Stockholm Syndrome

Cora Greer's P.O.V:

Harry and I had left a little early so we could go to this cute as fuck ice cream shop nearby.

I was sitting on the table, moving my legs to and fro and licking my mint chip ice cream. Harry was leaning against the table staring at me as he told me something funny and I threw my head back and laughed at it.

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski was playing in the background.

We were having so much fun doing basically nothing and it felt amazing.

Harry suddenly took my hand, pulling me towards him as we started dancing like idiots in the middle of the cafe.

We were all alone in the huge ice cream parlor having the time of our fucking lives.

Even the guy giving out the ice cream had fled to the back after seeing Harry and serving us the ice cream

Pussy. He doesn't know my Harry like I do.

"Hey, you wanna go to the beach?" Harry suddenly asked out of the blue.

"Yes! Yes, I do!" I laughed. He took my hand and we ran out to his car. He started the car and turned onto the road.

I switched the radio on and was happy t find out that Always and Forever was playing on it.

"I love this song!" I yelled at Harry since the roof of the car was down so it was hard to hear. I turned the volume up as high as it would go and then stood up.

Harry's arm shot out to snake around my hips so I wouldn't fall.

I spread my arms out and closed my eyes with content as my hair flew behind me wildly. The cold wind felt really nice on my face despite it being a little chilly. I felt free, I felt happy, I felt satisfied with what I had for once in my entire fucking life.

I could see Harry chuckle out of the corner of my eye and saw the beach coming up on the right as the woods started to end.

The sea shimmered under the moon light and everything looked quite and peaceful.

Harry stopped the car and I immediately jumped over the car doors, taking off my high heels as I stumbled forward.

"Last one in's a rotten egg!" I yelled gleefully as I broke into a sprint towards the water.

"Oh no you don't, kitten!" I heard Harry call out as he chased after me. I laughed out loud when he caught me by the waist and tackled me to the ground just as I was about to reach the water.

"It's too cold, kitten, I don't want you getting sick." he chuckled as I struggled underneath him.

"Don't be a fucking bitch, you pussy!" I laughed at him.

"Ouch." he pouted, pretending to be hurt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby." I cooed, putting a stray strand of his hair behind his ear.

He suddenly grabbed my wrists and slammed them beside my head in the white sand.

"You need to make it up to me now." he smirked. "Oh, do I? " I asked, a small smirk playing on my own lips.

I suddenly used all my strength to roll us over and grabbed his wrists, pinning them down and catching him off guard.

"Okay then." I whispered, my eyes narrowed. He looked flustered all of the sudden. I laughed at his face, an un-lady-like snort escaping my lips in the process.

He suddenly burst out laughing again too and we were finding it hard to contain our fit of uncontrollable laughter.

My sides started to fucking ache but as soon as we'd stop laughing we would start cackling even harder than last time.

I suddenly started to cry. Harry stopped laughing immediately and looked at me with a worried look on is beautiful face.

"What is it, kitten?" he asked softly as he cupped my face in his hands.

"I-It's just that-I'm so- so happy!" I gasped between sobs.

Harry sat up with me still straddling his torso as he wiped away my tears. "I've never been so happy before and- and I just don't know what to do or- or how to thank you. You guys are like a family to me and- and I just..." I paused as I looked up from my trembling hands and into his green eyes.

"...I- I think I love you, Harry." I ended in a whisper.

It felt like the world stopped for a moment. Like it fucking stood still. I couldn't even hear the sound of the waves anymore. Or maybe it was cause I was just too busy gazing at him.

He hesitantly leaned forward and I just crashed my lips on his impatiently, catching him off guard as he fell back on the sand with me on top. We kissed like we were hungry for each other and we hadn't eaten in days. My heart hammered in my ears as our breaths picked up the pace.

Harry flipped us over like a fucking crepe, with him in between my legs, and put his left hand beside my face as the other roamed up my exposed thigh causing goosebumps to break onto my pale skin.

I snaked my hands up into his hair as our kisses became more desperate, more needy. His kisses started lowering onto my jawline, then my neck and, eventually, my exposed cleavage.

I was finding it hard to breathe as a tiny gaspy moan escaped my lips against his ear, earning a deep throaty groan from him too.

This was all new to me and I was feeling things I'd never felt before in my fucking life. All I knew was that I wanted him and I wanted him to do certain things to me.

I felt something hard against my thigh and a small cry of surprise escaped my lips as a deep blush rose to my already flushed cheeks. That didn't stop him though.

He tugged at the fabric on my shoulders, trying to lower them so he could continue his attack of kisses along my collar bone.

He grunted in frustration as the fabric stopped at my upper arms cause it wouldn't go lower than that without ripping up the plunging neckline.

"Please don't ruin my dress!" I managed to breathe in between my gasps with a grin.

"No promises, kitten. You shouldn't have kissed me. We're all alone out here and there's no one to stop me from doing the things I've been wanting to do to you since the moment I spotted you at the club." He said in his husky voice with a smirk planted on his perfect lips.

His hardness pushed up against the thin fabric of my baby pink underwear earning another moan from my lips as a tingling sensation went through my stomach.

