Breaking Points

Part Three of Sophie Miller's Stockholm Syndrome Sophie Miller is no stranger to kidnapping. Getting kidnapped four times in the span of nearly three years practically makes her an expert on the matter. Anne Miller though, Sophie's newly found sister and first time kidnapee, knows one thing her sister doesn't: never let Stockholm Syndrome into your head. It's easier said than done when the One Direction boys prove to not only to have sick, perverted sides, but also worried and loving ones. Will Sophie succomb to the boys' charming attitude once and for all, or will Anne manage to get herself and her sister out before she too is stuck with Stockholm Syndrome? After all, Harry, Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam have proven repeatedly that their breaking points are right around the corner...


9. Reunion

I stand in the hotel’s hallway, frowning as I see Anne enter Zayn’s room just beside ours. “Why again do I have to share my room with you?” I ask Harry as he drops some suitcases at the end of the bed.

“We only have five rooms. Now stop complaining and get in here.”

“Okay... But I didn’t have to be with you.” I ignore him and lean on the doorframe, reluctant to move inside. “I mean Anne and I could’ve paired up and you and Louis too,” I propose. “Five rooms would still be occupied.”

“I don’t exactly trust you to be alone with your sister right now,” The curly-haired boy says slowly.

“And I don’t trust you. So we’re equal,” I retort, glancing momentarily in the hallway.

“Can you stop being difficult and just get inside? Please?” He sighs. “Someone might see you.”

“Not that I would mind.”

“Sophie,” He glares.

“Harry,” I glower back. He rolls his eyes, passing his hand into his hair.

“Jesus I don’t remember you being that stubborn,” Harry mumbles, before grabbing my arm and pulling me inside forcefully. I cross my arms as he shuts the door, watching him warily as he takes a seat on the bed. “Sit with me,” The older-boy offers, patting beside him.

“Not sure that’s going to happen.”

Standing up, the British boy exhales loudly, bending to rummage into one of the suitcases. He pulls out a stuffed turtle, and hands it to me.


“I’m going to shower...I’m leaving you alone to sort you thoughts okay?” Harry says, his green eyes boring into mine. I nod slowly, clutching the turtle between my fingers.

He gives me one last look, and turns around to go to the washroom. I barely catch a glimpse of his tattooed torso as he removes his shirt, before he’s gone behind the door.

I wait without moving for a few seconds, until I hear the sound of water running. I glance at the door, biting my lip, then to the stuffed turtle in my hands. I could get out and try to get to Anne, but Padgett has all the answers to the holes in my memory. Unsure of what to do, I look between the door and Padgett repeatedly, before deciding to open the turtle up. It might be helpful to know how I ended up meeting those boys.

Using an envelope opener I found in one of the drawers, I slice his stomach open, looking worriedly at the multiple torn strings on Padgett’s stomach. Maybe I should sew some Velcro there instead of always adding new strings... it’ll be less complicated.

Shaking my head, I start pulling out all the shards of paper that filled him, spreading them out on the bed. There was a lot. Sitting on the bed sheets, I start opening them one by one.

Harry singing me to sleep. Learning Niall hadn’t raped anybody. Zayn helping me escape. Liam giving me Padgett. Louis making me laugh. Cooking with Niall. Zayn’s understanding. Liam’s good side. Harry’s kisses. Louis’s personality. Niall getting out of the hospital. Harry’s green eyes. My Stockholm syndrome. Louis’s open-mind. Zayn’s support. Niall’s laugh. Liam’s protective aura. Their love for me.

I start crying, a strong wave of emotion hitting me hard as I recall my father taking away my memories. Why would he?! How could he take away the only happiness I had in this world? And Anne knew about the drugs, yet she was willing to go fetch them? The events of the bus all make sense now... Niall’s apology, Harry’s worried face when I didn’t recognize him and the others... Oh my God Harry.

“Harry!” I hiccup loudly. Almost immediately, the shower stops running and Harry makes an appearance, wrapping a towel around his waist.

“What's wrong?”

Harry. I run over to him and kiss him passionately. “Gosh I’m so sorry Harry!” I say between kisses, my hands wrapping around his neck.

“You’re back?” He questions, breathless.

“I’m back. And I love you,” I state, before joining our lips once more. Suddenly, it’s like we can’t get enough of each other. Like we’ve been apart for too long.

