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

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A/N Guess what guys, IM WRITING A NARRY STORY!!! It won't be out till I'm finished either this book or S.O.O.D but I'm going to start writing it on my free time!

But back to this book, I have 2 warnings, smut... As the picture probably gives off and also a lot happens in this chapter so it'll be kind of long but totally worth it none of the less .xx

Btw sorry for the long wait but in order to write smut you really have to be in the mood, if you're not its a challenge but here it is!
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Chapter 10 - You're Not Just A Meaningless Fuck

Harry's POV

It's been a week since I've told Louis I love him and even though we've grown much closer, he still hasn't said it back. We haven't had sex since the morning I woke up cuffed to the bed but have exchanged a few intense blow jobs here and there. And yes, you heard me, Lou actually let me take charge and suck him off. I rather enjoyed it actually.

I don't know where we stand at this point but I definitely don't see him as my kidnapper anymore and he doesn't see me as some guy he kidnapped. Well, I don't think he does anyways. Neither of us ever mention that and I'm glad. With my recent confession im always afraid he'll realize I'm not his flat mate but was originally a victim, he might make me leave and as crazy as I am for saying this, I don't want to.

Louis brings out this amazing array of feelings I've never even imagined in my most amazing and perfect dreams. He makes me feel alive, not being in the same old routine all the time with the same snobby customers and shitty work hours.

He's exciting, riveting. Whenever I'm with him I feel invincible, like nothing in the world could hurt me because he's right there. He's holding me up.

I don't think he understands the power behind the words 'I love you' when I say them to him. He doesn't understand that those three words aren't even enough to describe how much he means to me and how much I'm always gonna need him. I can't sum up all the words to describe how much I love him, it's just not possible.

I've known him for a mere two weeks and already it's hard to remember my life before him and impossible to picture the rest of my life without him. That's not an option.

It's crazy because I've basically given him my everything, literally just dropped it all into his hands giving him the opportunity to do whatever he wants with it, but he hasn't even told me how he feels about me.

I know that sexually, he craves me. But emotionally? He's too confusing to tell. I just wish he wasn't so guarded.

"Hazza?" A gentle voice called from upstairs. A small smile slowly crept onto my face.

"Yah boo?" I chirped.

"Would you come up here, dinners on the table." Oh great... God, if you're up there, please let the food be take out and not home made...

As I finally stepped through the doorway of the dining room, my eyes landed on a delicious looking plate full of different types of sushi. Mine and Louis' chairs were next to each other rather than across from and in the middle of the table there was a beautiful little candle. The lights were dimmed and soft music was playing from the stereo that was hooked up to Lou's phone. One thing was missing. Louis.

"Lou?" I called. A pair of soft hands gently covered my eyes, causing me to let out a gasp as my back was pressed into someone's chest.

"Shhh baby, it's me." Louis rasped out before placing soft, wet kisses from my earlobe to my shoulder. I hummed in approval, leaning my head back against his shoulders.