Harry's P.O.V
"W-What?" I gulp.
"I said I'm pregnant." Sarah says, her voice shaky.
I can't say anything. I can't do anything either.
"A-Are you mad?" Sarah sniffs. Oh no, she's crying.
"No baby no! Just in shock." I say.
"Are you sure you're not mad? You're awful quiet." She sniffs.
"No baby, I'm not. Just come out, please." I say. And she does.
Sarah walks out with tears streaming down her face. I immediately hug her, and don't let go.
"Ssh, it's okay." I say, rubbing her back.
"No it's not! You probably hate me!" Sarah cries.
"No I don't. I'm just shocked that's all." I say.
"I'm sorry, Harry." She cries.
"Ssh, Kitten. It's okay."
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I've been comforting Sarah for nearly an hour now, and she had cried herself to sleep.
I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and stroked her face. I hated it that she thinks that I hate her because of this. I mean yeah, I wasn't ready, but this baby was coming no matter what. Besides, I've always wanted to have a child of my own. But I knew it'd be hard because of my bipolar disorder, and my past.
Sarah's eyes slowly open, and I smile.
"I didn't mean to wake you, love." I smile.
"It's fine." She whispers.
"You know I love you, right?" I ask.
"Yeah." She whispers.
"And you know we can get through this, right?" I question.
"I-I-" I cut her off.
"We can do this, babe. I know we can." I say.
"But Harry, I'm only seventeen." She says.
"So what! I've seen you do lots of things a normal seventeen year old girl wouldn't do." I say.
"Like what?" Sarah asks.
"Like falling in love with a murderer..."
Sarah's P.O.V
Harry decided to show me around Atlanta. And I have to say, it's a beautiful city. There's such big buildings.
"Atlanta's beautiful.." I say in awe.
"You want to know what else is beautiful?" Harry asks.
"What?" I ask. Me?
"You." I knew it.
"You're always calling me beautiful." I say.
"I say it because it's true, and because I don't want you to forget." Harry smiles.
"Trust me, as many times as you tell me I'm beautiful, I promise you I won't forget." I giggle.
"Good." Harry chuckles.
Harry had taken me to this cute little park, and we decided to sit on the bench.
I rest my head on his shoulder, and he rests his head on top of my head. I hold his hand, and his fingers interlocks with mine.
"I love you, Harry.." I whisper.
Harry kisses the top of my head.
"I love you too, darling.."
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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...
