Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 6

Sarah's P.O.V
We get back to Harry's house and I say, "I'm going to take a nap." Harry says okay, and I go upstairs, and fall asleep.
Harry's P.O.V
I decide to leave the house to get some fresh air. I walk down the road, and I soon see a little girl. She smiles and waves at me. I do the same. One day, I want to have children, but I know that'll never happen because of my past. I keep walking until I see a woman with brown hair. I feel like I've seen her before, and then I finally realize that I do. She's my mother. I don't know what to do. Should I go up to her? No. Yes? I really want to. But she would probably call the police on me. Before I know it, I start to walk over to her. I reach her, and tap her shoulder. She immediately turns around and looks at me. "Hi mum." I say. "Harry." She rolls her eyes. "Mum, please! I've changed!" I say. "You always say that! How do I know you're not going to kill me next?" She says. "Mum please! I would never do that!" I say. "I'm not taking any chances." She turns back around. I sigh and stand in front of her. "Just give me one more chance, mum." I say. "And why should I do that, Harry?" She says. "Because mum, deep down I know you still love me because I'm your son. Please, just please give me one last chance, and if it doesn't work out, I'll leave you alone." I say. "Okay Harry, but know if you screw up I'm not talking to you ever again." She says. "Okay, I understand." I nod. "Thank you!" I hug her. She's tense so I pull away. "You're welcome." She says. "I'll call you later, okay?" I say. "Okay." She smiles. I don't whether it's a fake smile or if she truly means it. But I didn't care, either way, I got my mum back.
Sarah's P.O.V
I wake up, and Harry is looking down at me, and smiling. "Hi." I smile. "Hello." He says. I sit up, and peck his lips. We both smile at each other, and I get up. I hold out my hand, and he grabs it, getting up and following me downstairs. "I'm hungry." I say. "Okay, well, I don't have much so do you want some goldfish?" He asks. "Sure." I giggle. I hop up on the counter as he gets the goldfish. "Thanks." I smile, taking it. I pop one into my mouth. "Want one?" I ask. "No thanks." He says, shaking his head. We don't say anything to each other for awhile until he says, "Where did those scars come from?" He points to my arm. My self harm scars. I remember I used to cut because of all the bullying that was done to me at school. Girls used to call me a whore and a slut and a lot of other mean things. The boys would barely even look at me, and when they did, they only wanted me for sex. I had a hard life, and to be honest, I still do. "I used to cut.." I whisper. "What?" He says. "Yeah, I've been clear for a year and a half now." I say. "Oh. Don't do it ever again, okay?" He says lowly. Harry looks at me with a serious look which makes me scared. His green eyes were staring deep into mine, making me want to scream. I didn't like making eye contact with people. It made me feel like they were intimidating me. "Okay." I say softly. Harry walks off, and sits on the couch, turning on the tv. I get off the counter, and join Harry on the couch. "Are you mad at me?" I ask. "No, why?" He says. "I don't know. I just feel like I upset you when I said I used to cut." I shrug. "I'm not mad, just really sad that you used to cut." He says. "Hey, that rhymes!" I giggle, and so does he. "Silly girl." He smiles. "I won't do it anymore, Harry." I say. "Good." He says. "I love you." I say. "I love you, too." He smiles. Harry leans in, and kisses me. I kiss back, and as soon as I know it, we're both naked.
Harry rolls off of me. "That was amazing." I pant. "It really was." He smiles to himself, and pants as well. Harry had carried me up into the bedroom so we could have more room. "You're so good in bed." I giggle. "So are you." He chuckles. The doorbell rings, and I sigh. "Well, it was good while it lasted." I say. "Yeah. Stay here." He says, putting his clothes back on. I nod and goes downstairs.
Harry's P.O.V
I open the door, and my mum is there. "Uh hey mum." I say. "Well, you don't sound very happy to see me." She says. "Oh no! It's just that I'm surprised you're here." I say. "Oh, well I wanted to come over and talk more." She says. "Good." I smile. We walk over to the couch, and sit down. "So, how have you been?" I ask. "Good. You?" She says. "I've been good actually! And uh, I have a girlfriend." I smile. "Really? What's her name?" She smiles. "Her name's Sarah, and I think she's the one mum." I say. "Well, when am I going to meet her?" She asks. "Uh, she's actually upstairs right now." I say. "Well what are you waiting for? Bring her down here!" She says. "Okay uh, Sarah! Can you come down here please?" I shout. "Coming!" She says, and I smile. She comes down and smiles. "Sarah, this is my mother Anne." I smile. "Hi! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Sarah smiles. "The pleasure is all mine!" My mum smiles. "You're absolutely beautiful!" She smiles. "Thanks!" Sarah smiles. I can tell that this is going to be a good day.
~Later that night~
The doorbell rings again, and I get up and answer it. It's Zayn. "Hey Zayn!" I smile. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"