Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 3

Sarah's P.O.V
"B-But what about Z-Zayn?" I stutter. "I don't care about him. All I care about is you." He says, looking at me deep in the eyes. "Y-You don't know me. I haven't been here very long either." I say. "You've been here for a week, and like I said I've been watching you for three years, I know every little thing about you, Sarah." He says. "Like what?" I ask. "Like when you're cold you start to twitch until you're warm again. You're dyslexic. You have an eating disorder. Your mom died when you were nine, leaving you alone with your abusive father. You're seventeen, quiet, shy. I know that you like to dance in only your panties and bra." He smirks at the last part. "Okay, maybe you do know a little bit about me." I say. "Yep." He smiles. "How do I know that you're just saying all this stuff because you're tricking me? Making me fall in love with you and then killing me out of no where." I say. "Sarah baby, I would never do that." He cups my face in his very large hand. "P-Please don't call me baby." I say. "Why? That's what you are. You're just my little baby girl." He says. I try to hide the fact that I'm blushing, but it fails. "You're even more beautiful when you're blushing." He says. "Stop!" I giggle, he chuckles. "Your laugh is so beautiful." He says. "I can't fall for you, Harry." I shake my head. "Why not?" He asks. "Because, you're a murderer."
Harry's P.O.V
"Because, you're a murderer." Sarah says. I hated that word. Murderer. Knowing that's what I was made me want to kill myself. "I know, but I can change just for you. Actually, I have already changed. I haven't killed people in three years. Just because of you." I whisper. "Just because of me?" She asks. "Yep." I say. "Harry..?" She says after a few minutes of silence. "Yes?" I ask. "Is it bad that I'm falling for you?" She asks. "No baby.." I say. "Then why does it feel so wrong?" She asks. "That's just the Stockholm Syndrome, baby." I whisper. "I've heard of Stockholm Syndrome, but I never thought I would be one of those people." She whispers. "It's okay. Just know that I'll never hurt you, alright?" I say. "I-I don't know, H-Harry." She stutters. "It's okay. Just take some time to think about it." I say. "Okay." She says softly. "Okay, get some rest babe." I say, and kiss her forehead. "H-Harry?" She says. "Yes?" I say. "... I-I'm in love with you, too." She says. I smile at her, and lean in, and kiss her. Sarah is surprised at first, but she kisses back. I roll on top of her and start to undress me and her. We're both naked and I realize that she's only seventeen, so I ask, "Are you a virgin?" She nods her head. "Okay, I'll be gentle." I say. She nods again, and take all of me inside of her. "Ow!" She yelps. "Ssh, it's okay baby. Just be still." I say. She nods again, and I start to thrust in and out of her. "H-Harry." She moans. I loved the way she moaned my name. It was incredibly sexy. "Does it feel good baby?" I ask. "Yes Harry! So good!" She moans. I pick up the pace, making her moan even louder. "H-Harry! Stop! I'm going to pee!" She says, and I chuckle at her innocence. "No baby, you're coming. Let it go, Sarah." I say. She does, and so do I. I stick my fingers in her heat and taste her. She was absolutely delicious."Was I good?" She asks. "You were amazing." I smile. "Harry, I want to do it again." She says. "Maybe tomorrow baby, let's just get cleaned up right now, alright?" I say. She nods, and I take her hand, leading her to the bathroom. I clean the both of us up, and I admire her beautiful naked body. Sarah was so tiny, she must've been anorexic for months now. "Come on, let's go back to bed." I say, taking her hand. We get back into the bedroom, and we lie back down on the bed. She scoots closer to me, cuddling me, and I smile. Our naked bodies warm each other up. I kiss the top of her head, and then we both fall asleep.
Sarah's P.O.V
I wake up the next morning, and Harry is gone. Where is he? Could I have dreamt last night? I couldn't have because I was still naked. I put on Harry's sweater, and walk downstairs, seeing him sitting on the couch. "Hey." I smile. "Hey beautiful. Glad you finally decided to wake up." He smiles. "Why? What time is it?" I ask. "2:30." He says. I sigh. "I'm sorry." I say. "It's okay. But hey, that's what sex does to ya." He smirks. "Stop!" I giggle. "What? Don't act like you didn't like it." He says. "I did." I say. "So, you're coming back for more." He smirks. "No!" I say, giggling. "You didn't say that last night..." He trails off. "Stop!" I giggle, Harry chuckles. I walk over to him, and sit down. "You're good at cuddling." I smile. "So are you." He chuckles. "Cuddle?" I ask with my arms out. Harry smiles and lays down pulling me on top of him. He kisses my forehead, and I smile to myself. "I love you.." He whispers. "I love you, too.."