Stockholm Syndrome H.S

Chapter 3: Unjustifiable

A/N:  This is the girl I've casted as Juliet in the story :) I am really starting to enjoy writing this. Things are about to start picking up ALOT in the next few chapters so get ready. Also don't forget to vote and PLEASE comment if you're liking the story or your theories or feelings. I LOVE the feedback. :)))

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Harry's pov:

Her voice was sweet, and flowed like honey as she spoke. I was captivated by every

word that fell from her rosy pink lips but I was confused as to why. They looked so soft, so delicate like the rest of her. She looked around the room, refusing to make eye contact with me. I think she was intimidated. She's very different than most people who come in contact with me, but there is no getting around the timid nature, especially not with someone like her, a little mouse.

"So you and nurse Jackson, Lilly, you've been friends for a long time?" I asked, adjusting my body so I was leaning farther back into my chair, hoping to ease some of her obvious tension.

" Yea, since we were kids. We do everything together." She replied smiling slightly to the ground at the thought. That was the first time I've ever seen her smile. It was beautiful, her cheeks went flush and her hands twisted together, but it wasn't a full smile, and I needed to see that.

"So you guys see each other a lot?" I asked again, genuinely more curious about her, and this friendship.

"Well we work together and then she comes over my house nearly every night since she only lives down the road from me." She shrugged lightly, releasing the tension in her shoulders.

"Hey, at least you have a best friend right?" I said softly, I don't want her to fear me. I've already told her I haven't done the things I am sentenced for, whether she believed me or not I'm not sure. She simply just nodded her head slowly.

Juliet's pov:

He kept his eyes on me the entire time I spoke. I can understand that he's lonely and i don't know why I'm telling him my entire life story, but talking to him and listening to him is the least I can do to make him feel more comfortable in a place like this. I know he's a criminal and whether he is lying or not about dismembering all of those women, no one deserves to feel lonely. Maybe I am just to kind of a person to let even a convicted killer feel alone.

"So Styles, tell me about you. What's your story?" I ask, feeling more confident now. He hesitated a moment before taking a deep breath, and I know he might feel uncomfortable with this but I am the one who should feel that way, and this, knowing things about him would make me feel as much comfort as I can despite the accusations against him.

"I didn't grow up around London, I've only been here a few times, I have a sister called Gemma and my parents divorced when I was young. My father was a surgeon and I would watch him perform surgeries as a child at the hospital and then... well that doesn't matter point is they were soon divorced. He moved away, and then some boring details. Point of the story is, I grew up, I was arrested over a police sketch, cycled through four prisons, and here I am." He shrugged. He spoke very plainly, almost with no emotion at all as if he had turned off his humanity switch.

"That's all I get? I pour out my entire life story and you give me that?" I asked perplexed by his vague information.

"I told you I'd tell you my story, didn't tell you I would give you all the little details." He shrugged. "I'm a cheshire boy with a sister, divorced parents, and a suspect of murders I didn't commit that's all you need to know." He spoke blankly, his face not showing an ounce of feeling. His eyes were darker than the bright emerald that had been showing not long ago. It was almost sinister, as if his eyes change with his mood.