Stockholm Syndrome [Larry Stylinson AU]

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"Dubai?!" Taylor shrieked, almost spitting out the lemonade she had been drinking.

"Yeah..." I muttered, avoiding eye contact with her. I was generally quite a shy person and whatever confidence I had had slipped slightly with Taylor's reaction.

"Isn't that the really really hot place?" Taylor questioned. "And the place with really strict laws? And the place where that terrorist guy Louis Tomlinson is rumoured to currently be?"

I got that strange feeling in my gut once again. Why did Taylor have to bring up Louis? Clearing my throat, I answered her question.
"Yes, but it's also the place with the tallest building in the world, the world's largest shopping mall, the best hotels and restaurants and yummy Arabic food." I pointedly ignored her statement on Louis.

Taylor's lip was starting to tremble slightly. "It sounds like you've got it all figured out," she said bitterly. "What about me? Or is Dubai also the place where you can meet lots of hot girls?"

"Taylor!" I protested. Why was she making things so overly dramatic?
"Taylor," I repeated, sighing, and scooted to the other side of the picnic mat so I was next to her. I wrapped my large hands around her slim body, cuddling her tightly. She hugged me back, her arms wrapped around my neck and gently brushing the ends of my curls.

"That's not fair, Taylor," I said. "While there may be hot girls in Dubai," I said reluctantly, "you're the only girl that I want." And I meant it, too. I was going to miss her dreadfully.

Taylor buried her face in my neck. "Why are you going, Harry?" Her breath tickled me.

"My dad got promoted in work," I replied.

"So when are you going?"

"In a week."

"WHAT?!" Taylor pulled away from me abruptly, startling me. "And you didn't think to tell me earlier?"

"I only found out a few days ago," I tried to defend myself. "Taylor-"
But she cut me off.

"What about school?" she demanded. "What about your job? Most importantly, what about US?"

I looked away from her, biting my lip. Good question, Taylor, I thought. What about us? I really truly did love her, but things were sometimes strange. I felt nothing special when we hugged, nothing at all, and when we kissed it always felt like something was missing. There were no fireworks like in the movies, no butterflies in my stomach. But I did love her. A lot. She had filled the empty gap in my life, and brought a lot more laughter and light into me. I loved everything about her - from her beautiful blonde hair right down to her perfectly painted toenails. Yet, something was just never quite right with her. Lost in my train of thought, I suddenly realized that I hadn't actually answered her question.

"We can long distance, can't we? We'll Skype each other every night, we'll find a way around the time difference. We'll make it work," I reassured her.

She sniffed loudly, nodding. "I'm just really going to miss you, Harry Edward Styles."

I smiled. She was handing this a lot better than I would have thought, something which I was really grateful for.
"I'll miss you too," I whispered back.

So when we kissed, a deep, long kiss, why did I feel so empty?

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