Stockholm Syndrome {h.s}

Three

**2 DAYS LATER**

I wake up in what feels like months or even years after what I remember, that night. I lift my head up off of a stained and old mattress that sinks horribly, not even a sheet placed over it, nor blanket. I look around the room that I woke up in and don't recognize it at all. It's freezing cold and I began to panic. When I try to stand to my feet, I hear metal chains cling at my feet. Before I know it, I feel hot tears fall to my cheeks.

"God please no, this can't be happening" I try to convince myself. This can't happen to me. What would anyone want to do with me? I'm a normal 17 year old teenage girl. This just can't be happening to me. How long have I been gone? My mom must have sent a search team to find me already. But that's the thing, where am I? I fall to my knees again and by now I'm in complete sobs, screaming. "Why me? Why me?" I scream, hoping someone outside this place can hear me. "Someone help me! Please!" I yell again, pulling on the chains at my feet. I look down at my arms, a bandage covering my right forearm. My sobs stop, but not completely, while I let go of the chains that are tightly wrapped around my left ankle I move my arm to the bandage and undo the clips, causing the bandage to fall off of my arm. I begin to sob again at the sight of many small holes in the place where the bandage was seconds ago. They drugged me; but who are they? "Somebody! Please help me!" I scream once more but a little louder. My cheeks are covered in tears and a few tear drops fall to my tank top from the same night I blanked out at. The next thing I hear is heals coming from outside the door, just a few feet across from me. I back up, pressing my back to the wall and sob harder as the sound of healed boots come clearer. The old looking wood door opens with a loud slam as it hits agents the wall as a tall curly haired boy enters the room.

"I swear to God if you don't shut your goddamn mouth right now I'll slit your throat." he threatens me through his teeth, his dark green but almost black eyes stare into mine. "I can easily go find another girl for Tuesday night." he says to me coldly like I know what he's talking about; but I clearly don't. He tares his eyes from mine and leaves the room, door wide open. As soon as he leaves and is out of sight I let out a breath I must have been holding for a minute and look to the small window to my right, thinking of a plan once I'm out of these chains. The mysterious boy comes back around the corner and enters this haunted room again, this time he won't stop walking towards me.

"Stop, please. Get the hell away from me!" I yell at him as he bends down beside me with a bandana and a pair of handcuffs in his large hand. I raise a hand to punch him in the jaw, just as he stops it to connecting with his face with his palm covering my fingers together, inches from his beautiful face.

"Don't." he warns me in a accent. That accent. How did I not recognize it from before? He's the same man who took me that night I blacked out. I take my hand back from his. "If you corporate with me you would make this a lot easier for the both of us." he tells me looking back into my dark brown eyes. He expects me to just believe him? He's my kidnapper.

"Wh-what do you want from me?" I stutter, my voice a raspy whisper. My cheeks are cold but still wet from my tears moments ago.

"Turn around." He orders. Why did he calling me 'baby' the night he took me but now he's acting like he didn't? I cringe at the thought of him calling me baby. "Turn around." he repeats himself slowly and in a lower voice, interrupting my thoughts.

I do as he says, what other choice do I have? Getting my throat slit? Making me break the stare once again. I feel his warm but rough hands bring my hands behind me, I flinch at his almost gentle touch. Cold metal is placed on my wrist, tightening in seconds. I sigh when the bandana comes next, placed over my mouth. When the man I hate most in the world stands to his feet, towering over me and looks back into my eyes, his brows are knitted together. I'm giving him a death stare right back. I take in what this man looks like in case I ever escape. Tattoos, lots of them, I sort of adore them. They're all so, unique. I stare at the ship tattoo placed over his big muscular left arm. He notices my stare and moves awkwardly, the light from the window lighting up his face, making his features clear to my eyes. How can someone like the devil look like an angel?

"I'll return in a couple hours with some food. You haven't eaten in two days, it's Friday." he tells me.  Two days? I've been gone for two days? Out for two days. Haven't seen sunlight in two days. Haven't seen my mother in two days. Slept for two days. I just stare back at him. He sighs and looks at the wide open door then back at me. "Don't even think about trying anything. You don't want to know what I'm capable of." he threatens again. Am I scared of him? I think about his words as he leaves the room and a lock sounds from the other side of the door seconds after he closes it.

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I think two hours pass when he unlocks the door and enters with a full tray of food that looks absolutely delicious. He unties the bandana from my mouth and unlocks the handcuffs, allowing me to dig in. I grab a spoon from the tray and dip it into the chicken noodle soup, bringing it to my mouth but I stop myself before letting the food go into my body.

"What did you do to this?" I ask him. Struggling to not let the hot liquid go down my throat for the first time in days. 

He laughs, but I'm serious considering he already drugged me. "Do you want to eat untouched soup or may I?" he asks me with a smug smirk on his perfect face. I look into his now emerald green eyes as I put the spoon into my dry mouth.

"Mmmm" I moan, tilting my head back and closing my eyes at the taste of food. I missed it. When I'm done with the soup I enjoy the blueberry muffin and coffee the beautiful but dangerous boy gave me. I place the now empty mug back onto the wood tray. We sit in silence for a few minutes, but it's not awkward. I'm the first to break the silence.

"You're not going to explain a thing to me?" I ask him. The curly haired boy who sits in front of me is one hell of a confusing mess. Why am I so nice to him? Even in my head I can't call him a fucking bastard. Come on Lia get your shit together, he kidnapped you.

"What do you want me to start with?" he tilts his head to the side. I think about his question for a few seconds.

"What's your name?" I should get some information in case.

"Harry. Harry Styles." he answers calmly with a small smirk plastered on his face. "Next?"

"When will you let me go?" I ask him seriously. He chuckles, his green eyes getting darker, yet pouring into mine.

"What makes you think there's that possibility?" he answers. A haunted smile creeping up his face. His answer doesn't really scare me, I don't expect him to just let me go after him telling me his name and letting me get a look at him and getting every detail the police need for him to be in a cell for years. That's why I plan on escaping. "Oh, and don't think you can just think of a plan you think is smart and get away because that's not getting away from me, that's getting away from here. Don't ever think you can escape me, Lia because all that is, is your imagination and a few little police men that I can kill with my bare hands."

I'm shocked and this time, I think I am scared.

He still has that haunted smile across his lips. "Let's get you to bed, we have a long day tomorrow." Harry stands and walks over to me to put the cuffs back around my wrists and bandana around my mouth. He gets up and closes the door saying, "Goodnight, Lia." and locks it. As soon as he leaves I begin to cry myself to sleep, thinking off all the other question I could have asked instead of the one I was a little afraid to hear the answer to.

Funny how your life can change by the person you hate most.

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