One Direction Interracial Preferences (BWWM)

Stockholm Syndrome //Harry Pt. 2//

It had been days since you had captured Harry, he was now used to everything. "Hey babe, did you grab the tea out the fridge, it was my cup." he chuckled softly looking at you. You nodded, "I thought that it was old." you smiled at him. He nodded and scratched his neck. "Look, I have to get back soon. I can't stay here." he said. You instantly got upset. "Oh, okay" you started to fake your tears as he ran up to you. "Baby, don't cry. I won't be gone forever." he smiled softly. You nodded and watched him walk out the house. He said his last I love you and left.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years. You waited for him to come back, but you were giving up hope. You watched him on TV with his girlfriend, she was white, tall blonde hair. Basic. You sighed eating your ice cream. You got up and ran upstairs to your room. Grabbing the clippers you shave your hair into a mini fro. You were tired of mopping around the house waiting for Harry to come back. He had a type, and you just weren't it. You walked down the stairs grabbing a mop and broom going downstairs. Flashbacks hit you like a pile of bricks.

Flashback

"I love you, I don't think I could ever leave you. Just let me go" he screamed pulling on the rope. You hesitated walking over to him. "When I find out who you are, I'll have you locked up!" he said kicking you away from him. You teared up and ran up the stairs. "Let me go you fucking bitch!" you slid down the wall crying.

~

He took your virginity, and it was his idea, you believed every word he said. When you walked out of the bathroom he was there sitting peacefully. When you laid down he held you close. It was like a baby cuddling a teddy bear. When he opened his eyes and saw you his smile grew wider. "A pretty smile to wakeup to." he said.

~

"You're going to jail and never getting out." he screamed throwing a plate at you. "Who the fuck do you think you are, going into a club and drugging someone." he grabbed your wrist shaking you by them. "WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO DO THAT" he screamed loudly in your face. As you coward down to his yelling he pushed you away from him.

~

"I didn't mean that the other night I love you" you seen his dimples pop out. "I'll be back I promise." was the last words you heard

~Flashback End~

Your thoughts were jumbled as you just cleaned up the place. He was right, you should've been in jail. You had everyone worried sick about him. You shook the thought and ran upstairs looking for an outfit to wear out to the club. After getting dressed, you waited for your cab to pull up. When you arrived to the club It was crowded. You felt a hand creep behind your waist. "You smell the same" you heard a raspy voice say. "Please let me go, don't want to keep your date waiting." You said to him. "I'll see you later" he said as you drunk your. You started feeling a little tipsy. You felt someone hoisting you up. "Don't worry babe I got you" you heard his thick British accent. Back down memory lane.

~

The next morning you woke up under silk sheet, with a huge shirt and panties on. You looked around in a panic. You tried to get up but your cuffed hands stopped you from going anywhere. "What the fuck" you said as you kicked and screamed. "Oh darlin' I won't hurt you, just love you" Harry spoke and stroked your cheek.