Stockholm Syndrome

Twelve

Ava's POV

Harry left a few hours ago for his meeting. It was now 4pm. I'm currently sat on our leather sofa watching random things on TV.

A large grey woolly jumper adorns my body along with light grey skinny jeans. My wrists have healed slightly but they still hurt sometimes. After we finished our breakfast in bed, I accompanied Harry to the gym to work out with his trainer. He wanted me to be his motivation which I think is cute. It's also one of the places he took me when we first started dating. We picked up some McDonalds on the way home. Doesn't really go with the gym but we were hungry.

Although before Harry left he was acting a bit weird? Making sure all the windows and doors were locked, not to answer the door or the phone etc.. But I guess he wants me to feel safe while he's gone.

I cautiously make my way into the kitchen, switching the kettle on and grabbing a mug out of the cupboard. I place one teabag in my cup, adding some milk as I wait for the kettle to boil. I laugh at my mug: I Love Harry Styles, bought by the one and only. I remember opening it last Christmas, along with many other extravagant gifts.

Just as the kettle finished boiling, a rapid knocking sounds from the door. Great. I decide to ignore it but the person doesn't seem to get the message. My phone buzzes signalling a call. I look at the caller ID: Francis Blake – My manager.

I press answer and hold the phone up to my ear, setting my tea on the table.

"Hello?" I say

"Hello Ava. I'm outside your door, would you mind letting me in. Are you alone? I would like to discuss a few things." He asks, why today?

"Umm, yeah I guess. Harry will be back soon."

I put the phone down and walk to the door, unlocking it and letting him in.

"Would you like a drink?" I ask as he follows me into the kitchen.

"Oh, no thank you. I shan't be staying long." Oh. "Sorry if I was disrupting anything, I wanted to discuss a few modelling jobs that are available soon." Great.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll just grab a notepad." I say awkwardly, going into the study and finding a notebook. I grab my spotty spiral bound from the desk and a pen. When I return I find Francis looking at my Get Well cards amongst the Christmas ones. I cough quickly to gain his attention.

"How are you, by the way." He asks.

"Getting better. Yourself?"

"That's good and fine thank you. Anyway, there's some catalogue and website modelling available for Abercrombie for their spring collection. We would also like you to make an appearance at the Catching Fire premier. The Victoria's Secrets Fashion Show is also coming to London and you can make an appearance there too." I take quick notes.

"Hollister have also booked the studio for the spring photo shoot for a fortnight on Wednesday." Wow, that would be nice.

"Okay, that's fine. I can do the Abercrombie job, is that next year?" I ask, chewing the end of my pen.

"Yes, in January ready for the spring. Well that's is. I will email you the details." He says shutting his Ipad case.

"Okay thank you." I reply following him to the door, just as Harry walks in. I notice his fists clench and his previous smile disappears.

"Hi babe, Francis was just leaving." I give him a kiss on the cheek but he doesn't seem to notice, his gaze is fixed on Mr Blake.

"Nice to see you Ava, we will have to schedule another meeting soon." Francis smiles. "Nice to see you again, Harry. Take care." At that the door closes and Harry's fists unclench.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I thought I said not to answer the door!" He snaps, causing me to jump.

"Y-you d-did. He rang me. He's my manager Haz." I stutter, slightly shocked by his outburst. He brushes his hands through his hair.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have snapped. How are you?" His mood changes quickly and I decide to brush it off.

"Umm, fine thanks. What happened at your meeting?"

"Nothing interesting really, just discussing the next tour dates and album signings." We walk into the lounge, Harry sits on the sofa and immediately starts drinking my tea.

"Hey! That was mine." I playfully smack his arm.

"Sorry, not anymore. What did he want?"

"Just some more modelling jobs and he wants me to go to the Catching Fire premier and the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show." I smile leaning next to him.

"Nothing else?" He asks with uncertainty

"No why?" I ask, picking up Glamour from the table.

"Nothing just wondered, it was a bit sudden. That's all."

"Okay. I like your hair like that." I smile, running my hand through his long hair.

"Thanks I like your hair like that too." He laughs, patting my messy bun on my head. "When do you want to put the Christmas decorations up?"

"Now?"

"Sure."

After a while of untangling lights and sorting the position of the tree, the house is now decorated. The large tree covered in baubles, the banister wrapped in tinsel and our signature reindeer sits on the mantle piece.

"Hey babe I think it's our turn to do the dinner this year." Harry calls from the kitchen, bringing two hot mugs with him.

"Oh really? That will be fun." I say. My hands grasping the hot chocolate.

"Yeah, Liam just texted me. He also asks what we would like for Christmas."

"Hmmm. I really don't know. Let him decide. He's got Chantelle to help him too. Don't you just love Christmas?"

"Not as much as I love you."

I laugh as we watch Trollied's Christmas special.

"We'll have to go shopping soon."

"Yeah. What are we doing tomorrow?" I ask, my chin resting on Harry's shoulder.

"How about a nice walk at Hampstead Heath

"Perfect."

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Sorry it's a short!!

I am going to do a playlist later on, if you have any suggestions???

Thanks for reading :)