Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

NewFound Freedoms

Happy Halloween everyone! But sadly, it is also the last concert of OTRA and then there will be a break. I'm so sad it's not even comprehensible.

Chapter 9:

HARRY

I woke up alone, in a different room than I was staying in. I vaguely remember the feel of warm arms wrapped around me, but maybe that was just a dream. A desirable dream at that. A dream about Louis. I knew he was bad for me, but I couldn't doubt the way that I felt for him.

I sat up in the bed a little and looked around the room, recognizing the mirror in the corner. Louis' room. Why was I in here when I fell asleep on the couch?

I didn't have time to think about it because the door opened and Louis walked in, wearing a satisfied smile. It held a dark veil behind it, but I tried to ignore that part, my heart longing for a simple touch from him. He closed the door and then leaned against it, crossing his arms and smirking at me. I felt a bit self-conscious underneath his gaze, but then he spoke and I could breathe again.

"I'm surprised you were still here last night. Thought you would've ran for the hills." He commented. I couldn't do anything but shake me head. He told me to stay, and as much as I hated it, I would listen to him.

He walked closer to me and sat on the bed beside me. I wanted to scoot closer to him, but I controlled my body, begging it to stay put. I can't exactly let him know how much he affects me with just the smallest things he does. The smallest moves he makes.

His hand reached out and pushed my hair back from my eyes, and I almost leaned into his touch, but I couldn't. I couldn't let him know. There is no doubt he would only laugh at my pathetic feelings and then tell me I'm nothing but his toy. Still, is it bad that I would gladly just be his toy?

"I think... you deserve a reward for being such a good boy." He said as he leaned closer to me. I gulped as his lips were so close to mine. Touching, but not colliding into one another. He smirked and a shiver ran through me at the feeling of his lips moving against mine slightly.

"Would you like that?" He asked. Damn it! I would. I so do, but I didn't want to admit it. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to fight it. I nodded and then Louis' lips slammed against mine in a hungry kiss. It was a mesh of lips, tongue, and teeth, but neither of us cared. It was like we craved each other, though I knew it was only one sided.

I felt his fingers trail up my shirt, and I shivered at the touch.He pulled back so he could pull my shirt off, and I saw him bite his bottom lip as his eyes raked up and down my exposed chest. I shrank back a bit until he leaned in again me pressed his lips to mine in a rough kiss.

He pushed me down on the bed and then leaned back to take his shirt off. He threw it onto the floor and I was pulled into the perfectly tanned skin that was Louis. He was simply stunning, and he seemed to always be on my mind.

He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head. "Keep these up here." He whispered, and I nodded. It's not like I would deny his orders. He had some sort of weird hold on me that I have yet to explain. I was thrown out of my thoughts when Louis' lips pressed to mine in a quick kiss.

I just started to kiss back when he broke away and began kissing down my neck. It seemed fast, yet rough. I desperately wanted to tangle my hands in his hair, but knew to follow his orders. His hands traveled to my jeans and I allowed him to undo them and pull them off of me. I shivered as he kissed down my thighs and legs as he pulled my pants down. "So fucking hot." He groaned as he also pulled my boxers off, so I was fully exposed to him.

I watched with lustful eyes as Louis also took off the rest of his clothes before climbing on top of me. He bent down and didn't kiss me, but I desperately wanted him to. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. Maybe Louis didn't feel what I felt for him, that weird and unusual pull, but I secretly loved it.