"You!" Harry's mother accused. "I knew it was your car the second I saw it outside. I told you not to come back here anymore!"

"You did. But I couldn't stay away."

"So you can touch him all over again, huh? That's what you want to do?" Nana said. She went over to Harry who had stood up and the first thing she noticed was his lip. "What did you do to him?! Sweetie look at his lip. He hit Harry."

"What?" His mother ran over to him and pulled him into a hug. "You put your hands on my son again?!"

"No. I didn't. We went out today and some stupid thugs did that. Ask him yourself."

"What?! You went out?! This is why he's supposed to stay inside! You knew that and still took him out! Just get out of my house!"

"When Harry comes with me."

"He's not leaving and going anywhere with you. Look at what you let happen to him. Get out." She repeated.

"No."

"What're you waiting for?" Nana said. "Just call the police. He thinks he's tough but let's see how tough he is in prison. They don't take too kindly to rapists."

He glared at her. "You and I both know I didn't try to rape Harry that night, so why don't you just cut the act and tell the truth. You never liked me the second you laid eyes on me and from that day onward you were looking for anything to get me to stop seeing Harry. Well it's not going to work anymore. You can't stop me from seeing him because he's coming with me. Come on Harry. Get your coat."

Harry tried to pull away but his mother kept holding him. "Stay right here Harry. You don't have to be scared of him."

"Scared of me? He's not scared of me. He loves me and I love him too."

"Ugh. You are sick, you know that?" Nana chirped in and she gave him a nasty look. "You're taking advantage of his disability to satisfy your criminal and sexual motives. Honey, send him to jail. Stop trying to give him chances. You're just putting other young girls and boys in danger by leaving this monster on the streets."

"Wait, you think I am the monster? Me?! No, you two are the monsters! You think it's better for him that he stays locked up! You think it's better that you don't teach him anything! Harry doesn't want to be inside. Can't you see that?!"

"Harry is incompetent. He doesn't know what he wants. That's why I and his mother are here."

He was fuming now. "You hypocrite! You hate when people judge him because of his disability yet you are using it against him! Harry knows more than you think. But neither of you take the time to be around him to find out!"

"You shut your mouth!" Harry's mother said in reply. "You don't know anything. It's a terrible world out there and he is safe and sound when he stays in here with us."

"You are so transparent. You don't care about how dangerous the world is for him. You just don't want to teach him because you're afraid that if you do, he won't be as dependent as he is anymore and you won't be able to easily persuade him into letting you lock him away from the world. You're both selfish people. And you know what? I think it's pretty clear why you keep putting off calling the police every time your mother tells you to. You know that I didn't try to rape Harry that night, don't you?"

"I said shut your mouth!"

"Why can't you just be honest with yourself because I already know why you're doing this. You're doing this because of Harry's disability but people with mental disabilities can be loved too."

"No. Get out of my house."

"Not without Harry. He wants to come with me. So he's coming with me."

"Harry doesn't want to come with you."

"Yes he does." He reached out for Harry's hand and Harry reached back but his mother snatched him away before they could touch.

"Harry. Tell them who you want to go with. Go on. Tell them."

They looked at him intently just to see what he would say. "I want... I want to go with Zayn."

His mother and grandmother gasped. "Look what you did! You've brainwashed him!" His mother let go of Harry and came over to Zayn. She was repeatedly hitting him in his chest, at his face and on his arms. When Harry saw that, he let out an ear piercing scream that got everybody's attention.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

The whole room went almost quiet and all that could be heard was Harry's sobs. All this had overwhelmed him. It was just too much for him to witness.

"Come here, Harry." Zayn said in a soothing voice and Harry ran over to him and hugged him tightly.

"Mummy..." He sniffled. "Mummy hit you."

"I know. But I'm okay. Why don't you go get your coat and wait for me by the front door. Okay?"

He nodded and he took his coat from the arm of the couch.

"If you take him out of that door, I'm calling the police surely this time. And I will charge you with kidnapping."

Zayn wasn't bothered. "He's eighteen and wants to go with me. So it's not kidnapping."

"You think you're so smart, don't you?" Nana asked. "Well you're not. In case you didn't know, he is mentally retarded which means he'll likely need a guardian. We're going to go to court, his mother will legally become his guardian and then you'll have no choice but to bring him back to us or go to jail."

"It's too late for that. You should've thought about that before he turned eighteen."

She folded her arms. "And why do you say that?"

He laughed. "Because we're married."

Their jaws dropped as they looked at him. "You liar."

"Nope. We've been married for five days now. Our marriage certificate should be coming in the mail at our new place in about a week in a half. Now I guess when it comes to a guardian, I'll be the one to decide whether he actually needs one or not, won't I?" By the dumbfounded looks on their faces, Zayn knew he had gotten them.

"You're lying. You've never been here with Harry! How could you have married him?" Nana said.

"I've been here almost every week since you told me to stop coming. If you were ever home with Harry like you should have been, you would have known that. You would have known how many times I've taken him out of the house."

"But you needed proof of his age to even get the marriage license to marry him. You couldn't get your hands on those things without knowing where they are." Harry's mother said smugly.

"The bottom drawer of the desk in the office."

She gasped. "You went though my important papers?! You thief!"

"Harry is eighteen. He has the right to his information just as you have the right to yours. You try explaining to the police that you tried keeping those things away from an eighteen year old who wanted to marry. See how far that gets you."

Nana was so upset. "You tricked him. You tricked him into marrying you and now there's nothing he can do. I still stand by my word. You are sick!"

"I have had enough of you, Nana. As a matter of fact, I've had enough of both of you. So what I'm going do is... I'm going to take my husband and we're going to go home. To a real home. One that's far away from here and one that's not full of selfish people with selfish desires. Harry's going to see everything he wants to see. He's going be an eighteen year old, he's going to be happy and most of all, he's going be loved... By me... And you can't do anything about it."

Nana and her daughter stared at him completely shocked, anger and betrayal both written on their faces. They couldn't believe they did this. They let this man into their home and had no clue that he would or could ever take Harry away from them. Why didn't they do better? Why didn't they ever watch Harry more carefully?

When Zayn exited the living room, they didn't even try to stop him. He found Harry in the kitchen playing with the buttons on his coat. "Are you ready, Harry?" He asked.

He nodded. "Yeah."

Zayn took his hand. "Come on then. Let's go."

They went out to the car and they did see Harry's mother and grandmother in the doorway. But Zayn still drove off. He drove off without so much as a second glance in their direction.