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Time was moving quickly, and for the first time in a while, you were enjoying it. Things had gone rather smoothly since yourself and Tom admitted that you felt a little more for each other than you were reckoning with, so much so that you could happily rest your head back against the palm of your hand and stare out the window to the plane.

It had been a long last couple of months, difficult to say the least, but watching the clouds fly by beside you was more than gratifying, leaving your old life behind and on to start a new.

But, taking with you was a rather big decision you were still unsure about. You had chosen to keep the baby you were now carrying, as the choice hadn't exactly come across time worthy. It was do or die, so you chose to keep it. Tom was more content than you had expected him to be, and you felt safe now that nothing could come between the two of you accept the armrest of the plane seat.

Tom had you flying in first class, and you had been told not to bother worrying about any of the things or belongings you mused were being left behind because they were all to be cleared out and moved to New York once you had safely landed. Tom was on the ball and had already purchased a four bedroomed house, quoting that it was 'just in case' leaving butterflies in your chest, and the wonder of how you had gotten here. You'd gone from a rundown teenager with no life, no career and no future to... This. Flying out to New York in first-class seated beside the man of your dreams. Yeah, maybe you earned a few bumps and bruises along the way, but they faised nothing.

"You want anything to eat, I'm gonna go grab a drink?" Tom nudged your arm gently, bringing your gaze away from the window and towards him. He was mid unbuckling his seatbelt as he smiled at you, loose strands of hair falling out over his face. You shook your head gently, Tom smiling in response before getting up. You watched as he maneuvered down the aisle, before disappearing completely out of sight.

You were maybe four hours in, which meant there were only three hours to go, and you still couldn't shake the peaky feeling in your stomach. You'd spent the majority of the flight staring out the window while Tom slept beside you, or carting your fingers through your hair and sighing. Sitting in one place for a long time was sure as heck giving you anxiety, not to mention the air pressure being exceedingly high.

Rubbing a hand over your eyes, you settled down to watch a movie in front of you to try and pass the time. After the credits had rolled out, and the movie titles had started, you looked down seeing Tom's hand resting gently on the armrest, and you couldn't help yourself from winding your fingers with his.

Tom felt the sudden pressure on his palm as your fingers opened his, welcoming in your hand. He wouldn't usually be fased, but when he felt you clenching down his eyes shot open, looking over towards you. Your teeth were sinking further and further down into your bottom lip, turning the skin a milky white as you continued to breathe heavily, occasionally bringing your hand up to chew at your nail beds.

"Hey," he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, "everything okay?"

You took a deep breath, which only made the pain worse, "I don't know," you swallowed, "I think I need'a move around — go for a stretch" you sighed, looking over to him. Tom nodded, undoing his seatbelt and standing up so you could pass him, which you did rather slowly before reaching the aisle. You made your way down to the bathroom, where it seemed to be occupied, so you rested your back against the wall and waited patiently.

To the sound of the lock flicking, you looked over. A man, around 5'5" wondered out, black hair and lightly freckled cheeks.

That looked exactly like Harley.

Your breath hitched in your throat as thoughts came flooding back, the night you first spoke to when he was shot, right in front of you. Your hands grew hot and sticky, the same feeling as when you held him as his eyes closed and the blood seeped in between the cracks of your fingers. Your mind began racing as old memories tried to pass through, while the other half of your brain was trying to kick them out. You stood there for a moment, having an endless battle with yourself.

You had to pinch yourself a couple of times before you made it into the safety of the rather small cubicle, shutting the door behind you and resting your forehead against it, listening to the pattern of your own breathing. It was jagged and rather messed up, but there were some deep breaths that kept you calm and collected.

After one last breath, you moved over to the sink where the mirror stood, and just looking at yourself sent your breathing into a frenzy again. The way your skin moulded out the black lines beneath your eyes, and the bloodshot around your pupils. The way your shoulders sagged bringing the attention towards your arm, where there was a rather large scar from the sedative Jake gave you. And then suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe altogether. The walls were closing in on you, everything was so loud, the engine of the plane felt like it was inside your mind buzzing away and keeping those dark thoughts alive. You were backing up but the mirror was getting closer and you could see every unwanted spot and scar on your cheeks, lips, nose and under your eyes. You wanted to scream. But nothing came out.

A knock on the door sent your head spinning, and if it wasn't screwed on so tight you knew it would fly off. You quickly doused your hands under the cold tap, splashing your face with the freezing water before flicking your hands dry and wiping them down your jeans, patting your face with a paper towel and unlocking the door. There stood a young woman, rather annoyed before you passed her, cursing under your breath before finding your aisle and moving to sit down.

Tom didn't stand up this time, which caused your legs to knock together almost sending you flying, hand smacking the window as you collided down into your seat.

"You okay? You seem really off?" Tom whispered gently, moving over so he was closer to you as you did your seatbelt back up. You took a deep breath, collecting yourself and placing your hands in front of you. This was nothing worth getting worked over about, you'd had anxiety attacks before and this one was no different. Or so you told yourself.

"Never been better" you smiled despite the lie. You could name over a thousand other moments where you had been much happier than you were now. Now, you were in pain and felt sicker than before you left your seat, but you chose to sit there and brush it off. Why? Because it was guaranteed, nothing.

Time most certainly remained against you for the remainder of the three hours you spent on the plane, as it felt more like three days. It appeared Tom was also feeling the weight, as he too wouldn't stop fidgeting in his seat, keeping you awake for the majority of the flight. You couldn't be mad, though, he was tired and twice as stressed as you were. So, feeling the bump of the plane land on the runway had you feeling the happiest you'd been for the entirety of the several hours you'd been cramped next to the window.

