Stockholm Syndrome | Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 10

After Louis finally calmed down Harry told him to go out and get them some food. It wasn't as if he was that hungry himself; it was more like he wanted to make sure Louis would eat. He was afraid the boy would otherwise go and do something stupid, like drink himself to death on an empty stomach.

Plus, reminding him he that he still had Harry to take care off would hopefully stop him from driving his car off of a bridge. Hopefully.

So, that was why Louis was driving in the dark at ten PM to go and get some food. Because Harry had told him to. He couldn't risk ordering anything to be delivered - of course. Or well, he could, because there was this pizza place which was on their payroll, but... Louis swallowed. They were on Curt's payroll. Or were they on his? He shook his head. He had cried enough about it. Whined like a little child. He should man up, that's what he should do. Louis nodded to himself. He didn't really like the saying 'man up' though. He didn't really knew any men that could function as an example to him, anyway. He should woman up? No, that sounded stupid. Women were weak as well. People were weak creatures.

But whatever. Louis grimaced and gripped the steering wheel more tightly. He should pay attention to the road, not muse about the role of men and women in his life. Stopping at a parking spot he googled for eating spots nearby. Being just his luck there was a McDonalds not that far from where he parked. Great. He had no idea what Harry liked though. Louis shrugged and tossed his phone on the seat next to him. He'd just order the same thing twice.

After he got back and both of them had had their fill, they talked for a bit until they fell asleep on the mattress, facing each other, legs intertwined.

Harry woke up after what seemed like a mere few minutes to himself, but then he noticed the empty spot next to him. He felt the mattress; it wasn't cold yet. He must've woken up just after Louis left the bed.

After spending so many nights being guarded at night, Harry was too afraid to get up. He knew there would be a guard telling him to get back into bed again. Instead he kept himself perfectly still and tried to listen. He strained his ears as hard as he could; he closed his eyes, he held his breath, and finally, he could hear Louis' voice outside of the door, speaking softly on the phone.

He couldn't hear his words but he did notice that Louis sounded pretty stressed out. Harry felt a strong urge to get up, open the door and just hold the boy close to him... But he didn't. Somehow, Louis' discomfort did way more to Harry than he wanted to admit.

Groaning, he turned around in the bed facing the wall. He could still hear Louis talk softly. Who was he talking to? What was it about? Was it about Curt? Or was it... Harry swallowed. Maybe it was about him? Could Louis be talking about him?

Look at me, he thought. Lying in bed thinking about that guy as if he's your high school crush. Geez man, get a grip.

The following moments Harry spent the night in a state of being half asleep and half awake. Sometimes he thought he was dreaming - but he wasn't sure. It could be that those figures were actually in his room looming over him, about to wake him up because he had done something he wasn't allowed to...

Whenever something like that happened Harry would wake up with a jolt and a yell, drenched in sweat. How much time had passed? Five minutes? An hour? The whole night?

Every time he woke up like that, Harry decided not to go to sleep again until Louis came back. If he would still come back that night. Was he still there? he would muse, and every time Harry would sit up straight with his back against the wall, holding his breath and keeping as still as he could. Then he would listen.

And Louis was still there, every time Harry woke. He was still there talking on his phone, softly. Sometimes Harry would imagine he heard him laugh, sometimes he thought he heard him cry. Most of the time he just heard some mumbling through the thick door and that was it.

He was so exhausted after a while that he just completely gave up on keeping himself still in fear of the guard. He sat up straight against the wall, yawned, stretched and groaned, and then put the blanket over his crossed legs, softly humming so he would keep himself awake. After a while however he fell asleep again, only to wake with a sore back and neck.

Alright, this wasn't working. He really had to go to sleep and put Louis out of his mind. Determined he laid down again, put the blanket over his shoulders and closed his eyes, right when the door opened.

Silently, Louis made his way inside, closing the door soundlessly behind him. Harry shuffled underneath his blankets. "Lou?" he asked with a raspy voice.

"Yeah, I'm here. It's me," Louis said. "Don't worry love, I've got you." Louis tiptoed to the bed and slid underneath the blanket, pushing his body up to Harry's. "Hey love," he whispered in Harry's ear. Harry sighed contently and turned himself around, facing the other.

"Hey."

There was no light in the room, but still Harry could see Lou's face. He carefully put his hand on Louis' cheek and trailed Louis' skin, from his ear to his chin. There, his thumb softly brushed over Louis' bottom lip.

This time it was Louis who let out a happy sigh and he opened his mouth slightly, looking Harry deeply in his eyes. Man his eyes are blue, Harry thought. He could see his own face mirrored in them and he smiled a tiny smile. How cute.

"Harry I...," Louis started, but Harry shushed him.

"It's okay."

Louis nodded and came a bit closer to Harry so he could snuggle his head beneath Harry's, and Harry felt Louis' small hand go over his side to his back, hugging him tightly. Harry's breath hitched as he felt Louis' tiny frame against his, their legs intertwined, their stomachs pressed together. He could feel Louis' breath on his neck and as he looked down, his breath hitched again as he saw how close their faces were. Without thinking he closed his eyes, and then he felt Louis press his lips on his own, and suddenly everything felt alright.

Suddenly, for some reason, everything was okay. Harry was calm again. He felt the stress of the last few weeks - or had it been months? Days?- slide off of him. He felt his heart slow down, and he felt their bodies melting together. The voices in his brain had gone silent, the shaking of his hands had stopped, and with Louis so close to him he didn't feel as cold as he had been feeling all this time. Everything just felt... Okay. He opened his eyes again and inched closer, and Louis looked up, his eyes still half closed but his lips slightly parted as if he knew what Harry intended to do. Wanted Harry to do it. They came closer, and closer, and Harry felt something soft being pressed against his lips and a weight on his body as he shifted to lay on his back, holding Louis' hips, squeezing them softly...

And then, suddenly, he heard a soft 'thud' as if there was a door closing, and as he opened his eyes he saw Louis making his way inside, lighting his own path with his phone. He heard Louis sniffle a bit and Harry realised it had just been a dream.

Andjust like that, the calm feeling vanished again. Dammit. t

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