Stockholm Syndrome (Harry Styles)

Chapter one

"Darling please wash the dishes?" My mother asked. I walked over to our little tin sink. I opened the tap and let the water run. I added soap to the water, creating a soapy mixture. "Sweet heart?" My mum called from the front door. "I need to get some groceries. Take care of yourself please." I nodded. "It's fine mum I'm 16. I'll be 'right." I reassured.

I heard the front door slam shut. I was home alone in my small crowded spooky house. Cobwebs in the corners and springy bed. My family wasn't poor, we just gave a lot to charity and we keep ourselves in a just stable environment.

My father is a pastor and he believes no one should live in better conditions then another.

I dried off the soap and from the warm plate. I could hear the sounds from the wind blowing on the roof of our house. I started shivering because it was cold. I decided to take a shower to warm myself up and take my mind if things.

The warm water soothed my tense body. I squirted some soap onto the puff. I ran the puff up and down my body smelling the tropical fragrance through the air. The water turned cold after my 10 minuets. It was something my dad fixed into the water system. It saves us from wasting water. I turned the knobs and got myself a big towel. After wrapping myself in the burgundy towel I walked to my bedroom. I dried myself off and put on some pyjamas.

"I'm home!" My mum sand as she came through the door. "Welcome." I greeted. My mother and I had a very close relationship. We'd always role-play with each other.

"Where's dad?" I pouted." My mother lifted my chin. "He texted me. Has going to be home after we're in bed honey." She smiled. "So before he comes? Strawberry a in chocolate?" She asked with a mere smirk spreading in the corner of her lips. I nodded.

We sat down at the dining table with the chocolate dipping sauce and the strawberries. "Ready?" She asked. "Yes!"

My mother and I had a game where we'd dip half a strawberry in chocolate and be try to eat around the chocolate part without getting any on our face.

"Ready.... Set... Go!" She giggled. I dipped my strawberry in the gooey dark-brown substance and ate around the chocolate. "One!" I called. "Three!" Mum called. "Four!" I called. I watched as my mother ate the whole strawberry. "Mum!" I called in dismay. "You ruined it." I whined like a child. We both laughed. "I think we should watch a movie?" My mother questioned. "Yeah. Let's do that." I smiled.

For the rest of the night my mother and I watched the notebook and I laughed at her while she cried.

"Goodnight, love." My mother kissed my forehead. "Night." I smiled lying back into my soft, although springy bed. I had nice dreams. Dreams of my mum and I. Dreams of my dad and I when I was a child. Dreams of me and my friends.

"Honey, you've got work today." My dad applied when I was eating breakfast on the couch. "Yep." I replied getting up off the couch and heading to the shower.