Henry's POV

Schwoz, Ray, Charlotte, and I are all in the Man Van.

Charlotte is asleep. Or at least she kind of is.

She's been in and out of it since we left the house Matt had her at.

A few minutes ago she woke up. She was crying and saying Ray's name and my name. She kept saying things like she couldn't breathe and she kept asking why we weren't coming.

Ray ended up getting in the back of the van with her. He would say soothing words to calm her down. Soon she was asleep again.

Ray had to stay back there with her. She wouldn't go back to sleep without holding his hand.

"Ray, is she going to be okay?" I ask.

"She'll be fine." He says.

Charlotte is laying on the couch in the Man Cave.

"Why can't we just take her home?" I ask.

Ray spins around in the chair. "The way she's acting, it seems as if Matt drugged her. It wouldn't be good to take Charlotte home drugged. Now would it?"

I shake my head. "No, it wouldn't. But what if her parents get super worried? What if they get the police involved?"

Ray thinks for a minute. "We could zap their brains."

I look from Charlotte to him. "What do you mean by that?"

"Make them not remember the past couple days."

I nod. "Oh, yeah. That sounds good."

"She's waking up." Ray says as he stands up and walks closer.

We look as Charlotte's eyes open. She looks around at the ceiling. She still looks so tired. She raises up. Her hand goes to her head and she winces. She looks up at us. Her eyes widen a bit. The she gets up and runs away.

I look at Ray. "Uh,"

He shrugs and walks after her. "Charlotte, are you okay?"

Violent vomit noises come from her.

Charlotte and I are sitting on the couch. Ray is in his room, sleeping. He hasn't had much sleep since this while stalker thingy began. Now that he knows Charlotte is safe, he can sleep.

Charlotte is sitting with her legs close to her chest. She has a wet cloth over her forehead.

"Are you okay?" I ask. "Do you need water? Or anything?"

"I'm good." Her words said that but her voice didn't sound like it at all.

I look down at my hands. I'm not sure how deal with this. I'm not sure what to do when someone you know and care about gets hurts not just physically but mentally too. And another thing is bothering me.

Did she really think we weren't going to come? Did she really have that much faith in us?

"Char,"

She raises her head up and looks at me. "Yeah,"

"Did, um," We make eye contact.

Charlotte raises her eyebrows at me.

"Did you really, uh," I don't understand why this is hard to ask her.

"Henry," She says her voice sounds a little bit concerned.

"Did you really believe we weren't going to come and get you?" I ask.

Her eyes widen. "How do you-"

"You were talking in your sleep."

She doesn't say anything. She raises up and puts the cloth down from her face.

"Yeah, I did believe that." She says.

I move closer to her. "Why?"

She huffs out a breath. "Well I don't know." She says. "I was scared and by myself."

"Char,"

"And I thought you guys didn't want me around anyway. Plus I was drugged. I don't know what stuff came to mind."

"Charlotte," I grab her hand.

She stops talking. Our eyes remain connected.

"I'll always come after you."

Her shoulders seemed to relax.

"Now I don't know about Ray and Schwoz." I say.

She smiles and laughs a bit.

"But I always will."

"Well that's good to know."

She says that and I'm suddenly lost in her eyes.

I can feel a greater force pulling me towards her. It's like she has her own gravity pull and I'm in her orbit.

Charlotte leans too.

We are close. Too close.

My eyes fall from her eyes to her lips.

We're closer.

Then she turns away. She pulls her hand from mine. She stands up and walks to the computer.

"Do you wanna watch videos?" She asks too quickly. "I think PewDiePie uploaded something new."

I smile and laugh to myself. I stand up and walk to the computer too.

"Sure,"

"I'm ready to go home." Charlotte says to Ray.

He nods standing up.

While waiting for Charlotte to become normal, we watched a movie.

Before leaving Ray grabs the device that erases minds.

We get to Charlotte's house.

Charlotte opens the door and walks in. Her parents are on the couch. They turn and look at her. They look delighted and angry.

"Charlotte, where have you been?!" Her father yells.

"We have been so worried!" Her mother says her voice cracking. She might start crying.

Charlotte rolls her eyes and turns to walk to her room. "Just zap their brains. I'm going to sleep."

Ray holds the device up and aims it at Mrs. Bolton's head.

"Who are you?" Her father asks. "What are you doing?"

