Sarah's P.O.V
After Harry's breakdown, we decided to cuddle on the couch.
"I'm sorry I made you upset, baby." Harry whispers.
"Harry, it's okay. Don't worry about it." I smile, and so does he.
We were just about to kiss each other until Harry's phone rings.
"Hello?" He says.
"Oh hey Louis!" Harry smiles.
I sigh, and go upstairs. I wanted to spend time with Harry, but apparently that wasn't possible.
I lie down on the bed, and fall asleep..
Harry's P.O.V
After Louis and I were done talking, I decided to go find Sarah.
"Sarah, where are you, princess?" I call out.
I search all the rooms downstairs, but she's no where to be found. I should've watched her when she walked away, but I had my back turned.
"Sarah? Where are you baby girl?" I say.
I sigh, and decide to look for her upstairs. I soon hear soft little snores coming from our bedroom.
I walk down the hallway, and open the bedroom door.
I open it to see a beautiful sleeping Sarah on the bed.
I smile to myself, and walk around the bed, getting in and wrapping my arms around her tiny waist.
I kiss her neck, her jawline, her cheek, and her bare shoulder.
"Harry." I hear her giggle.
"Oops." (Hehe)
"Hi." - ;) - Sarah giggles.
She turns to me, and pecks my lips.
"Did you sleep well?" I ask.
"Yep." She smiles.
"Good." I kiss her nose, and she giggles some more.
I chuckle at her beautiful little giggles, and start peppering kisses all over her face.
"Harry!" Sarah giggles.
I get on top of her, and start to tickle her.
"Harry no!" I laugh.
"Harry yes!" I smirk.
I tickle her sides, the best place to tickle her, and I don't stop.
"Agh! Harry!" She yelps.
"Now now, baby, save that for later." I smirk.
"No! I'm not having sex with you after this! This is wrong!" She laughs.
"Oh yes you will! You know you can't resist me!" I say, tickling her more.
"Y-Yes I can!" She says.
"Ooh really?" I say.
"Really!" She giggles.
"Okay, fine." I stop.
"Thank you." Sarah says, trying to catch her breath.
I start kissing her neck, and her breath hitches. I smirk to myself. I got her right where I want her...
Sarah's P.O.V
Harry starts to kiss my neck, and I freeze up. I can do this. I can retain myself. Or can I?
"Is something wrong, love?" Harry says seductively.
"N-No." I whisper.
Harry chuckles lowly, and kisses my neck more. His hand squeezes my thigh. Harry leaves a lovebite on my neck, making me moan.
My eyes widen, and I put my hand over my mouth.
"I knew you couldn't resist." Harry smirks, then gets up, and leaves the room.
Harry's P.O.V
Sill girl. She thought she could resist, but I knew she couldn't. I knew her body well. I knew just how to touch her, and where to touch her. It wasn't hard.
I'm knocked out of my thoughts when my baby girl comes running down the stairs.
"Harry! Make love to me!" Sarah says.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, love. Apparently, I don't know your body.." I smirk to myself. I loved doing this to her.
"Harry, you know my body more than I know it myself! Please, Harry! I want you!" She pleads.
"Okay." I smirk.
Sarah's P.O.V
Harry rolls off of me, panting like crazy, but so am I.
"That was beautiful.." I pant.
"You're beautiful." Harry smirks, breathing hard.
"Shut up!" I giggle, playfully hitting his chest.
I get on top of him, and say, "Round two?" Harry smirks.
"Most definitely.."
Harry's P.O.V
Round two is over. Oh my gosh. Sex with Sarah was breathtaking. Literally.
"Okay, no more. I'm sore!" Sarah says.
"Good." I smirk, and peck her lips.
~Later on that day~
Sarah had taken another nap, leaving it quiet. She's been asleep for awhile, I must've done good. I smirk at the thought of Sarah screaming my name. She was so beautiful...

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Stockholm Syndrome
FanficStockholm 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...