Stockholm Syndrome//H.S

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(A/N: I had to...)

"Here...I need to show you something," he states, and holds my hand.

We walk to the room that had shown me the truth about Zayn...

The room full of me...

Harry opens the door, the door creaking open.

I look away from all the walls filled with my pictures. In all of the pictures, I had been oblivious to someone staring at me.

Harry starts going through the drawers, obviously looking for something important.

I walk to a small little desk with drawers, and slowly open one.

My eyes widened, and my knees felt weak.

"Oh! You found the weapons! Thanks, baby girl!" he says, leaving a small kiss on my cheek, his soft lips feeling so heavenly.

He kneels down, and takes out a black handgun.

He stretches out his hand, and hands me the gun.

The gun feels cold under my fingers, and I feel sweat starting to accumulate on my hands.

This is a very powerful weapon. A powerfully dangerous weapon. One bullet equals one death.

I look up at Harry, and I notice my hands shaking.

"H-Harry. I c-can't do this. I d-don't need this g-gun," I stutter.

"You do. You're so scared that a bear will pop out of nowhere and eat us up! OH NO! A BEAR!" he teases.

I playfully smack his chest, and Harry chuckles.

"Smile, baby girl. Please," he begs.

I grip the deadly weapon in my hands, and look at Harry.

"Of course," I reply, plastering a weak smile on my face.

"C'mon. You can do so much better than that!" he exclaims, and starts tickling me.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HARRY! STOP!" I scream, and I'm laughing so hard that tears are rolling down my cheeks.

"Nope! Me is the tickle monster! RAWR!" he growls playfully.

I somehow slip out of his grip, and I stumble to get up.

I sprint to my room, and slide under my bed.

After a few seconds, I hear Harry's footsteps.

"Where could Courtney be? Hmmm..." he wonders, and even without looking, I know he's smiling.

"Hmmm....Courtney? Where are you?" he asks.

I close my eyes, and pray thathe doesn't find me.

"BOO!" Harry exclaims as he pulls me out by my legs.

"HARRY!" I scream.

He picks me up, and I jump into his arms.