Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 19

Sarah's P.O.V

Harry and I were finally back in New York. We had seen Cara get auctioned off, and she wasn't very happy.

"Harry?" I say.

"Yes love?" Harry says.

"Can we go for a walk?" I ask.

"No." He says.

"Why not?" I frown.

"Because someone will recognize us and they will call the police. You don't want that do you sweetheart?" Harry asks.

I shake my head. "N-No." I whisper.

"Good, so it's settled. We're staying in here all day!" Harry smiles, I frown.

"What?" Harry asks.

"Ever since you kidnapped me, I haven't been outdoors! I'm always locked up!" I snap.

"Well, I'm sorry, Kitten. It sounds like you want to get found..." Harry says.

"N-No, I-I didn't mean it like that." I whisper, or did I?

"Okay, good. But you're staying in this house whether you like it or not. End of discussion." Harry says.

"Okay." I say softly.

Harry smiles, and kisses my forehead.

"You're such a good girl." Harry grabs my chin, and kisses me.

He chuckles, and heads upstairs. Leaving me motionless.

Harry's P.O.V

I knew Sarah was lying to me. I knew she wanted to go back home. I don't know why she waited three months, though. I thought she loved me. I thought we were over the whole leaving thing. But I guess not.

I hear footsteps come up the stairs.

"What Sarah?" I say.

She enters the bedroom.

"I'm sorry." Sarah whispers.

"Are you now? Cause I feel like you're going to leave me and not regret a thing." I say.

"I'm not going to leave, I promise!" Sarah protests.

"Sure. That's what they all say." I spat. I get off of the bed, and walk past her. My shoulder brushing against her.

"Harry please!" Sarah pleads.

"No Sarah." I say as I walk down the stairs.

"But Harry, I don't want to leave you!" She says.

"Are you sure about that? Because if I recall, you almost left me the last time." I cross my arms, and she's standing right in front of me.

"I know, but I was just emotional because I missed my parents. I'm not going anywhere! I promise!" Sarah says.

"Whatever." I shake my head, and walk over to the couch. Sarah of course follows me.

"Sarah, just leave me alone." I sigh.

"No, we need to talk about this." She says.

"No we don't. If you want to leave, then leave. I don't care." Yes I do.

"Yes you do, Harry! You love me, and I love you! I'm not going anywhere!" She grabs onto my arms that are crossed.

"How are you so sure?" I ask.

"Because, I have no where else to go. My parents are dead, remember?"

Sarah's P.O.V

Harry and I had finally stopped arguing and now we're cuddling on the couch.

"I love you." Harry whispers, and kisses the top of my head.

"And I love you." I smile.

"Good." Harry smiles.

"Good." I smile. I decided to copy him.

Harry chuckles, and so did I. He frowns and I do the same.

"Are you copying me?" Harry asks.

"Are you copying me?" I mock.

"Wow." Harry chuckles, and crosses his arms.

"Wow." I chuckle, and cross my arms as well.

Harry lightly pushes me, and I do the same.

"You little stinker!" Harry says.

"You little stinker!" I say.

Harry looks at me and I look back. We stare at each other for awhile. He soon starts to laugh and so do I.

"Stop, Sarah!" Harry giggles.

"Stop, Sarah!" I giggle.

"Stop it!" Harry says.

"Stop it!" I say.

Harry flicks my arm, and I flick him back.

"Are you ever going to stop?" Harry asks.

"Are you ever going to stop?" I repeat.

"Fine, I guess we can't cuddle then.." Harry says.

I can't break it.

"Fine, I guess we can't cuddle then..." I say.

Harry smirks at me, and I give up.

"But Harry! I want to cuddle!" I pout, and cling onto him.

"I knew you couldn't resist." Harry says, and places me gently on top of him. And we cuddle throughout the night....