“Sophie I love you too,” he breathes, holding my head as he bends down to kiss my neck lustfully. My hands tangle in his wet hair and I shut my eyes as he presses his lips on every accessible inch of my skin. My hands trail down the back of his head and stop at his shoulder blades, gripping them tightly when our lips meet once more.

His towel drops to the floor as he lifts me up and onto the bed, his tattooed body now towering over mine. Pieces of paper with happy memories flutter around us as the weight on the bed shifts.

“I missed you so much Soph...” He groans, digging his face into my neck.

“I missed you too. I love you,” I murmur, my fingers slowly sliding down his chest, catching the trickling water droplets from his brief shower.

He hastily removes my jumper, his mouth catching mine into yet another languorous kiss as soon as he can. The kiss breaks and he presses our foreheads together, breathing heavily while we stare in each other’s eyes.

“I love you,” He repeats again.

“Then make love to me,” I whisper.

“If I do, I’m not letting you leave me after that. Ever.” Harry states, eyes burning with desire. “I’m not making that mistake again.”

“Then don’t. I don’t care. I want to stay with you. I love you.”

His soft lips meet mine again, his hands sliding down the length of my body as he felt me up. The curly-haired boy rids me of my sweats and panties, throwing both of them carelessly somewhere in the room.

“I love you so much Soph... You’re perfect,” He murmurs. I feel his fingers tracing the scars on my wrists, mixed with the sensation of his mouth on mine. “You’re perfect and you’re mine.”

The love emanating from him feels heavenly, his heated skin against mine making goose bumps rise everywhere. Arousal pools in the lower part of my stomach when he moans, his hips slowly pressing against my own.

“Harry please.” I try grabbing anything of him I could reach. My small hands warp around his inked biceps, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Patience Soph,” He smiles on my mouth, his palms on my chest.

“I’ve waited a month to be back in your arms Harold... Don’t ask me to be patient,” I say, rolling my eyes. He chuckles, tapping my nose lightly with his index before kissing it.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I doubt that,” He mumbles, two of his fingers sliding inside me. “You’re so wet for me,” He purrs, pressing his lips to the hollow of my neck.

“Harry please I need you... I love you so much.”

Without wasting more time, he takes his throbbing member and carefully pushes inside my tight walls.

I groan, shutting my eyes briefly. Harry grunts as he pushes to the hilt, holding himself up with his arms. His breaths are short and raspy as he looks at me from under the mass of curls.

“So perfect,” he utters, pulling out before slamming in just as deep. I moan loudly, clutching his neck tightly. I pull our faces together, joining our lips as our hips meet with each of Harry’s slow and deep thrusts.

The green-eyed boy ends up with his face in between my breasts a few times, licking his way up as he focuses to shove himself in and out of me repeatedly. I find myself thrusting my hips up at each of his plunges.

I whine in pleasure when I feel on the brink of climaxing.

“Harryyy,” I whimper, my nails digging crescents in his arm.

“Go ahead love,” He groans, his large hand reaching down to stimulate everything he could. I feel myself clenching around his burning member and almost simultaneously, we moan and orgasm together, Harry’s hot cum filling me up.

He drops to my side, both of us panting loudly.

“I’m going to have to write that one down,” I say softly, looking at all the folded papers surrounding us. I turn around to look at him. “Sex with you is certainly a Padgett worthy memory,” I breathe. He kisses my forehead, hugging me to him.

“I certainly hope it is,” He coos, his hands rubbing my arms soothingly.

We stay silent for a few seconds, comfortable in each other’s arms. Then I frown. We hadn’t used any means of protection

“Harry... We’re going to have to be The Day-After pill,” I state worriedly. His fingers trace slow circles on my shoulder.

“We’ll go tomorrow,” he nods, kissing my neck. There’s a short pause. “But would you be willing to have one with me one day?”

“Have one?”

“A baby...” He caresses my stomach. “We could have a baby together someday,” He proposes. “I think you’d be so beautiful, so radiant, holding our child in your stomach...”

My fingers intertwine with his as I think of it. I’m not ready for a child just yet. My life isn’t stable...

“Someday... Just not now,” I nod, kissing his knuckles. He pulls me closer.

“Someday,” he exhales.

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