Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

Time Alone

Chapter 13:

HARRY

"I think we're done." Louis announced. We were busy cleaning up the kitchen from the mess Zayn and I made. Everything was so peaceful when I knew it was only Louis and I. The thing is, I'm a bit scared to fall deeper. Falling for Louis would be like rendering myself a prisoner for life. But Louis didn't treat me like a prisoner. He used to, but now he gave me freedoms.

"Are you sure? I mean, I could sweep again, or maybe mop the floor. And if it's needed, I'll clean every room in this house-" I was interrupeted by Louis walking over to me and pressing his warm lips against mine. I kissed back, inhaling his scent and reveling in the toxicating feeling he gave me.

He finaly broke apart and gave me a pointed look. "It's fine, Harry. Now let's do something else." We set the broom and the dust pan back in the corner of the kitchen and then I followed along as Louis pulled me by my hand to the living room. The slight skin on skin contact made me feel major butterflies in my stomach.

"Sit." He said as he pointed to the couch. I sat down and then he began to speak. "We could play a video game, Liam has lots of those. We could also watch a movie, the classic thing to do on a lazy day. We could-" I interrupted him, liking the second idea.

"A movie sounds good." I said. Truth be told, I only wanted to lie down with Louis and snuggle while watching a movie. It sounded like the perfect thing a couple would do. Although, I'm not sure we're even a couple. Louis never verified or denied that. He told me that he wanted me to be his, but that could be taken different ways.

He could mean that he wants me to only kiss him and nobody else. He could mean that he wants me to only be around him. He could mean that he's the only one that gets to touch me the way he does. Or he could mean that he actually wanted me, not for sex and not for pleasure, but me as a whole. He could mean that he actually liked me and wanted the normal kind of relationship people have. Boyfriends.

The thought seemed so absurd to me. I'm sure Louis was just very possessive and wanted to make sure that I 'belonged' to him. I mean, it would be most understandable. Louis had all the power in this place, and I'm certain he'd want to tackle every single opportunity to show that power. But then why did his words feel so sincere? Why did they seem to have a deeper meaning to them? Why did I feel like he wanted exactly what I wanted?

"A movie it is then." He said. He turned around and searched through the cabinets. "How do you feel about scary movies?" He asked, as he held up a movie called Dead Silence over his shoulder. To be honest, I was never a big fan of scary movies. I doubt anyone would be when they lived in a house as big as mine. You never know what could've been around the corner.

"They're fine." I replied, thankful that he wasn't staring at me because my face probably would've said the opposite. I would always be terrified on the inside, but that was because Niall wasn't one for scary movies, yet we watched them anyways. I acted like they didn't effect me, and I guess that made Niall feel better. It was our typical routine and it made me feel needed.

"Let's get this started." Louis said as he sat down on the couch beside me with a blanket. I was wondering when he had left to get it, but those thoughts flew away once he wrapped it around me and held my close to him. My heart beat picked up, and I hoped Louis didn't notice, but luck wasn't on my side.

"Calm down, Harry." He chuckled. "The movie didn't even start yet." He kissed my cheek, sending butterflies through my stomach. This was a different side to Louis, a gentle side, and I have to say that I quite enjoyed it. I enjoyed the soft touch of his lips on my cheek and the flutter I felt from his eyelashes on the side of my face. I enjoyed the way he pulled me in closer, eventhough I was already pretty close. I enjoyed his warmth, the way it made me feel warm all the way to my core. Louis was just like a teddy bear right now. "Loubear" I thought to myself, and tried to refrain my blushing.