"No regrets." I managed to whisper in his ear as he began to unbuckle his pants.

An unwanted memory flashed through my mind and I struggled to stay focused. No, Cora, this is fine, you're fine. Harry is good, he isn't bad like the others. You can trust him.

My eyes were starting to tear up again as he lowered his pants. I looked up at the sky ignoring the dreadful feeling that was pooling up in my stomach.

"H-Harry, I don't think I can-" I started but my voice broke.

"Don't worry, kitten. We won't do anything unless you want me to. For now, just trust me." he breathed as he lowered his boxers and I glance down at him, my eyes widening, before averting my gaze up at the stars again.

Fuck, he's big.

He started kissing me again and I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself in the moment.

He started touching me over my lacy underwear which was obviously very warm and wet by now.

As he was kissing my neck, he suddenly stopped touching me and started thrusting his dick against my clit.

What the fuck are we doing?

I don't know what this was, just that it felt so fucking good. There was a splendid knot tying up in my stomach and I began to feel like something good was about to come.

I gasped against his ear, my mind spinning wildly as he started to go faster. He was staring down at me like he was observing my reaction or something and to be honest I didn't mind it. It actually made it hotter.

My back started arching up towards him and he kissed my cleavage again.

"H-Harry-" I gasped against his ear. He didn't slow down.

Suddenly I came and my back arched into him so far I thought my spine would fucking crack. My neck arched up towards the sky too as a sound escaped my throat that I'd never heard coming from my mouth before.

Harry's movements slowed down as I came off my high and settled back into the soft sand, trying to catch my breath and calm myself down.

Did we just fuck without having to actually fuck?

He kissed my mouth softly. "You even moan like a fucking kitten." he said chuckling. "What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" I let out a small laugh as I leaned up to kiss him. "Just that you're hot as fuck." He replied as he fell down beside me after pulling his pants up and we just gazed up at the stars for a little while.

"Come on. we gotta go." Harry said after a few minutes and stood up, offering me a hand. I sat up slowly, still a little dazed, and took his hand. He helped me up and started walking but I stumbled over my own feet when I tried to do the same, landing on all fours. My legs were still tingling all over and I looked up at Harry with a sheepish grin on my face.

He chuckled as he helped me stand up again and suddenly picked me up bridal style.

"Let's get you home and into bed, kitten." he said giving me a peck on my lips before marching towards his car.

* * * * *

Cora Greer's P.O.V:

I was drying my hair when I came out from my steaming hot shower. "Harry?" I called out when I noticed his absence in the room. I shrugged and threw my towel in the hamper as I sat down on the bed to moisturize my legs with this amazing scented cream.

I heard something fall and shatter and jumped up, startled. I looked behind me and saw that a glass had fallen from my bedside table.

I slowly and cautiously walked over to the other side of the bed to observe and make sense of what the fuck had just happened.

"Yoo hooo." a deep voice sang from behind me. I whipped my head around and before I could even make out the guys face he blew this strange powder in my face that made me go dizzy.

I stumbled backwards and tried to grab onto something to steady myself but found nothing and fell onto the floor.

I looked up at the guy and gasped.

"M-Miles!" I cried as he slowly stalked forward.

It was fucking Miles Davis. Only he looked a little different. His eyes were all white and he looked demonic.

"Who's Miles?" he asked with a small chuckle. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, Miles!" I cried. My vision was starting to get blurry.

"Hurt me?" he asked. When he was only a few inches away he knelt down to stare at me, his head turned to the side as he frowned.

"What'd you do to me, Cora?" he whispered as his hand came out to caress my face. I flinched at his cold touch and a choked whimper escaped my lips.

Suddenly it was all too much and my vision blackened as I fell back and passes out.

* * * * *

Harry Styles' P.O.V:

I entered the room with the mugs in hand. I had made hot chocolate for me and Cora.

"Kitten? Where are you?" I called out as I set the mugs down and went to look for her in the bathroom.

She wasn't there.

I searched the room, a bad feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. I spotted broken glass beside the bed and knelt down to inspect it.

There were a few drops of blood there as well, indicating that Cora probably cut herself on it.

Something odd caught my eye. There was fine white powder scattered on the ground.

I traced my finger over it and brought it up to my nose, cautiously sniffing it.

I straightened up as sudden deep roar of anger escaped my throat and everyone burst into the room.

"Harry! What is it?" Zayn asked, gun in hand. I stood up, clenching my fist at my side as I held my other hand out towards Louis.

He inspected the powder before slowly sniffing it and his eyes widened.

"Scopolamine." Louis said. "What?" Niall asked. "Devil's breath." Liam said grimly.

( Devil's breath comes as a fine white powder which is blown into the victim's face or used to spike food and drinks, and renders people helpless within minutes.Victims have reported feeling drowsiness, clouded vision, incoherent speech and even frightening hallucinations. )

"Who did this?" Zayn asked.

"Ford." The name felt like acid on my tongue as my teeth clenched in anger.

"He took my kitten." I growled in a low voice.

"And I want her BACK!!!" I roared.