Ray presses the button. Mrs. Bolton falls to the ground. Mr. Bolton gasps.

"Henry, what's going on?" He asks me.

I shrug. "I don't know."

Ray hits him with the beam too.

"We should put them in their beds." I say.

Ray groans. "You like work. Don't you?"

I roll my eyes at him.

After putting Mr. and Mrs. Bolton in their bed, we go to leave.

Ray exits the house.

Quickly, I run to Charlotte's room. I open the door and peek in.

She's lying on her bed. She's not asleep. But she's covered. Her eyes are open, staring at the floor.

"They are in their bed." I say.

She jumps and looks up at me. She raises up. "Okay. Thank you."

"Are you going to be okay tonight?" I ask her.

She looks like she really thought about it.

She smiles at me. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm always fine."

"Okay," I say grabbing the door handle. "Night, Char."

"Night, Hen." She says.

I shut the door.

It's around midnight.

I'm sitting in my living room watching TV.

I'm not supposed to be up. I have school tomorrow.

But I told myself I have to stay awake. I have to stay awake in case Charlotte needs me.

She might call and I need to be awake to answer the call and make her feel better.

There was a knock on the door.

I tense up. What if it's a murderer? What if it's a burglar? I think I could take them down.

But what if they had a gun?

There was another knock.

Okay. I don't think they'd knock on the door.

I stand up and walk to the door.

But what if that's their trick?

"Henry, I'm not a murderer or a burglar. Just open the door." It was Charlotte.

I open the door.

We stand there. In front of each other. With my door open.

"Hi," She says. She's in her pajamas. The color is blue.

"Hey," I say. I'm in my pajamas. Red and black and plaid bottoms.

Charlotte sighs. She's staring at the floor. "How are you?"

"I'm good. And you?"

She looks at me. Her expression makes her look lonely, tired, and scared. She sniffles, indicating that she's going to start crying.

I grab her by the arm and pull her in. I pull her closer to me and hug her.

She stands there for a second, not responding. Then she puts her arms around my waist. She begins shaking and typical crying noises come from her.

"Say nice words to make me feel better." She says into my shoulder.

"You look beautiful today."

She laugh a little. The vibration of the laugh runs through my body and my heart starts to speed up.

I try to pull her closer to me so I know she's safe again. But it's not working for me.

Why do I feel like she's going to slip away?

"Were you scared?" She asks.

"Yeah," I say.

"Why?"

"I thought," I pause for a second. "I thought we weren't going to get to you in time. Or that we'd never find you. Or that he would touch you and you'd be scared to come near anyone."

"Henry,"

"Yeah,"

She shrugs. "I don't know. I just wanted to say your name, I guess."

"My door is still open."

"Oh!" She releases me from the hug and turns around. She shuts the door. "Sorry about that."

She wipes the wetness from her cheeks.

"Do you want to watch TV?" I ask.

She looks over at the TV and nods. "Yeah,"

We walk over and sit down.

"You need to remind me to leave so when my parents wake up they won't freak out about me being one." She says slipping her shoes off and pulling her legs closer to her.

"I will."

It was in the middle of a commercial when Charlotte put her head on my shoulder.

It was in the middle of the television show when I find the courage to hold her hand.

It surprised me when she didn't pull away and call me weird.

She moves her head. "Hey," She almost whispers it.

"Yeah,"

"I've got a question for you."

"And what is it?" I ask.

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you." I say.

"I mean in the other way, like-like." She says.

"Like I said," I say. "Of course I like you."

"Oh," She says.

We're both quiet for a few minutes.

"So um, do you, uh, like me that way?"

She doesn't answer. Instead she asks a question.

"What time is it?"

"2:30," I answer. "Char, are you going to answer the question?"

She stands up and begin to walk towards the door. "I better leave now."

I walk after her. "Charlotte,"

She opens the door and turns to me. "What, Henry?"

"Are you going to answer the question?"

She smiles at me. "And what question was that?"

I close my eyes and groan. "Do you like-like me?"

"Of course I like-like you." She says.

She walks back and gives me a hug.

"I'll see you later." She leaves.

I'm totally asking her to be my lady.

This is the final chapter.

I want to thank everyone for reading this story, even though it took my what seemed like years to update.

I love you so very much!

And please be on the look out for another Henry Danger story by me.

I'm not sure when I'll post it but I hope it'll be soon.

Again thank so so so so so so so so much for reading.