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

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Chapter 9 - Showers & Secrets

Louis' POV

So I've come to a decision. I may have recently admitted to myself that I am in fact, in love with Harry. But I'm not going to tell him. I'm a bomb and at any moment I can explode and I don't want to hurt him. I care about him too much to put him through the same things as my past victims. Harry is important to me and the only way to keep him safe, is if I don't tell him I love him.

I was just on my way to get a shower to relieve the stress of my new discovery, when I heard a soft deep voice singing from inside the washroom.

"Who's that shadow holding me hostage, I've been here for days

Who's this whisper tellin me that I'm never gonna get away

I know they'll be coming to find me soon

But I fear I'm getting used too, being held my you

Oh! Baby look what you've done to me

Oh! Baby look what you've done now

Oh! Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way

Oh! Baby look what you've done to me

Oh! Baby you got me tied down

Oh! Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way

I know they'll be coming to find me soon

But my Stockholm Syndrome is in your room

Yeah I fell for you

Oh! Baby look what you've done to me

Oh! Baby look what you've done now

Oh! Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way

Oh! Baby look what you've done to me

Oh! Baby you got me tied down

Oh! Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way

All my life I've been on my own

I used a light to guide me home

And now together we're alone

And there's no other place I'd ever wanna go

Oh! Baby look what you've done to me

Oh! Baby look what you've done now

Oh! Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way

Oh! Baby look what you've done to me

Oh! Baby you got me tied down

Oh! Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way"

I stared wide eyed, mouth agape, at the door. Harry can sing!? What? And not only can he sing, but he can sing good. Like really good.

Goosebumps flooded my skin at the soft yet raspy tone of his voice. Pleasant shudders coursed through me as he sang the chorus of that song over and over. Was he referring to me?...

I've never heard that song before. Who the hell would write a song about that?

I gently knocked on the door causing Harry's soft humming to halt.

"Louis?" He squeaked. I rolled my eyes.

"No Harry, it's a burglar." I sighed. "Of course it's me you dolt! Can I come in?"

"Well I was actually gonna offer but with that attitude I'm not so sure." He sassed.

"Okay, well I'm coming in anyways." He didn't protest as I opened the door stepping into the steamy washroom. Harry peaked his head out of the shower curtain, his wet curls falling loosely across his cheeks. He was so beautiful.

"Well are you just gonna stand there all day or are you gonna join me?" He smirked. I shook my head rapidly to shake myself out of a daze before stripping out of my clothes and stepping into the shower.

Harry's back was to me when I stepped in, the warm spray of the water attacking his toned chest. He turned to me and grinned. "Hi."

I chuckled at his innocence. "Hey." I smiled. "What was that song you were singing a minute ago?"

His smile faded, confusing me, before he turned around washing his face with the water. "What song?" He shrugged.

"Oh c'mon Harold." I scoffed. "Seriously, who's it by? I've never heard it before."

"That's cause it's my song... I wrote it." He sighed. My eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait what?" I gasped.

He turned around abruptly and rolled his eyes. "I wrote it, okay? Whatever I write songs about my feelings. Go ahead, tell me how lame I am. That I'm such a girl!" He snapped.

My face softened at his words. He thinks I'm appalled when really I'm astounded. This wonderfully perfect boy just got even more wonderfully perfect. His large heart never fails to amaze me.

He had his arms crossed over his bare chest, an adorable pout on his lips, as he moved his eyes to look anywhere but me. I stepped forward a little so I was nearly pressed right up against him. He dropped his arms by his sides, allowing me to reach out to thread our fingers together. When he finally made eye contact with me I gave him a small smile before leaning up to connect our lips.

He hummed appreciatively against mine before slowly moving them. We kissed lazily for a minute before I pulled back, placing a quick peck on his cheek before speaking. "Hazza, you're not lame and you're not girly. You're a wonderful, talented, caring person. The fact that you pour your heart out through something you love doesn't make you girly, it makes you human."

The corners of his lips slowly started to twitch up into a small smile before a full on, toothy grin replaced the previous frown on his face. I grinned back and cocked my head at him.

"Did you just call me Hazza?" He giggled, biting his lip adorably. I gazed at him in complete adoration as he continued to giggle.

"Yah, I guess I did." I chuckled. "It just kinda rolled off my tongue but it fits you."

He stopped his giggle fit and smiled sweetly at me. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I sighed happily.

"I really like it. Hazza. No ones ever called me that before." He pecked my lips before leaning his forehead against mine. "Boobear..."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What?"

"That's your nickname. Boobear." He chirped.

The same cheesy grin Harry once wore was now the look I had on my face as the name ran over and over again in my head. Boobear. "I love it."

"You didn't have much of a choice." He smirked.

I shook my head at him as we stepped under the spray of the shower together. "My Hazza."

"My Boobear."

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A/N I think that's the longest I've gone without updating this story. It's crazy! But I hope you liked it! Next chapter should be good ;) Love you Larries! .xx

Also I know I skipped Louis' part in 'Stockholm Symdrome' but that's cause his part doesn't make sense to this story as of late and its Louis' part so I decided to leave it out.