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Author's note: I know that I had promised to post them yesterday, but I got a big surprise from my mom. I hadn't seen her in over a year! She is staying for 15 days! I am very happy and I wanted to talk to her and debrief. Without further do, here is a new chapter of two! Enjoy! 

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The soft glow of dawn crept through the window, casting a gentle light on the room. Y/N stirred in her sleep, feeling the warmth of the bed and the soft sheets around her. As she slowly began to wake, she became aware of a gentle hand shaking her shoulder.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice whispered. She blinked her eyes open to see Harry sitting on the bed, looking impeccable in a tailored suit and with the scent of freshly bathed skin lingering in the air.

“Mmm?” Y/N mumbled, still half-asleep, trying to comprehend what Harry was saying.

“I have to head to London. I have an important meeting today,” Harry explained, his tone gentle but urgent. “I need to leave early. I'll try my best to get back tonight.”

Y/N rubbed her eyes and sat up, trying to shake off the drowsiness. “London? Today?” she asked, the information slowly sinking in. It was rare for Harry to have meetings that required him to travel to London on such short notice.

Harry nodded, concern and determination in his eyes. “Yes, love. It's rather unexpected, but it's crucial. I'll make it back as soon as I can.”

She glanced at the clock and realized how early it was. “Alright,” Y/N murmured, her mind still in a sleepy haze. “I need to get ready for work anyway. Just be safe, okay?”

He smiled warmly, leaning down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “I'll be careful, I promise. I'll call you as soon as I have a chance.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of pride and worry for Harry's responsibilities. She knew how important his work was and admired his dedication.

Harry quickly finished getting ready, grabbing his briefcase and jacket. He bent down to give her a lingering kiss. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes expressing his genuine affection. “

“I love you too,” she replied softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “Take care, and good luck with your meeting.”

With a final smile, Harry left their shared apartment, leaving Y/N alone sleep for a few more hours and to prepare for the day. As she went about her morning routine, thoughts of Harry lingered in her mind. She knew that no matter how busy their lives got, they always found a way to make it work.

A few hours later as Y/N finished her morning routine and prepared to leave for work, she noticed a folded piece of paper on the nightstand beside her bed. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and unfolded the note to find Harry's familiar handwriting.

“My Love,

I hope this note finds you well. I wanted to let you know that my entire staff is at your disposal today. If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask. Andrew will be your dedicated point of contact, and he'll take care of anything you need.

If you require a driver to take you to work or back to the apartment later, it's all arranged. Just let them know, and they'll be there for you. Andrew's number is included below in case of any emergencies.

Remember, you are never alone, even when I'm away. I'm always just a call away, and I'll be home as soon as I can. Take care, and have a wonderful day at work. I love you.

Always, H”

A warm smile spread across Y/N's face as she read Harry's thoughtful words. His consideration and love for her were evident in this simple but caring gesture. It made her heart swell with affection and gratitude for having him in her life.

She saved Andrew's number in her phone, appreciating the support system Harry had put in place for her. The knowledge that Harry had made arrangements to ensure her comfort and safety made her feel loved and cherished.

As Y/N finished getting ready for work, she contacted the driver as Harry had arranged. The driver was waiting outside the building, ready to take her to work. Just as she walked out of the building, she heard her name being called. She turned around and saw James, her ex-boyfriend, standing there. He quickly approached her, stopping her from getting into the car. “Y/N!” James called out, his voice filled with urgency. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with him. It had been so long since they last saw each other, and the unexpected encounter caught her off guard.

“James?” Y/N managed to say, her voice tinged with surprise and confusion. Memories of their past relationship flooded her mind, bringing a mix of emotions to the surface.

“I've been trying to reach you,” James said, his tone filled with concern. “I need to talk to you”.

Y/N's heart raced as she locked eyes with James, her ex-boyfriend. Memories of their past relationship flooded her mind, bringing a mix of fear and unease. She knew what James was capable of and the reasons she had cut off all communication with him after they returned from Italy.

“James?” Y/N managed to say, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and apprehension. She took a step back, creating some distance between them. “There's nothing to talk about. I don't know how you found me, but I need you to leave.”

James' expression turned desperate as he reached out, trying to grab Y/N's arm. “Please, just hear me out,” he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. “I've changed, Y/N. I want a chance to explain.”

Y/N's fear intensified as she pulled away from James, her voice firm and resolute. "No, James. I can't take that risk. I've moved on from our past, and I need you to respect that. Leave me alone."

Y/N's heart raced as James cornered her, his eyes filled with anger and determination. Fear gripped her as she realized she was trapped, unable to escape his grasp.

"You can't get away from me," James sneered, his voice laced with menace. "I won't let you go so easily."

Y/N's mind raced, searching for a way out of this dangerous situation. She mustered up all her courage and spoke firmly, her voice tinged with defiance. "You need to leave, James. I won't let you threaten me anymore. I'm not the person I was before, and I won't be controlled by you."

James' expression turned even more menacing as he tightened his grip on her arm. "You think you can just move on and forget about me? You're mine,"

Y/N felt her heart race as James’s anger boiled over, his grip on her arm tightening. Fear coursed through her veins, memories of their tumultuous past flashing before her eyes. She knew she had to be strong, for herself, for the baby growing inside of her and for the love that she has found for Harry again.

“James, let go” Y.N said firmly, her voice quivering but resolute. “This is not okay, and it’s not going to change anything”.

He sneered, his grip relenting slightly. “You think you can just move on and forget everything we had?”

“It’s not about forgetting,” she replied, her voice gaining strength. “It’s about moving forward and finding happiness.”

James’s face contorted with rage, fueled by Y/N’s rejection. Without restraint, he shoved her forcefully, causing her to collide with the unforgiving side of the building. Pain erupted through her head, an immediate, searing throb that made her stagger, her vision blurring.

Gasping, Y/N clutched the back of her head, warm stickiness coating her trembling feels. Fear surged within her, mixing with the agony pulsing in her skull. She could feel the world spinning around her, threatening to pull her into unconsciousness.

Harry’s driver was out of the car as soon as he noticed James's hands on her. Unfortunately, he hadn’t noticed James or Y/N coming down. He had been on his phone, entertained watching some videos online.

“Y/N!” Max’s voice broke through the haze of pain and dizziness, his alarmed face coming into view. James was quick on his feet as soon as he heard Max calling out to her.

Every fiber of her being screamed with torment, but she summoned the strength to focus on Max’s concerned eyes. He swiftly came to her aid, his steady presence grounding her in the chaotic moment.

“We need to get you help, now” Max urged, his voice urgent and soothing. He bent down and swift her off her feet. He could tell that she was able to make the steps to the car. Every step sent shockwaves of pain through her head, but she gritted her teeth, desperate to stay conscious, to stay strong.

The hospital walls became a blur as she was whisked into the emergency room. Medical professionals swarmed around her, attending to the injury that now pulsed with an instant beat. She fought to stay present, to endure the stitches and the probing questions. But it got the best of her, and she succumbed to the darkness.