Baby, Look What You've Done to Me [Lirry]

Chapter 10: Decision Made - LAST CHAPTER!

Chapter 10: Decision Made - LAST CHAPTER!!! (Until the epilogue, that is! :P) 

 “Are you going back home or are you staying with me?"

At that question and the serious expression on Liam's face, Harry can't help but smile and lean forward to kiss his lips softly. When he pulls away, Liam is just blinking through what Harry believes is confusion at that sudden display of affection without much of an answer. But Harry was hoping that already demonstrated what his answer is.

Since it clearly didn’t, he sighs and chuckles as he leans his forehead against Liam’s. “Do you want me to clarify things then, Liam?”

“That would be – Unless I read that wrong, then maybe I should just go.”

“Stop worrying,” Harry dismisses, pulling Liam as close as they were before when he tried to get up and leave the younger lad again. “I’m not letting you leave before I can explain things. You can’t keep running away from me.”

“I just don’t wanna hear you telling me you don’t want me anymore, if you even wanted me – “

To interrupt him, Harry places a finger on Liam’s lips and gives the older lad a stern look. “Hush. I’m talking now, and you’re not gonna interrupt, got it?” When Liam nods, Harry smiles in triumph and pecks Liam’s lips another time before he starts his long, practiced speech.

He just hopes he actually makes sense when he explains it all. How awful would it be if he doesn’t?

“First of all, I want you to stop doubting how I feel about you. This is probably lame and all, but I’m pretty sure – Actually, I’m very  sure that I fell for you the first time I saw you. Well, maybe not the very first  time, since you did kidnap me and made me pass out to bring me here all the way from my office, but probably right after that… So, I guess our second encounter, when I found out your name and you weren’t treating me as badly? I mean, you did treat me much better than Louis, and so did Niall and Zayn, but you were much sweeter than the first time – I’m probably rambling now, aren’t I?”

Liam shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips before he opens his mouth and appears to want to say something, but Harry glares at him. The brown-eyed lad shuts his mouth, not before sticking his tongue out childishly.

“Good. Remember: no talking while I am, Liam,” Harry states, then runs a hand through his hair as he tries to recall what he was going on about. “Right. Now I remember what I was supposed to say before mentioning the others. Do you know what ‘Stockholm syndrome’ is?”

“No,” Liam answers, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Should I know what that is?”

“Well, if you’ve actually kidnapped a lot of people, then this could’ve happened before. Stockholm syndrome is when the victim, which is me in this case, ends up feeling some sort connection/bond or falling for their kidnapper; you.”

“… Is that a bad thing?”

Looking into his eyes, Harry smiles lovingly and takes Liam’s hand in his to intertwine their fingers together. “I don’t believe it is. I mean, if is a bad thing, then I don’t wanna be right. It also depends on the situation for the victim, but that doesn’t matter to me. All I know now, for sure, is that I - … I love you and that wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t kidnapped me in the first place.”

“Are you always this cheesy?” Liam questions suddenly, giggling as Harry frowns at him.

“Why did you have to ruin the moment? That was so sweet and you know it!” the green-eyed lad argues, slapping Liam’s arm. “I literally just poured my heart and soul to you and you call me ‘cheesy’? That’s all I get from you?!”