Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

Stockholm Syndrome

Happy Valentine's Day! Larrentine's Day! OMG WE HIT 2M ON AIMH!!!! I CRIED SO HARD! Anyways, here's an update! Love you all!

Oh! And to those of you reading either 18 or Forbidden Feelings, I will try and update more often. I've just been really dedicated to this story and a story on my other account. I'll get back to them now though! :)

Chapter 25:

  HARRY

     Yesterday was very eventful and tiring. I woke up in Louis's arms, my eyes feeling heavy from the tears and from crying myself to sleep. I could only imagine how Zayn felt. He was crying all day long. I was still very worried about him, and I would talk to him about it, but right now I felt so warm and safe with Louis by my side.

   I snuggled deeper into his arms and inhaled his scent. I remembered that awful dream I had where I was being taken away from him, ripped out of his arms and strewn away by the people I thought I wanted to go back to when I first got here.

  It was strange how all of that has changed. I wanted nothing more than to return home to my mum and dad and go back to my life, but now I wanted nothing more than to stay in Louis's arms forever. I know now that if I would have gone back home, I would still feel the same way I always did- numb, regretful, unloveable.

   I felt a tear roll down my cheek at the very thought of how broken up I was before Louis. I was about to move to wipe it away when I felt the pad of Louis's thumb come up to my cheek and wipe it instead.

   I looked up at him and he looked down at me with a small smile. "You're okay, love. Why are you crying?" He asked. He was just so caring and beautiful that it was hard to believe I ever thought of him as mean and nothing more than an angry soul. Not evil though. Never evil.

   "I just... I am so thankful to have you in my life, Louis. Yes, it happened in a sort of twisted way, but I think it was destiny that we were supposed to meet. You said yourself that I helped you actually feel things instead of living a life of anger, and you've helped me, too. You've brought me out of that dark place I was in when I was at home. I felt so alone, so horrid, and so unloved, but you took all that away and made me feel like I had someone here, like I was beautiful, and I know that you love me with everything you have. And I love you, too, Louis. I love you more than anything." I said, not being able to stop the tears from falling. I really loved it, and I could never say or think it enough.

   "God, I love you." Louis breathed out before he leaned in and attached our lips together. "God, Harry, I love you so goddamn much." He said, pressing our lips together again. There was so much emotion involved, and it felt amazing.

   I could feel myself getting excited as Louis's tongue wondered into my mouth and explored. I moaned into the kiss and then broke away and whispered "L-Lou, I want you. Fuck, I need you so bad, baby."

  He whimpered at my already broken voice and nodded his head. "Yeah, me, too, Haz. Fuck. I need to be in you already." He then began to trail kisses down my jaw as he spoke. "You drive me mad. You're all that's ever on my mind and it's so infuriating, but I love it. I love you."

   I allowed myself to let go and fully enjoy the feeling of Louis. Louis's lips, Louis's touch, Louis's feathery hair as it made slight contact with my cheek, just... Louis! He was everywhere and everything.

   His fingers trailed up my stomach and then slowly pulled me shirt up, pulling it off of my body. I took a deep breath as I felt his fingers trail down my chest to the beginning of my boxers. He was just so endearing.

   "You are so beautiful, Harry. It hurts to know that you think you aren't. It hurts to know that you thought you were unloveable because you are literally my whole world now. I would do anything to make you happy." He said as he began to take my pants off.