Stockholm Syndrome//H.S

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✔EDITED✔

Here's what happened in the last chapter:

(Zayn's POV)

"Gigi.." I mutter. "Let's change the subject."

"No, Zayn! Did I waste all those nights thinking about you, thinking about the feeling of your lips on my body? Did I waste all my love on you?" she cries.

I look down, not wanting to answer any of your questions.

"5 coffees for Zayn!" the barista calls out loudly.

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웃 Courtney's POV 웃

I look down at myself, wiping the tears that are flooding out from my eyes.

"Don't cry over him...he isn't worth my tears..." I convince myself, and lay down on the bed.

"I just...he was the only anchor that kept me living. I was so happy that I'd be moving in with Zayn, and attending Yale!" I exclaim. "Now, he's with Gigi. I understand him. No one wants an ugly girl like me."

Except for Harry...

I close my eyes, and open them again. I look out the window, and notice it's already dark outside.

I sigh, and lay back down.

"The only thing I can do is sleep," I mutter.

It isn't a great idea, but what else can I do?

After a few minutes, I fall asleep worrying about what's ahead.

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유 Harry's POV 유

I find Courtney sleeping, and sit down next to her on the bed.

She's curled up, her hair all over her face.

I began moving all the strands away, and just gaze at her beauty.

She's right...we don't belong with each other...

She starts whimpering.

"Harry?" she groans.

I stay quiet.

"I think I...no, we can't...but...you kiss good...why are you here...no.." she mutters in her sleep.

I smile, wishing I could record this and keep it in my heart.

"I hate you!" she exclaims, still asleep.

I frown.

"You...don't love me..."

웃 Courtney's POV 웃

"Harry? What're you doing here?" I ask.

"You need to tell me something," he says.