Book Of One Shots

Stockholm Syndrome 2

Ship: Zarry
Song title: Stockholm Syndrome
Dedication: HeisaPrincess duskykaaya 1dfaiza IIBGDRGN
[requested a part two]

H A R R Y

I'm a die hard fan. I'm inlove with him. The world loves him. He's the king of RnB. He rocks my world.

His voice is what I live for.

He's adorable. He's wonderful. He's perfect. He deserves everything in the world.

He would never notice me. Bet in all the times I've been in his meet and greets, the times whenever I go on his interviews, the times when I go to his concerts, he would never lay an eye to me.

I'm not like the fangirls who would shout and scream at him, who would leave sappy comments on his every post and tweet.

I'm scared. Nobody sees me.

My family hasn't. They left me because I'm pathetic. Just supports with money and they call it obligation done.

I want to feel loved. Wanted.

But not just by anywho.

I want Zayn.

No-

I love Zayn. So much.

I cried rivers when he proposed on the LM's chick. I cried oceans when he was with the supermodel on every magazine cover.

I'm alone.

I'm crazy. But not mental.

I'm just in love. Sigh.

I know he has a soft heart for his fans. I used that against him. I camp outside his hotel building just like any other fans.

I know he'll get out on a different exit, I walked around. Seeing him taking a hit and exhales the smoke in the fuzy air of december.

I tripped over the pavement with a rock and my bum met the floor with a loud thud. I loudly groaned.

Hurt in my face.

C'mon, Harry. Act.

I smile in victory inside when he noticed me.

He smiles softly as he offers his hand to me.

My cheeks turn crimson red and I take it.

"Be careful, kitten." He spoke, his voice this close to my ear rang my heart.

"Sorry..." I mumble.

He smiled. Tongue gets between teeths.

Perfect.

"It's okay. You'fre blushing, babe." He chuckles, hands on pocket. Staring at me.

He's disturbing me.