Stockholm Syndrome//H.S

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✔EDITED✔

Here's what happened in the last chapter:

Harry walks over, and stands over me.

My heart starts beating faster.

He leans down, and presses his lips on my lips.

"Good night," he beamed, closing the door behind him.

I'm left there in shock, my mouth wide open.

"What the heck?" I manage to utter.

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웃 Courtney's POV 웃

As soon as I wake up, I realize how tired I am. I didn't catch much sleep, because my thoughts were running like a crazy pack of wild animals.

I couldn't stop thinking about Harry and about my feelings towards him.

Am I falling for Harry?

"No...no...this can't be!" I cry, placing my hands on my face.

I suddenly run to the restroom, and discover my horrible fate.

Mother Nature attacked again.

I got up, wondering where some pads could be.

I gulp, not seeing where there could be any.

I flush the toilet, wash my hands, and open the door and leave.

I find Harry in the kitchen, shirtless.

"Good morning, Courtney," he bellows.

"G-good morning," I nervously answer back.

"I made eggs with ham," he states.

I gulp. He had to make eggs today...why?!

"Um, I'm not very hungry. Could I just go back to my room?" I croak out.

Harry frowns. "Are you okay? Are you sick or something?"

I look down, my cheeks heating up. "Um...I need...p-p...p-pads.." I whisper the last part.

"Oh," Harry breathes out. I can see a small pinch of red on his cheeks.

"They should be in your closet. I thought that you might want some privacy..." he mumbled.

"Um, thanks. I don't know what I would do without you," I gush.

I walk away, and do my little job.

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I sigh, as I sit down on my bed, thinking about my family.

"I wonder if they miss me," I think out loud.

I hear a soft knock at my door.

Knock! Knock!

"Come on in, Harry," I answer.