Stockholm Syndrome//H.S

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He walks in, a huge smile lighting up his face.

"Guess what?" he asks.

"CHICKEN BUTT!" I scream.

"Oh my gosh," he breaths out. "You're in such a great mood despite the fact that you're on your pe-"

I get up, putting a finger on his face.

"You finish that sentence, and I'm cutting your balls off," I warn.

He smirks. "I don't think you'd like that."

I groan.

Harry takes a seat on my bed, and I follow him.

"So...I wanted to make a little deal," he informs me.

"What is this deal you're talking about?" I curiously ask.

He chuckles. "Take a chill-pill, sweetheart. I know how much you miss your family, and how much you want to tell them that you're okay."

My eyes widen. "You're going to let me communicate with them?!"

He smiles. "Yes, but-"

I jump on him, and hug him. We suddenly collapse onto the floor. Harry's on top of me.

He looks down at me, and at my lips. My heart starts beating faster than a cheetah running.

He starts leaning in, and I plainly close my eyes.

Who knew how much I craved this...

Our lips meet in a soft, warm kiss. My fingers entangle in his gorgeous hair, and his hands hold on to my waist.

He flips me over, so now I'm on him.

Once we pull away, we just lay there, staring at each other.

I let my fingers touch every single area on Harry's face.

His eyebrows (EYEBROWS ON FLEEK), his nose, his cheeks, and his lips.

Those plump, heart-shaped lips.

Without thinking, I brush my lips against his.

We continue kissing, but are rudely interrupted by a strange sound.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Harry groans in our kiss, but pulls away.

"The cupcakes just had to ruin our moment, eh?" he mutters.

We both scramble to get up, and once we're up, we just stare at each other.

I suddenly look down.

"So you made cupcakes," I say, breaking the awkward silence.

Harry scratches his head.

"Oh! The cupcakes! Here, come with me," he pleads, sticking out his hand for me to hold it.

I grin, and take it. We run into the kitchen, where Harry takes puts on a pair of mittens, and carefully takes out the tray of cupcakes, making sure to place them on the wooden tray.

I sit down, unsure on what to do.

Why the heck did we kiss?

I smack my forehead, totally confused on this situation.

"This is so wrong," my brain informs me.

"It feels so right, though," my heart argues back.

"You're gonna break," my brain warns.

I gulp. The least I want is to end up kidnapped and heartbroken.

Harry suddenly rushes in with a tray. Cupcakes are neatly stacked in a small pile, and 2 small bowls are filled up with ice cream.

My eyes widen, and a gigantic smile forms on my lips.

"Harry!" I gush. "You didn't have to!"

I see his cheeks turn a little red.

"It's alright. I thought maybe you wanted a delicious snack," he answers.

"You're the best!" I exclaim, and immediately take a bite of a red velvet cupcake.

"Mmmmm..." I moan. "So...good..."

He smirks. "I can make you moan even lou-"

I stuff a cupcake in his face, which completely makes it impossible for him to finish his dirty sentence.

"Oh my gosh, Harry! These cupcakes are pure heaven!" I squeal.

He smiles, and swallows the rest of the cupcake.

"I used to work in a bakery y'know?" he comments.

I stop chewing, and face him.

"No way," I murmur.

He looks down, and then faces me, sending me a weak smile.

"Yup," he responds, popping the 'p'.

He looks so sad, just sitting right there, tears visible on his gorgeous eyes.

I don't know what comes over me, but I jump on him, squishing him in a hug.

"Court-" Harry attempts to say, but I cut him off.

I press my lips on his, and then lay my head on his chest.

"Why am I feeling like this?" I blurt out.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asks.

I take a deep breath.

"Why do you make me feel butterflies in my stomach? I know this is wrong, because you're kidnapping me, but-" I began.

Harry brings my face closer to his.

"Oh baby girl. You've got Stockholm Syndrome," he informs me with a smirk.

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OMG...

She caught it! Courtney has Stockholm Syndrome!

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