Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

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Chapter 12:

I quickly pressed my lips to Louis', finally feeling that amazing rush that ran through my veins as our lips connected. It was magical, and it made me feel like I was floating into space. Everything else disappeared. It was only Louis. My thoughts, my senses, my heart- Louis'.

He kissed me back, and I felt all of my anger disperse from my body, flooding out into the kiss we were sharing. It quickly became a good snogging session, but I wasn't complaining. I felt like every single bone in my body ached for Louis' healing. I felt like my heart yearned for his loving.

"God, Harry. You're so perfect." He whispered out between kisses, speaking in a rather breathy voice. My lungs felt like they were burning, begging for me to break away and get air, but the kiss was intoxicating and addictive in so many ways. It took every single ounce of strength I had in me to pull away from Louis for air.

We were both breathing hard, our noses still pressed together, but our lips a bit a ways apart. I looked up at Louis and saw that his eyes were closed. His eyes were closed, but I noticed the soft smile that formed on his lips. It was an actual smile, just like the time he smiled in the kitchen.

I found myself hypnotized by his pretty, little smile, but then my attention switched back to his eyes as they opened and I was met with that ever deep sea of blue. They were like crystal waters just skimming the surface of the ocean. This time, the emotions weren't blocked, but rather exposed to anyone who cared to look.

"Harry, I- I like you. A lot, okay? I know that- that I'm not supposed to, but I do. There's something different about you, and it just pulls me in closer every time I see you." Louis said, and it made me feel so alive! My heart fluttered and I tried to hide my blush and look away. This is the first time I have ever been in a situation where I actually liked someone that way. And he was my kidnapper.

"Louis, you're my kidnapper. You're using me for ransom." I stated factually. It's not like I wanted to admit my emotions for him out loud. I think he already knew all about them from that kiss we just shared. I tried to muster as much of my feelings for him into it.

"I know." He sighed. "I know, but... maybe we can pretend. Until you have to...." I knew he was going to say until I had to leave, and I was glad that he trailed off. I find it scary that just thinking about leaving Louis gives me a small panic attack, but I just didn't want to be away from him. He was perfect in every way, and he had a pull on me, too. Stronger than what I had on him, most likely.

"Please?" He asked. There was that word again. It was such a foreign word coming from Louis' mouth, and I noticed that anytime he said it, his vulnerability would show through. It showed everything he was trying to hide behind- every emotion in those stone cold eyes.

I nodded slowly, watching as Louis' face broke into a smile, the biggest one I've seen from him. He seemed happier than a kid in a candy store, or Niall when his football team wins a match. His smile was literally like sunshine. His eyes shone and small crinkles appeared beside them. It was such an attractive look on him.

I was a bit taken aback when he leaned in again and pressed his lips to mine, this kiss being much slower than any of the ones we've shared. I managed to kiss him back, reveling in the feeling of his lips on mine; letting the feeling wash over me and overtake all of my senses.

"Great!" He finally said as he pulled back, and I only laughed a bit at his enthusiasm.
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I woke up the next morning feeling better than I ever have before. I actually felt full of life, and not like I was being held captive. Yes, I did sleep alone last night, but that was only because this whole thing kind of scared me. I was very into Louis, but how would people react to this? This was far from a typical hostage- kidnapper situation.