Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson AU) **ON HOLD**

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Chapter 7 - Kiss me

Harry's POV

Because you haven't asked? Why does that sentence mean so much to me? I didn't ask him to screw the living hell out of me either but that didn't change anything.

"I don't get it..." I mumbled. He looked down at me, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Don't get what?"

I sighed. "How you seem to have no boundaries with me and yet with something as simple as kissing me, you draw the line."

He kissed my forehead chastely before gently running the tips of his fingers up and down my bare spine. "Because Harry, sex is a game. It's something we crave, something we want. It's pleasure. Let's face it, we can't have kids so why would gay people even have sex? For pleasure."

I looked up at him through my lashes, my lips parted in astonishment, as he smiled down at me.

"But kissing... You don't necessarily feel pleasure from kissing. You feel more. Passion. It's so intimate and loving and special. That's something I didn't want to take away from you. If you want me to kiss you, well fuck would I ever love to kiss you." I blushed at his comment. "But I'm not going to until you ask. I promise you that much."

"Thank you.." I whispered.

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"HAROLD EDWARD STYLES HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU!?" Uh oh... I must've forgot to put the jug of milk back in the fridge. Again. He's gonna kill me. I'm gonna die. Well it's been an okay life, I guess. Goodbye cruel world...

"Harry!!" Louis shouted, storming into the living room. I looked up at him and grinned innocently as he crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot on the ground like an angry parent.

"Er.. Yes, Louis?" I squeaked.

"What did I tell you about the milk? Hmm?"

"Uh..." I stammered. He knows it was me, I won't even try to make excuses. "I don't know Lou, maybe your house is haunted!" What!? C'mon...

He smacked his hand over his face in irritation and began to charge at me. I screamed and jumped up from the couch, running to the opposite side of the living area and cowering against the wall.

"Harry! I've had to buy new milk four times! This is getting just ridiculous! Are you trying to piss me off!?" He groaned. Ouch...

"No!" I gasped. "If I wanted you to beat me senseless and pound me into that shitty bed that you make me sleep on I'd just ask!!"

He looked to me shocked and angry before stomping over to me. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me!" I snapped. The next thing that happened was something I've never seen before. He didn't even touch me but his fist connected to the wall beside us, making a huge hole. I gaped at him.

"I don't choose to be that way!!" He yelled, flipping his glass table causing parts of it to smash. "It's a problem I can't control! I don't want to hurt you, I just do!!"

I took slow, cautious steps towards him. He grabbed one of the picture frames from the shelf throwing it past me. It hit the wall causing the glass to shatter and the wooden frame to break. I flinched when he punched another hole in the wall.

"Louis!" I shouted. "Louis calm down!"

"No Harry! I can't fucking do it anymore! I can't!" He had tears of anger streaming down his cheeks now. I was almost right in front of him.

"Can't do what Lou?"

"This! Anything! I just keep hurting you and other people and I- I just can't do it anymore." He croaked. My eyes widened in realization.

"Louis you can't kill yourself!" I gasped.

"Why not!? You don't want me! I hate myself! All I do is hurt you! Just let me do it Harry!" I chased after him as he ran into the kitchen. As he whipped a knife out of the drawer I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes starting to well up in tears as he continued to sob.

"Please don't do this..." I croaked.

"I'm sorry..." He held the knife in both hands and lifted it up, getting ready to impel himself.

"No Louis!" I screamed. There's only one thing I can do to stop him. "LOUIS, KISS ME!!"

The knife dropped from his hands as he stared at me in shock. I walked over to him until we were so close, our chests were almost touching. "W-what?..."

"Kiss me.." Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around my neck pulling me towards him. When our lips finally touched for the first time I was flooded with a sensation I'd never felt before in my whole life. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist pulling us impossibly close together as I started to move my lips eagerly against his.

I backed Louis up against the counter, leaning into him as much as possible. When his tongue made contact with my bottom lip I didn't waste time parting my lips for him. He rolled his tongue into my mouth meeting mine half way. I tilted my head to gain more access to which he easily obliged, rolling his tongue against mine hungrily.

When we eventually did pull back for air, I rested our foreheads together still holding onto him as tightly as I could, though I don't think he was complaining.

"Don't do that to me ever again." I panted.

"Do what?" He whispered.

"Don't scare me like that ever again. Jesus Christ Lou, you can't leave me! I need you! Don't you get that?" I groaned looking into his eyes.

He looked at me sadly. "Why Harry?"

Why did I need him? I don't even know what I'm saying but I do know that I love the way I feel when I'm with Louis. I like how he's the first person to ever touch me the way he has. I like how he tries so hard to cook perfectly for me. I like how he knows all my weak spots and that he knows how to comfort me. I like how his eyes crinkle by the sides when he laughs and the great amount of pride it brings me knowing I'm the one who made that happen. I love that he's secretly so sensitive but he's kinky and great in bed. I love it when he does his best to make me smile because it makes him smile too. I love the fact that he was my first time... Oh my god...

"Because I love you..."