S T O C K H O L M S Y N D R O M E

Chapter Fourteen

Harry Styles' POV

"Mph," I hummed in pain, as my head stung and my body hurt.

Harry was lying on the side of my couch, and I was covered in a blanket, while he was there, asleep and cold.

Holding my hand.

Tears came into my eyes, and I let them fall down my cheeks, with last night rushing all back into my mind painfully.

Jared wasn't who I thought he was.

Harry...

Oh Harry.

My heart exploded at the sight of him, and he had helped me when I was weak, just like I did for him.

He saved me.

And I could never thank him enough.

He was my prisoner.

Yet he felt like a..

Like someone I could fall for.

I had never really thought about falling in love before Jared, and even for him I didn't think about love, just a little crush I guess.

And neither did I plan on falling for Harry.

I guess it could be another small crush.

Which made the tears fall harder.

I was a bitch to him, I kidnapped him, and now I had the guts to think about liking him.

I was so messed up.

I couldn't like Harry.

Not now, and anyways, he would never like me back.

Not after this.

I shifted slightly, never letting go of his hand.

Then, I realised I was all bandaged up.

Which made me want to kiss him. God.

"Harry," I shook his hand.

He snored.

I chuckled, and he moved his head.

His eyes were closed, his skin, slightly tan, was soft and his jawline was amazing.

His eyelashes complimented his green beautiful eyes, which were currently closed but still.

Harry was always beautiful, even before I had started liking him, but now, I guess my feelings, after a couple of very long week, had finally started to make sense to me.

A brown curly strand of hair fell into his face, and I tucked it behind his ear.

Then he opened his eyes.

"Taylor," He said, his voice raspy and deep.

I blushed.

"You ok?"

"I should be asking you that," He said, sitting up.

"Harry, thank you," I looked deep into his eyes.

"I probably would have died back there,"

"It's what hostages do," He shrugged his shoulder and laughed.

And so did I, but I felt sad.

Hostage.

He was a hostage here.

"I removed your makeup for you, just in case it was going to be hard to clean in the morning,"

Oh my gosh.