Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Harry

I was panicking. Niall was trying to figure out what the hell I was doing, and I have to admit, I was trying to figure out the same thing.

"What's going on with you?"

"I uh- Niall do you love me?" I asked him. I needed to know. Maybe I could convince him to move to America with me without having to tell him what is actually going on.

"Of course I do." He looked at me like I was completely stupid.

"Then go to America with me."

"What? Are you out of your fucking mind?" He yelled.

I just shrugged and nodded. Yeah I was out of my fucking mind.

"Little bit." I said.

"Harry, I'm not just going to up and leave to America with you. What's going on?" Niall was too smart.

Shit.

"I want to start over. With you."

"We don't have to go to America to do that."

"Ireland?"

"What?"

"Canada!" I was blurting out random countries. Anywhere but England....

"Harry what the hell has gotten into you?" Niall asked me. I sighed.

Should I keep going with a lie or just tell him?

Lie.

Yes.

He would be hurt if I told him the truth.

But more hurt if I lied.

SON OF A BITCH!

"Harry. Tell me what the fuck is going on. Right now." Niall ordered.

So bossy.

"I'm in trouble Niall. I need to leave the country but I don't want to leave you behind."

"What? What kind of trouble?"

"Just- trouble. Okay? Trust me on this."

"I can't trust you."

"Niall I don't have time to argue. I've got to be out of here in a matter of hours- a day at the most."

"What makes you think I'm going with you?"

"Have you any choice?" I asked him.

He gasped. Shocked by my rude out burst.

"For your information. I do!" He yelled. I sighed. I wasn't up to argue at the moment. Today was going so good. I got the job done for Zayn, I was going to have a drink at the bar and then go home and see my beautiful ... Boyfriend?

No.... We're not dating.

I was going to see Niall. That's the point. I was going to see Niall, we were going to cuddle, I had even planned on ordering us a pizza or something and maybe some wine and we could watch movies and hopefully have sex all night.

I was looking forward to coming home.

But I wasn't looking forward to this argument that I didn't even plan.

"I don't have to be here, Harry. I could easily just get up and leave! I'm only staying because I love you."

"Niall. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." I tried to explain.