Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 9

Harry's P.O.V
~The next day~
"Do you want anything to eat babe?" I ask Sarah. I'm trying my best to be a good boyfriend and to be very nice to her, because if I'm not she'll leave me for sure. "No, I'm fine." She whispers. "Are you sure? I made your favorite! Mac and cheese with grilled cheese!" I smile. "Well, in that case." She giggles, taking the plate. Before she picks it up, I lightly grab her hand, and kiss it. Sarah smiles, and so do I. I lean in and kiss her. "Harry, is this about last night? Because if it is-" I cut her off. "Look, I really don't want you to leave me, alright? I need you, so just please stay!" I say. "I was going to say because I changed my mind." She says. "Really?" I whisper. "Yeah, I love you Harry, and I know it'd be selfish of me to just leave you here all alone. So I'll stay." She says. "Thank you!" I hug her tightly. "You're welcome." She whispers. I pull away, and grab her face, and kiss her. "I love you so much." I whisper. "I love you so much, too, Harry." She smiles. I smile and kiss her more. Our tongues dancing with each others. Sarah pulls away, and giggles. "My food is starting to get cold!" She chuckles. "Okay, but when you're done, it's just you and me baby." I smirk, and walk past her, smacking her bum earning a gasp from her. I walk upstairs, and my phone is ringing. It's from Zayn. Should I answer it? Before I make a decision, my hand is reaching for my phone. And before I know it, I answer it. "Hello?" I whisper. "Where are you, Harry?" Zayn asks. He sounded very annoyed. "I'm not telling you that." I whisper. "HARRY DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME! I AM NOT IN THE MOOD!" He shouts. "Then don't play, just give up.." I say, then hang up.
Sarah's P.O.V
I eat my food, and then put it in the kitchen. "Oh Harry, I'm ready for you!" I say. I hear footsteps come down the stairs, and I giggle to myself. "It's about time." Harry sighs. I giggle, and wrap my arms around his neck. We kiss, and he wraps his arms around my waist. Harry reaches down and squeezes my bum, making me gasp, and making Harry smirk. Soon, Harry's phone rings, and then he sighs and pulls away. "Hello?" He says sternly. "Oh! Hi mum!" He says. "Oh yeah, uh I'm sorry mom, I couldn't stay there anymore." He says. "I-I can't tell you why.." Harry trails off. "Trust me mom, I would, but I just can't right now. It's for your own good!" Harry says. "No mom, I'm not in trouble." Harry rolls his eyes. I can tell that Anne didn't want anything to do with Harry if he was in some kind of trouble. But I don't blame her. She's probably very upset that her son is a killer, or was a killer I should say. "Okay mom. I'll call you later, bye." He says, then hangs up. "You probably should've told her that you were leaving." I say. "Yeah, that would've been a good idea." Harry sighs. "So, now what?" I ask. "I don't know. I feel like I let her down again. She probably won't talk to me anymore now." He says sadly. "That's not true, Harry. Does she know about Zayn?" I ask. "A little.." He says. "What do you mean a little?" I ask. "Well, she knows who he is, she just doesn't know what he is." He says. "So, you're telling me that she doesn't know that Zayn's your boss?" I cross my arms. "That's exactly what I'm saying." Harry whispers, I sigh. "What?" He shrugs. "You want a relationship with her and you want her to trust you, but you can't even tell her about everything!" I say. "I know, and trust me I feel really bad about it, but she can't know about all of this yet, it's for her own good." Harry says. "Is it now? Harry, she doesn't even know that I'm your captive! She thinks that you found me somewhere and then we randomly started dating! But really you watched me for three years then you finally kidnapped me and then we fell in love! Do you know how bad that sounds?" I say, Harry sighs. "First of all, don't say that you're a captive because you're more than that. And second, I know that it's wrong for me to keep secrets from her, but like I said, it's for her own good." Harry says slowly. "Fine whatever." I shake my head, and walk away. "Babe, I'll tell her! Just not right now.." Harry says. "Then when Harry? When you're standing by her grave?!" I snap. "Stop that." Harry says. "Then when Harry?! You can't hide this forever!" I say. "I DON'T KNOW, ALRIGHT? PATIENCE." Harry screams. "Okay fine." I say softly. Harry sighs, and says, "I'm going to take a nap." I nod. "Can I come with you?" I ask. "No." He says sternly. I understand why because I made him angry. I'm so mean sometimes. Harry was just scared about telling his mother the whole truth. I understand that, I really do. But she's going to have to find out one way another. Even if I have to tell her myself....