Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Niall

So we talked.

I was surprised I could even breath afterwards. But... We talked. And now I know everything.

From the time we met in high school. I remember him now, the boy in my science class or what ever... The boy who kissed me after my football game. He told me how he's been waiting for me all this time and how he can't live without me. I don't believe that, surely he can live without me. He lived with out me before he met me.

He can do it again.

He told me everything... And really, I had nothing to say. I wasn't angry, I wasn't as hurt as I thought I would be, I was just shocked.

Edward- sorry- Harry was the last person I thought it to be.

But it makes sense.

The reason I recognized his voice but I didn't know it.

The reason he said he knew max but not closely.

It all makes sense.

The only thing he didn't tell me- mostly because I didn't bring it up- was who helped him kidnap me. Or who raped me when I first got here because I know it wasn't him.

By the time we finished talking, it was late. And I mean- it was past midnight.

We talked more than just about... The situation. He asked me about my family, I asked about his. But he was more interested in me. I wanted more answers from him but, I was happy with what I got that night.

To see him.

At least I knew who he was now.

And strangely- I didn't hate him.

***

Day 59

Nothing has really changed since Harry revealed himself to me. Well, I mean there's been a huge change but besides that I'm still locked up with shitty meals.

Harry has promised to let me outside, he's just been extremely busy lately. He works for a guy named Zayn or something, doing odd jobs. That's all I know. And odd jobs could be anything. Literally.

From painting a house and mowing lawns to selling crack on the streets.

So I didn't bother to ask what these odd jobs were.

He keeps telling me he loves me but I refuse to say it back. Even just to please him. I don't love him and if I tell him I do he'll think what he's done is okay. And it's not. I want to go home and be in my own bed, I want to go back to school and see my friends and by God I want to see Max. I never thought I would miss someone so much before. But I miss Max. I miss his rude attitude and his party boy personality, I miss him arguing with me and making me do stupid things I normally would never do... I miss him.

Not only does Harry keep telling me he loves me, but he keeps trying to... I don't know.... Make a move? I can't tell if he's making a move and then backing out, or just taking things slow. He seems to get very nervous when I let him kiss me, like it will be taken too far or something.

I kind of have to admit something to myself. I have to admit that I, Niall Horan, want to have sex with Harry.

And I want it bad.

Is that wrong? I mean, it's only been a week since he's revealed himself to me. I should be mad at him, I should have found a way out of here by now but no- instead I'm sitting here writing about how I want to have sex with Harry.