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Bullshit.

Absolute bullshit is what Harry was full of at the moment. I obviously saw him shove something under his pillow, brave one he is to even try to hide something. It made me wonder what was so important that he had to hide it from me, I thought we were in an okay place at least.

At any rate, as soon as I heard the shower running I was reaching my hand under his pillow and pulling out a notebook. I gave it a once over before opening it, the first few pages being blanked. Smart kid, nice try. I flipped through a few pages before finding the ones he had written on.

On the first page was a note. As I read through it I realized it was a goodbye letter. Harry wanted to leave? No way. I flipped to the second page and sure enough, there was an escape plan, all the details neatly planned and written down.

Tears sprang to my eyes and my brain clouded with more thoughts than I could handle. I was sad, I was confused, hurt, and angry. If he wanted to leave, so be it. He can leave, just not the way he planned. I had a plan of my own.

I put the notebook back and waited for him to come out.

Once he did, he was dressed in skinny jeans and one of my oversized shirts, hair still wet but being towel dried as he made his way back to the bed which I was currently sat on.

I smiled at him as he sat down, pulling him closer to me and answering his questioning glance with a kiss.

I closed my eyes and blindly felt for what I wanted as I kissed him, my hand finally finding and gripping the object. I smirked into the kiss as I brought the object up, smashing the glass into the back of his head, effectively knocking him out.

I got up after moving him off me, going to get supplies as I sorted out the order in which I would need to execute my plan. This certainly is going to be a long day.

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Everything had been carried out that I needed to be done when I returned home. I went down to see curly stirring, eyes blinking rapidly before focusing on me.

"What? Oh-" He groaned, going to reach for his head but being prevented by the rope that currently had him tied to a chair. "Louis?"

His voice came out weak, frail even as he croaked out my name.

I pulled up a chair in front of him, turning it around and straddling it as I pulled out the note from my back pocket.

"Found your farewell letter, darling. I thought you were happy. I mean, I was happy. You told me you believed me, didn't you? I never hurt you, I never did anything to you. I could have killed you, easily, but I didn't. You know why, don't you? I had come to like you. Silly me."

He shook his head, wincing as the pain kicked in once again. He took a shaky breath before explaining. "I am happy, that's why I have to leave. I couldn't say goodbye to you, not face to face. But, Louis, I couldn't stay, I have a life I need to get back to. Love, let me go."

I scoffed, the name nearly offending me. "Don't call me love. You don't mean anything endearing, if you ever did at all. If you do, you won't soon. At least, I hope you won't, it would be kind of insane for you to love the man who's sending you away."

He froze, fear evident in his eyes.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean you're sending me away."

I smirked as I took a curl into my finger, spinning the silky hair and giving it a light tug, earning a hiss from Harry. I let a giggle slip past my lips as the fear visibly grew, showing itself on his whole face now as all the possibilities of what I meant ran through his head.

"Louis, what do you mean you're sending me away?" He repeated.

"Don't you get it, princess? I'm locking you up in the tower."

His expression didn't change. I laughed again.

"Oh, darling. You really don't get it, do you? Oh, Haz. Haz..."

The laugh in my voice was gone. My expression turned cold.

"I'm framing you."