However, you still had to collect your bags and then run through the airport, which you were sure if that didn't give you a stress overload, you didn't know what would.

"Thank you for flying with Emirates, we hope you enjoy your stay here in New York, Thank you" came the voice of the pilot through the intercom, as if a signal that you could finally break free out of the crowded walls and aisles out into the fresh air.

Tom took a while to stand, as you were bang in the middle and there were over 64 rows to get through. You chose to remain seated, watching Tom's head flick back and forth looking for an opening in the sea of people, and yet there wasn't one until the remainder had already exited the plane.

"I'll get the bags, head straight to the gate and I'll meet you there in ten minutes" Tom smiled as he finally managed to slip out into the aisle, your hand cupped with his and he pulled you gently behind him. You gave him the okay and let go, unlocking your fingers as you walked down the steps towards the airport.

Tom took the right whereas you continued forward, keeping your head high as you walked through past the passport check and down towards the gate where Tom had told you to meet him. Luckily, it was mainly empty and there were a few seats available, which gave you the chance to sit down and have a minute. Not like you hadn't been sat down for several hours already.

For an airport of such size, it was mainly peaceful. Well, it was almost five am, but technically that was no excuse. There were flights coming and going twenty-four seven. But you weren't complaining, it gave you a chance to sit back and relax, rolling your head to rest on your shoulder and closing your eyes.

Meanwhile, Tom had been waiting in the queue, feet beginning to sting from not standing for a while, and then suddenly being made to wait in the queue outside the airport. It all seemed boring, but there was one person keeping him occupied. He took the figure of a man, tall and slim wearing a black suit with a white shirt, very FBI agent styled. Tom had been eyeing him for maybe three minutes until the nail was hit on the head. There was nothing to give away who he was or what he was doing at an airport at almost 5 am on a Tuesday morning, not for anyone oblivious to the situation of course. But, Tom wasn't stupid, and he knew things others didn't. Like the badge seated just below his pocket. That was Harry's companies badge.

Tom's heart skipped a beat as the agent finally looked over, catching Tom's stare. It was obvious he was looking for something, and Tom conjectured it was him. But, then he moved away, out into the crowd towards the airport. If he wasn't looking for Tom, then there was only one other person he could be looking for.

He had to get to you. Now.

Tom pushed and shoved through the crowd, occasionally knocking people harder than he would have liked but there was a sudden rush of adrenaline now running through his veins that sent his feet moving faster than he could keep up with. It could be nothing and he could be wrong, but there was something about that man and the badge that symboled his brothers no good antics that had his heart racing and mind spinning out of control. You were alone and vulnerable and there was nothing you could do if he got hold of you. The second he left you alone, there was already someone on your case.

Soon enough the man had fallen out of sight and it only made Tom panic more. He was practically sprinting towards the airport like his life depended on it. Your life depended on it. Harry wasn't dead, and Tom knew that but it had been less than two weeks and already he was out for Tom's... Your neck. The only thing keeping Tom sain was the heavy breathing numbing out every other noise surrounding him as he passed people and staff running down the escalators towards the gate.

You had to be there, you had to be. Tom didn't know what he would do if you weren't.

You were almost asleep when a strong arm grabbed your shoulder. For a second you thought it was Tom, waking you up from your sleep. But when you opened your eyes to see someone in which you didn't recognise, hoisting you onto your feet you panicked. You opened your mouth to speak but before you could say a word you were pulled down through the crowds and out of the airport towards the parking lot. The second you left the doorway you knew something was wrong, this wasn't security or a staff member from the airport.

You squirmed and kicked but it was no use, he was taller and stronger than you and all you could do was watch the airport fade away behind a corner as you were thrown against the side of a car, head pinned back as a strong hand wrapped itself around your throat, coming face to face with the man of your nightmares.

"We want her alive, you moron" a figure pulled the hand away, breaking your airway back open. You chocked so hard you felt like any second you'd cough up a lung, but eventually, you stopped, eyes clouded with tears as you were yanked back up to face him.

"Thought you'd never see me again, didn't you?" Harry smirked with a cocky tone, pulling your hair tighter in his grasp. You whimpered involuntarily as your hands fell to his, trying to loosen the grip on your scalp. "You thought wrong, princess" and with that, your head was slammed against the side of the vehicle, hitting your temple perfectly, allowing the darkness to consume you as your cheek hit the hot concrete.

Tom was a panting mess as he made it to the gate, looking around frantically for your figure, your hair, someone who looked the slightest bit like you. But there wasn't a person in sight that represented you.

Tom was left spinning on his heels for what felt like ten minutes, yet only a couple of seconds had passed.

"Y/N?" He semi-yelled, head flicking around on his shoulders. "Y/N!" He yelled again, but only unwanted heads turned his way.

He checked the toilets, waiting for what felt like hours, he checked the shops around the airport, he waited in one singular spot to see if you passed but there was nothing. He asked around, staff, pilots, air hostesses but nothing.

You were gone. Slipped through the cracks of his fingers the second he left you alone.

The only lead he had was he knew exactly who to blame.

Harry was back. And he meant business.

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And here we are, at the end of the book. Now we wait for the sequel. It's been confusing, I know as some parts of the story got jumbled up. Sorry about that. But, what now hmmmm? Leave your thoughts in the comments....

See you in the sequel 😉