Stockholm Syndrome | Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 11

After Louis had gotten into bed with him, Harry had slept like a baby for the rest of the night. The next morning he woke up – not super rested, but it could be worse – in the middle of the matrass instead of to the side of the wall, meaning Louis must've been gone for quite a while already.

Hm, too bad... For some reason Harry hoped he would see Louis again this morning as he would open up his eyes. He sighed. He really had to stop himself from thinking like that. The dream from last night had been quite... Harry blushed as he thought about it again.

But god damn, could you blame him? It had been so vivid, with so many details... And Harry could still remember all of them. He could still feel Louis' skin underneath his fingertips, he could still imagine those soft lips being pressed against his, and he could still recall the calmness he had felt when Louis kissed him. A calmness like he had never experienced before. He could also feel his pants tighten as he thought about the dream again. He sighed. Harry missed the calm he had felt.

It wasn't like Harry had been a restless kid or whatever – he was actually a pretty calm person, shy even in some circumstances. It was more like Harry had always been pushed around by people, which had made him feel pretty anxious all the time.

And it wasn't like Harry had never kissed a guy before either...

There had been this one guy. When he was fourteen. He had been struggling with his feelings for a bit already because he felt like he was different. The showers with the rest of the boys made him feel uncomfortable and awkward. It was like he wasn't supposed to watch them, like he wasn't supposed to be there, so Harry tried to make up an excuse as often as he could. And if he couldn't, he would just be as slow as he could with changing, so he would only get there once everyone was already out. It wasn't like he had any real friends waiting for him anyway, so there was no rush to anything he did.

But then, there had been this one day... Another kid from his class had been slow as well, and Harry had secretly suspected him of doing that on purpose because he knew Harry would be slower than the others too, but he didn't dare to voice his thoughts. Why on earth would someone like Daniel wait for him?

Daniel was a nice kid. He was funny, and had a good group of friends. He was one of the few people who said hi to Harry when they saw each other in the hallway, and the thought of showering with him, it being just the two of them, made Harry way more nervous than he thought he should be.

Daniel had also been older than Harry was, two years. And that was visible in his body. While Harry was still pretty small, Daniel had already developed a bit of hair on his face and chest, and this other area Harry refused to think of until he was alone in his bed at night. Because he couldn't deny it – Daniel was a pretty boy. Dark brown eyes with long lashes and black hair; plump lips and collarbones that stuck out, and yes, even the beginning of a six pack.

So when Harry found himself alone in the shower with Daniel there was quite a bit confusion for him, but Dan had quickly calmed him down, saying he didn't need to worry about anything. Then he had taken Harry's shampoo bottle from Harry's hands and taken Harry's towel as well, laughing at Harry's confused and shocked face. Without hesitation he pushed Harry towards the showers and started washing his hair.

"I've always quite fancied your curls, you know?" he had told Harry. Harry had been so shocked he just nodded. He felt paralyzed, as every time Daniel would touch him he would feel like he got electric shocks trough his body.

After this first shower experience they had shared many more showers together, some of them even taking place at night as everyone was asleep. For about a year and a half, everything was great; although they kept it a secret for the rest of the people, Harry didn't mind. He liked Dan, and if Dan said they shouldn't tell people because they might not agree, Harry believed him.