Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

Taken

Chapter 1:

HARRY

"Okay, mum. Yes, I'll be home soon." I heard Niall say as I walked back into my room, returning from the restroom. "Goodbye. I love you, too." He hung up the phone and turned to me. "My mum wants me home soon, unless you want me to stay with you tonight? When are your parents supposed to be back?" He asked. My parents were gone for a business trip, since they own their own company, and they weren't going to be back tonight.

"I have no idea." I breathed out, and I sat on my bed as he sat next to me. "You don't have to stay though." I told him. I noticed that he scooted closer to me, and he put his hand on my knee. "What if I want to?" He asked me.

I turned to him, and he looked at me with longing and desperation. I always knew Niall had a crush on me, ever since we first became friends, but I felt nothing for him like that. He was my best friend and that's all he'll ever be. Without warning, he leaned into me, and he began to kiss me.

I closed my eyes tightly, and I mentally sighed. I gently pushed on Niall's chest until he pulled away. It hurt me every time I had to reject him, but I just didn't feel the same way he did about me. "I'm sorry, Niall." I said as I saw the sadness in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to cry, and that made me want to cry, too. I did care about Niall deeply, but only in a friendly way.

"Please, Harry. I- I love you so much." He whimpered as he looked down at his hands, and I noticed a tear slip down his cheek. "Niall, I just don't feel the same way. You deserve to be happy. You need to move on to someone else." I said as I gently put a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head and looked up at me with determined eyes.

"Just once. Can you please kiss me back just once?" He asked. I opened my mouth to reject that idea, but he quickly added "Just once and I swear I will never try to kiss you again." He looked so torn down and broken, and I just couldn't say no to him.

I scooted closer to him and leaned in until our noses were touching. I heard his breath hitch, and he looked shocked that I was agreeing to this. Then, in one swift motion, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. This was the first time I've ever kissed him back because of the promise he made to not try again after this.

It wasn't that Niall was a bad kisser, because he was actually really good at it, it was only the fact that I didn't like him as more than my best friend that made everything awkward and uncomfortable. I was going to pull away, but Niall pressed his hand to the back of my head and held me close as our lips worked against one another.

He moaned into my mouth at all the pleasure and contentment he was receiving, and I wanted to just pull away, but his hands wouldn't let me. He pushed me backwards until I was lying down on the bed, and he straddled me as he continued to kiss me. Now I wasn't kissing back and Niall seemed to notice as he desperately worked his lips on mine to try and get a response out of me. "Harry, please." He whispered and pressed our lips together again.

I slowly began to kiss him back, just hoping he would stop after this, and he sighed at that. His tongue licked across my bottom lip, and I gently pushed Niall back. "Niall, stop." I whispered and he looked down at me with a hurt look in his eyes.

He crawled off of me and began to ramble. "I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me." I sat up and shook my head, as I pulled him into a hug. "I don't hate you, Niall. You're my best friend." I said.

"I love you." He whispered, and I squeezed my eyes shut at that, knowing he meant it in a lover's sort of way.

"Yeah, I love you, too, Ni." I said, but we both knew I meant a brotherly love, and I knew that's what killed Niall inside. "I should go now." He broke out of my hug and picked up his jacket he left on my desk chair. I walked with him through the hall, down the stairs, and to the front door. "Goodnight, Niall." I said as he stepped outside.