*Harry*

As I entered the house with several pizza boxes and beers in my hand, I peered through the glass doors outside. Everybody was out there and looked to be having a good time. Setting everything down on the counter, I slid open the backdoors and stepped outside. Only then did I notice Samantha's belongings were here as well; however she was nowhere to be found.

Furrowing my eyebrows together, I stuck my hands in my swimsuit pockets. "Harry! You get the goods?" Louis asked, flipping his hair from his eyes. "I did. Is Samantha in the bathroom?" I asked, pointing to her things. Liam shook his head as he shot the basketball in the mini water hoop we had. "She's getting her necklace from your room."

The minute the words left his lips, time froze. Quickly backing away from them, I hurried inside and up the stairs. I could hear her shuffling around in my room, and as I yanked my bedroom door open; I saw her jump back in fear. She immediately began to laugh, as she held a hand to her heart. "Jesus you gave me a heart attack." I felt myself growing angrier, as I peered down at her. "What the fuck were you doing in here?" She laughed once more, and looked at me softly. "I left my necklace here, but I couldn't find it." I felt myself relax a bit with her words, and sighed. She wasn't going to find it because I took it and locked it away. I didn't like the fact that Niall had given it to her.

Pushing her from my way, I ventured further into my room. "Did you touch any of my shit?" She was far too short to reach the key, so I wasn't worried about her having gotten into my closet. I was just beyond paranoid at the thought. Rolling her eyes, I watched as she clenched her fists. Was she holding something? "No, and calm down. Your shit is fine. Do you know where my locket is?" She rolled her eyes as she spoke, and seemed to be rather annoyed with me. Typical. "No, and don't come in here again without fucking asking me!" I seethed, my anger boiling over again. If she were to discover my obsession with her, I'd have to take matters into my own hands. "Whatever Harry. No need to be such a dick about it." As she walked away from me, I slowly tried to contain my breathing.

After hearing her footsteps descending down the stairs, I searched around my room to make sure she hadn't taken anything. I had a bad feeling deep down that I just couldn't shake.

"Woah. Where ya going?" Ashtons voice carried throughout the house, and I quickly ran downstairs to see what was going on. Samantha had her bag over her shoulder, and slipped on her shoes as she told them all goodbye. As she spun around to leave, she crashed into me roughly and stumbled back laughing. "Where are you going?" I pondered, my expression cold. "I need to get some more rest. I'll come by later."

Cocking my head to the side, I raised an eyebrow with my words. "Feeling sick?" She rolled her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest. "You saw me last night, you should know." I laughed with her words and stepped off to the side so she could leave. "Try and come back if you can. I bought pizza."

Not speaking another word, she silently nodded her head before taking off across the street. I had a bad feeling deep down, and I had no idea as to why. Spinning back around, I watched as Luke picked something up from the ground. "Aww." "What is it?" I asked, walking over to the outside fridge and grabbing myself a beer. "Sam dropped her necklace." I nearly spit out my drink, as I snapped my head to him. "She what?" Holding up her locket, he dangled it in the air. "She must've dropped this." Ripping it from his hands, I waved him off. "No worries. I'll give it back to her." I forced myself to laugh but deep down I was absolutely fuming.

Pushing past them, I quickly ran back into my room and was quick to unlock my closet. Throwing it open, I dug through my room trying to find the locket. I really wanted to believe she didn't find it, but I knew she had. "Fuck!" As I scrambled around, my eyes finally landed on my sketchbook that was lying on the ground, open. I knew I didn't leave it like that. I felt my stomach drop and my chest tighten, as I picked it up. It was turned to the drawing of her fast asleep, and directly beside it was a picture for inspiration. Snapping my head over my shoulder, I nearly screamed upon seeing one of my shirts slightly out of place and shoved to the side. Ripping my clothes back, I began to feel dizzy and enraged. As my eyes dropped to the floor, only then did I notice the water droplets that had fallen from her skin. She had seen fucking everything; and tried to fucking convince me otherwise. She was petrified of me; no wonder why she wanted to get the fuck out of here.

I was shaking with anger, and running over to my curtains; I ripped them open. Both her blinds, and curtains had now been drawn and I began to shake with anger. She fucking knew. She knew I was the one that had been stalking her, and she now knew about my psychotic fucking obsession. I could get fined, a restraining order against her; or even jail time if she reported this. Granted, she had no evidence on her person but still.

