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abscond:(verb)

Leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to escape from custody or avoid arrest. "the barman absconded with a week's takings." -synonyms: run away, escape, bolt, clear out, flee, make off, take flight, take off, fly, decamp; make a break for it, take to one's heels, make a quick getaway, beat a hasty retreat, show a clean pair of heels, run for it, make a run for it; disappear, vanish, slip away, steal away, sneak away; informal do a bunk, do a moonlight flit, cut and run, skedaddle, skip, do a runner, head for the hills, do a disappearing/vanishing act, fly the coop, take French leave, scarper, vamoose; informal take a powder, go on the lam. "he had absconded from a Borstal."

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"If I'm louder, would you see me? Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me? 'Cause we are the same, you saved me."

Song - More than this

Artist - One Direction

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Harry squeezed my hand as we sat in one of his Limo's. I didn't know where he was taking me, I didn't even ask, in fact, we haven't really said anything since he pretty much pulled me out of the house after reading the letter. 

The Limo stopped behind a gas station. I raised my brows, wondering why we didn't pull out in the main area.

"Come on, quickly love." 

"Harry, wh-"

"Don't ask questions, just quickly get out," He got out of the Limo, and held his hand out for me. "Joe, quick." 

I kept my mouth shut and followed him using my crutches. 

I'm beginning to hate these things, they're so annoying but I guess without them Harry would have to carry me everywhere. 

Not like he would complain about that.

Harry leads me to a back entrance, that's when I saw them. First, there was a girl dressed in the same clothes as me, she's even using crutches and has the same annoying cast on her leg. She walks past us with a man who was wearing same clothes as Harry and looks like him.

"I'll explain everything later," Harry kisses my cheek, his hand never left mine. 

I watched as the couple got into the Limo and it drove off.

I was dragged into the staff restrooms, Harry locked the door behind him.  When I turned around I noticed clothes on the ground. 

"Harry, what's going on? W-who were those people? Why did they look like-" I paused, my eyes widened.

Harry's using them as bait. 

"Oh my god, you-you-"

He laughed, gripping my face with his hands. "If my plan works, which I'm sure it will. We can slip out of England unnoticed."

My forehead rests against his. "I trust you,"

"Yeah?"

"Yes," With my hands wrapped around his neck, I pull his lips to mine. "I love you," I breathe out after he had kissed me passionately.

"And I love you, now get changed and leave the crutches here."

"But I need them to walk, I-"

"You're not going to walk baby, I'm carrying you onto the plane."

My brows automatically raised. "Plane? Where are we going? Wait, Harry? Are you kidnapping me?"

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face, his dimples showing. "Yes Joe, I am kidnapping my pregnant fiancee."

It really hasn't sunk in yet.

We're getting married, and I'm fucking engaged to the one and only Harry Styles.

My name isn't going to be Joe Hemmings anymore, I'm going to be Joe Styles.

Wh-

"Babe, we've got a tight schedule, come on."

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I lost count at seven, that's how many times we stopped and swapped cars. We spent three hours driving all around London, I was just drifting off when Harry drove just outside of the city and turned down an overgrown track between a few trees.

"Harry what the f-" The car bounced causing pain to explode in my ribs. "Ow!" I yelped smoothing my hands across the soreness. 

"Shit, Joe, baby, I'm sorry, just hold on we're almost there." 

"I'm okay," I held onto the door as the car bounced down the road. The bouncing stopped when the trees gave way and opened up to a farmers field. "Harry? Why are we here?"

"Can you stop fucking questioning me! I thought you said you trust me?" He yelled, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the wheel.

I swallowed and refused to say anything or simply give him eye contact.

For the rest of the drive, neither of us spoke.

 I didn't wanna be fucking yelled at again, Harry's rarely yelled like that before so it frightened me.

Finally, the car stopped and Harry got out, I thought he wasn't going to help me but he did. Harry opened my door up, but instead of letting me walk, he fucking carried me. 

I remained silent as he carried me down a narrow path in another field. 

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"Mr Styles!" I guess I must've fallen asleep. 

I'm still in Harry's arms, my eyes slowly flutter open as Harry says, "Yes we made it, thank you for doing this."

"Of course Mr Styles, your jet is ready for you." 

"Jet?" I questioned. 

Harry turned us around, my jaw instantly hit the ground. 

There, in the middle of a farmers runway, sat a bloody jet. 

"Might wanna pick your jaw up babe," Harry chuckled causing his chest to vibrate against me. His phone beeped. "Ah excellent, our doubles have arrived at the London airport."

"Doubles?" Ohhh, I'm an idiot. "You mean those-"

"Yes, we are going to be taking off at the same time. Our doubles are heading for a romantic getaway in New York, everyone thinks that's us. I'm hoping Henry's spies follows them and not us." 

I was completely and utterly speechless.

This man, did all of this, for me.

"Harry-" I couldn't say anything since my hands were around his neck I pulled his head down and kissed him. 

He groaned against my lips when I pulled on the roots of his hair.

Someone cleared their throat causing us to pull apart, Harry's grip around my body never got loose. "Mr Styles, Ms Hemmings, it's time to board."

Harry nodded his head. When he looked down at me in his arms, I noticed his eyes were greener than normal, they had some spark in them. 

"Where are we going?" I managed to ask, my lips tingling from the kiss. 

He carried me up the stairs into the jet, not answering my question. So I didn't say anything, Harry gave me a quick tour of his jet, saying it's just us and five staff including the pilot. 

We even had our own bedroom. 

I was seated on a chair with Harry next to me. "Harry? where-"

As per usual, I was cut off. 

Harry turned to me and smiled, his hand brushed over my cheek bone. "I'm sorry about that road Joe, I didn't-"

"Harry, if our doubles are going to America, where are we going?"

His smile only grew. "I am taking you home to see your mother."

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A/n

Okkkkkkkayyyyyyyyyy... So Harry is smart but I hope Henry fell for their doubles.

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