting my skin, sent goosebumps all over my body.

I leaned forward, biting down onto his shoulder to stop myself from screaming out in pleasure. His head now buried deep in my neck, his groans and cries matching my own. His hands controlled my waist, his pace of lifting my hips and rocking me back down intensifying. I let out a soft whimper of pain, my body still sore from the previous night.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He grunted, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips slightly parted. "I can finally feel every single part of you." His voice trailed off, his lips mumbling against my neck. "No more fucking condoms separating us."

My body was suddenly flipped over so I was now laying flat on my back, Harry's body hovering over me. He carefully lifted one of my legs, his pace slowing down as his hips start to move with the rhythm of the music. His thrusts are deep, filling and claiming me, biting and sucking at the skin on my neck with his warm, wet mouth. I throw my head back in pleasure and squeeze my eyes shut, my fingers raking down his toned back. He lowers his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, his free hand dancing down the length of my hips to settle between our connecting bodies, stroking small circles over my sensitive numb. Sounds of moans were echoing off of the walls, surrounding us while Harry repeatedly slipped himself almost entirely out of me before plunging himself in deeper before. My walls clench tightly around him, my back arching off of the bed.

"Let it go, baby." He panted, his pace slowing down.

His soothing words and deep thrusts sent a wave of pleasure over me. I could feel my legs shaking and no matter how hard I tried, my eyes closed against my own will. My mouth hung wide open as the intense feeling in the pit of my stomach finally subsides, only for Harry's to follow behind seconds later. His body stills above mine and I suddenly feel him fill me. The feeling is overwhelming as I carefully study his face, the crease in his brow is defining above his closed eyes, the damp sweat on his face glistening in the candle light. I try not to cringe at the empty feeling once he pulls out of me. He rolls onto his back and I watch as his chest rises and falls erratically. I cuddle into his side, his arms instantly wrapping around my fragile body. Although the room is warm, I reach down for the sheets and tug them over our bare bodies. I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes, feeling the exhaustion fully take over my body.

"Harry?" I whisper, my head too heavy to lift up.

"Yeah?" He asked, his voice coming out tired in a low rumble.

"I love you."

"I love you too, so fucking much." I smile, drifting off to sleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat and his one hand gently running through my hair.

Notes

Sorry for ending the last chapter like that, I most likely scared you all and that's what I wanted! ;) Flashback to Chapter 24, when Harry's face drained colour from the mention of the word "Murder." Who listened to the song while reading? It is one of my favourite songs right now and I listened to it non stop while writing this.

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Sex scenes, yay or nay? I can always skip them if any of you find them uncomfortable.

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