We stayed like that for five minutes. We just sat there, his arm wrapped around me. I looked up into those beautiful green eyes and smiled. Maybe I should give him a chance I told myself. I took the risky move of laying my head on his shoulder. Harry looked down at me and smiled warmly, showing off his dimples.
"Finally warming up to me?" he asked.
"Maybe a little," I admitted.
"Good. I'm glad."
"You're a really good cook, you know."
"Thanks. I'm happy you finally ate something."
"I haven't been here that long! Speaking of which, how long have I been here exactly?"
"Um... This is the third day."
"Wow. It's been a long three days!"
"And I've enjoyed every minute of it that I've spent with you," he said. He reached over and brushed a hair out of my face. He let his hand linger on my cheek a few seconds before removing it.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"You had a hair in your face. I didn't want it bothering you, so I moved it."
"That's very considerate of you."
"I'm a considerate person. And I want you to know that I love you."
I hesitated to respond. "I don't think I can say the same."
"Maybe I can change that," he grinned at me.
"Maybe so."
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. Can I ask you a question?"
"I guess. But if I don't like it, I'm not answering."
"Ok. What was going on last night? Why were you screaming? And crying?"
I watched as the smile fell from his face. He removed his arm from my shoulder. "I don't like any of those questions."
"Will you at least answer one of them?"
"Fine. I got a phone call from someone I'm not on the best of terms with and we got into it. That's all."
"Who was it?"
"Stop asking me questions I don't want to answer," Harry said. I could tell he wasn't mad, he just didn't want to talk about it.
"Ok. Well what are we going to do then?"
Harry pretended to be thinking really hard for a minute. All of a sudden he raised a finger in the air. "I know!"
"What?"
He grinned from ear to ear like a little kid before reaching behind me and grabbing a pillow. Before I had time to react to what he was doing, he took the pillow and whacked me with it.
"What the-"
He cut me off by throwing the pillow at me.
"Oh it's on!" I grabbed the other pillow and threw it at him. He grabbed his pillow and ran to the other side of the room for protection.
"You can run but you can't hide!" I shouted as I charged across the room and whacked him over the head with my pillow.
"Hey! I'm gonna get you for that!" Harry yelled and tackled me to the ground, smacking me the whole time with his pillow. I hit him back as best I could while falling to the floor laughing.
"Look who's laying around," Harry joked.
"I'm gonna get you!"
"Bring it!"
I jumped up and started beating him with the pillow. He threw his pillow at me and jumped up on the bed.
"What are you doing?" I managed through my laughter.
"Having fun!" He screamed. He started jumping up and down on the bed. He was smiling and laughing like crazy.
"You look like a five year old!"
"I'm having fun! You should join me!"
"Ok!" I laughed as I climbed up on the bed with him. We jumped on the bed like little kids laughing our heads off. We both collapsed on the bed, out of breath.
"That was fun!" I said once I had caught my breath.
"Yeah. It was," Harry said. He looked over at me with a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. He leaned over closer, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
"Wh-wh-" I started, but couldn't finish. Harry averted his gaze from my eyes to my lips. I stared into his eyes, scared of what was going to happen next.
He pressed his plump lips to mine. I was startled at first but couldn't help but kiss him back. I pulled away before he could deepen it.
"I love you," he breathed.
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Stockholm Syndrome
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