Sarah's P.O.V
"H-Harry!" I yelp, coming for the third time.
"Mmm, you taste so good baby." Harry mumbles.
"Why thank you!" I giggle.
Harry chuckles, and sits up. He pulls me into him, and we cuddle.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you, too, beautiful." Harry whispers, and I smile to myself.
Harry's P.O.V
~Later on that day~Louis' birthday was today so I decided to wish him a happy birthday.
"Hello?" Louis says.
"Hey! Happy birthday!" I smile to myself.
"Thanks mate!" Louis says. I could tell he was smiling right about now.
It's an awkward silence, and then he says, "Guess what?"
"What?" I smile.
"Cara's mine now." He says. What?
"I thought she went to that one guy." I say.
"Yeah, but I made a deal with him. I didn't want anyone else to think I was a manwhore." He chuckles.
"Well, you do already have six girls." I giggle.
"So! The more the merrier!" He says.
"Yeah sure whatever, Lou." I chuckle.
"Listen, I have to go, but I'll talk to you later, yeah?" He says.
"Yeah sure!" I say.
We say our goodbyes and then the line goes dead.
Sarah comes downstairs, and says, "Who was that." She wraps her arms around my waist.
"Louis." I say, looking down at her.
"Oh cool!" She says.
"Yeah, today's his birthday. He's 23." I say.
"That's nice." Sarah says.
"Yeah, so what do you want to do today?" I ask.
"Well, we can't do much." I giggle.
"We can go to the park.." I say. I know Sarah was forbidden to go out, but I felt bad for just locking her up in this house all day.
"But, I thought you didn't want me to go out?" She says.
"Well, I change my mind." I say.
"Really?" Sarah says excitedly.
"Yeah, so do you want to go or?" I say.
"Of course!" She says, then gives me a huge hug. I smile to myself, knowing that I made my little girl happy..
Sarah's P.O.V
Harry and I were in the car, and it was quiet, so I decided to turn on the radio. As soon as I turn it on, I hear the voices of 5 seconds of summer singing their hit song Amnesia. I freak out. I loved them! They made me happy!
"Are you okay over there, Kitten?" Harry asks, glancing at me.
"N-No! I-I love this band!" I fangirl.
"You're so cute." Harry chuckles.
I ignore him, and jump in my seat and sing along to the lyrics.
"I remember the day you told me you were leaving!" I sing.
"I remember the makeup running down your face!" Harry sings. Wait. What? He can sing? Why didn't he tell me? He had a voice of an angel!
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionStockholm Syndrome: Feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. Sarah was held hostage by Harry. She thought he was just some kind of sick-minded killer, but when she spends more...