I was beyond outraged and was shaking I was so fucking pissed. She should have never gone snooping, because now she was going to fucking regret it.

*Sami*

The minute I was safely back inside my house, I made sure to lock every door and window. I shut all of the curtains in every room, and upon collapsing onto my bed; I began to sob.

He was sick and fucking twisted. He had all sorts of photos of me. Ones of me walking on the street, eating out, showering and fucking sleeping. He had clothing items and things of mine that I thought had gone missing, and even had my fucking perfume because god knows why.

I felt my stomach churn, and had to fight back the urge to vomit. What the fuck do I do? Do I tell somebody?

As I tried to sit and process everything, my phone buzzed. Niall had texted me, asking me where I'd run off to but I didn't bother responding. I needed to get the fuck away from my house for a while. My parents had a property up in the mountains a ways, and I knew it was available to stay in for the time being. I needed the time to get the fuck away from Harry and the others, and regain my thoughts. I didn't know what I was going to do.

I didn't even bother changing, as I grabbed my suitcase and threw a bunch of clothes inside. I didn't give a fuck what I was grabbing; I just needed to get the fuck out of here. Running into my bathroom, I gathered some toiletries and threw those into my suitcase as well. I filled my duffle bag with some extra items like my apple tv, laptop and chargers; before lugging everything downstairs. I made sure the coast was clear and Harry wasn't creeping from anywhere, before hurrying to my car and tossing everything into the back. I was still in my swimsuit, but honestly I didn't care. I made sure my house was completely locked up, before getting into my car and backing out of my driveway.

Unfortunately I didn't make it very far, before Niall came running out of Harry's backyard and stepped in front of my car. "What's going on? Where ya going?" I was in a complete frenzy right now; for I didn't want Harry to see me and risk getting followed. "Niall I gotta go." He frowned, as he leaned against my open window. "Why?" "Please just go. I'll text you okay?" He looked rather hurt, as he backed away from my window. Blowing him a kiss, I stepped on my gas and quickly took off out of my neighborhood.

The entire drive was spent in near silence. I kept glancing at the road behind me every so often to make sure I didn't see his car. Even the sound of the radio would cause me to get anxiety, so I ended up just shutting it off entirely. It took me nearly two hours, but upon making it; I was relieved. We lived in a private and secluded area, that you needed a passcode or members pass for. Driving up to the security gates, I handed the guard my pass. She smiled kindly and tipped her hat, before allowing me to go through. "Please be safe miss." "I will, thank you." Collecting the pass back from her, I drove through the gates and off to our property. There were only about four other properties in this area, and they were all secluded from one another. It was quite nice, given how remote it was; however it could be very eerie in the nighttime.

I wasn't paranoid about Harry finding his way up here. Although he knew we had a property, he didn't know the address, code to get in as a guest, nor did he have a pass. I wasn't the slightest bit worried which is why I knew I needed to come up here.

As I pulled into the driveway, I killed the engine and was quick to grab my things. I'd already texted my parents and told them I was coming here, and they didn't care. I was almost twenty-one and was an adult. I was capable of doing things for myself. I felt an instant wave of relief as I entered the house, and again made sure to lock all the doors. There weren't any curtains in here, but I wasn't worried about that.

Pulling out my phone, I finally returned Nialls text messages and told him where I was. I wasn't keen on giving him the address either, just in case he were to slip up accidentally. As he bombarded me with a plethora of questions, I found it was in my best interest to just shut my phone off entirely. I didn't need to stress myself out. Taking a deep breathe, I grabbed a towel from one of the closets before making my way outside. We had a pool here as well as a lake, and the lake was desperately calling my name. Running down the small hill in our backyard, I kicked off my shoes and dropped my towel down on our little dock. I got a running start before jumping into the refreshing water, and instantly began smiling. I was so safe here, and everything felt so tranquil.

By the time I had finished swimming around in the water, the sun was just beginning to set. I had gotten here around three-thirty in the afternoon, and I imagined it was nearing seven. Pulling myself out onto the dock, I wrapped my towel around myself and dried off. Grabbing my shoes, I made my way back up to the house and slid open the backdoors. Dropping my shoes to the ground, I tied the towel around my waist as I made my way over to my suitcase. Pulling it open, I grabbed out a simple outfit that consisted of nike pros, a graphic shirt, sports bra and underwear. I also gathered my shower necessities and made my way up the stairs to the master bathroom. One benefit about my parents not being here was that I got the master all to myself.

This was going to be a great week, I just knew it.