Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

Help Me

Who can't wait until Perfect? I wanna listen to it so badly! And apparently Louis and Harry wrote it and there is a music video that was pre-recorded. I want it to drop now!

Chapter 6:

I was so confused. I was back in the room I was staying in and I was lieing down, full of thoughts on what went down between me and Louis. Images of him sucking me off and pealing the clothes off of my body filled my mind. I was pissed at myself, but I was also full of a sort of lust for him. I wanted- needed- more of him. I've only had him once, yet he was becoming an addiction to me. I desperately wanted more of him. His voice rang out in my mind and I shuttered at them.

"Let them hear. Let them know you're mine." Then another wave of words. "Even Zayn couldn't keep his hands off of you, but he'll have to learn how because I don't share." He doesn't like to share? That seemed likely enough, but I have a feeling that Zayn doesn't either. "I don't want anyone else to touch you but me." I could feel myself getting hard and I knew I should just shut it all out of my brain, but it was hard for me to do.

As more imaged and more of his dirty words rang around in my head, I couldn't take it anymore. I shakily unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them before spitting on my hand, to act as a lubricant, and then putting my hand down my boxers. I gave a soft gasp as I squeezed myself, thoughts of Louis's lips wrapping around me filling my mind.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I ran my thumb over my tip, imagining when Louis's tongue flicked out to touch it. I remembered when his hand was the one wrapped around me and I desperately began to pull and tug of my member, trying to even get half the satisfaction Louis gave me. How the hell did he make it feel so good?

I released pants and moans as I felt myself getting nearer and I felt the sweat dripping from my forehead in anticipation. I was so into it, so close to my release, that I didn't hear the door open unexpectedly. I came at that moment. I shot into my hand and boxers and gave a pleasured moan from it, biting my lip to keep from screaming. I didn't need the three of them to know what I was doing in here.

I released myself, pulling my hand out of my boxers, before sitting up in bed. My original plan was to change out of these clothes, but I froze as I saw Zayn standing in the doorway. His eyes were dark with lust and he was biting his lip. Oh fuck, I'm screwed.

A dark smile filled his face as he closed the door behind him and walked closer to where I was on the bed. I stood up and fell backwards in surprise to how close he was to me already. I stumbled over my own to feet as I tried to get away from him, but he was pretty determined and soon he had my pinned to a wall, his hands holding me against it by my wrists.

He smiled at me and said "That was fucking hot." He pressed a kiss to my jaw and I tried to squirm out of his hold, but he had a tight grip on me. "Listen Harry," He began and he was looking deep into my eyes as he spoke. "I'm willing to forgive the fact that you gave yourself to Louis if you give me something in return?" Was he crazy? I would never do anything for him.

"You tied my hands up." I reminded him of today's earlier events and he smirked. "And Louis slapped you today. My guess is you like it rough." He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Do you want me to be rough with you, Harry?" He asked, and I quickly shook my head. I'm not going to lie, Zayn was really hot, but I only wanted Louis- even if he was a dominant, crazed, psycho kidnapper who was using me as ransom for my parents money. It was sick, it was twisted, but I had such a strong, attractive pull to Louis.

"You like playing games don't you?" He questioned and I shook my head again. He shot daggers at me with his eyes and I shrank back into the wall a bit. "Harry, are you okay?" Liam asked as he walked into the room. He saw Zayn and his expression hardened.