Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Niall

I don't love you.

I don't love you.

I don't love you.

Even if I wanted to.

I can't love you.

I don't love you.

"Niall?"

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me. I'm in love with you." And then I did something I really shouldn't have. I took off my blind fold.

"Don't look!" Hands were pressed over my face and I was beginning to struggle as I tried to fight against him. He was much stronger, his hands pinning me down with a pillow over my eyes.

"If you love me then you will let me see you!" I screamed.

"You can't."

Was he crying?

He was crying.

No.

He was sobbing.

"I'm sorry. But-" I began to speak. But I couldn't. What was his problem? Why was he crying? Was it really that big of deal? It couldn't be.

"Let go of me." My voice was muffled because of the pillow, but audible.

"I can't. I can't let go." Why must he cry? He's only making this situation harder for me to hate him.

"Niall. Please." He sobbed.

"Tell me your name." I ordered. I needed answers. If I knew his name, then his appearance shouldn't matter because he said himself that I knew who he was... If I knew his name I would know the face just by memory.

"You know who I am."

"You have two options here. Tell me your name and or show your face," I paused. Both of us holding our breath.

"Or you leave, and I swear to god you won't be coming back."

The second option was the easiest way to go. I sounded so stupid- talking like I actually had some say and control in this whole thing.

Bullshit.

That's what this whole thing was.

Bullshit.

"Niall-"

"It's not fair." I cut him off.

"Please, close your eyes." He whispered. I sighed but did as I was told.

"Are they closed?"

"Yes." I said, irritated.

The pillow was removed from my face, his hands removed from my body, and his body removed from me. I laid there, my eyes closed.

Was this really happening? Was I really going to see him?

"Before you open your eyes. Can you promise me something?"

"Depends."

"Promise me you won't leave me." His words caught me off guard and I was rather confused. Leave him? How could I leave him? I was stuck here.

"I can't promise that."

"Then promise you won't kick me out and that you'll give me a chance here. I love you, I do. I'm doing this because I love you."

"For one. You don't hurt those you love, and two... I promise I won't kick you out."

"Okay." He let out a large sigh like he was preparing himself. Why was he so nervous? I was the one about to find out who my fucking kidnapper was.

I was about to find out who was the mastermind behind all of this bullshit. I was the one who was about to find out who had raped me and locked me away to sink in my own depression. I was the one about to finally find out who was behind all of my pain and unnecessary tears.

Not him.

"Can I open my eyes?" I asked as I began to sit up in the bed.

"Yes." I barley heard him.

Opening my eyes was a lot harder than I thought it would be. It suddenly became impossible. I kept telling myself to just do it, just open my damn eyes but it was so hard to do. I couldn't do it. And then I did it. And by the time my eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room, it was too late to turn back. I saw him.

I gasped, I did know this man. I didn't know him personally.... But....

I couldn't believe it.

Why?

Why him?

What did he want with me?

But-

It made no sense.

He sat there with his head down and eyes closed like he was in pain.

"Edward?"

"My name is Harry."