Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Harry

March 19th.

It was all over.

We were sleeping in the basement, cuddled close to one another when the door swung open and police started shouting.

Niall was scared out of his mind. I sighed, knowing this was bound to happen and raised my hands. Their flash lights were blinding me until someone turned on the actual lights. Niall clung to me and began to cry.

Begging the police,

Don't take him!

But they ignored him. Why would they even listen to him? I knew they wouldn't.

I was pulled from Niall's grip, and I let it happen. I just looked at Niall as he begged the police to let me go. I whispered, I'm sorry...

But no one heard me.

Niall pushed past the police and stopped them from taking me out the door as they put me in hand cuffs.

"No! Wait!" Niall yelled.

"Niall. It's okay." I whispered to him. The police behind me tightened the hand cuffs and I winced.

"Shut it." He said to me.

"No! You can't take him! I'm in love with him." Niall said. I felt embarrassed for him. The police probably thought he was so pathetic.

"Well your little lover boy is a kidnapper, did you know that?" A different police man said.

"Of course! I'm the one he kidnapped!" Niall screamed. This shut all the police up. A detective came into the room and pulled Niall away. Niall tried to protest but more police got involved and dragged him away from me.

"I love you!" He yelled.

"Harry I love you!"

I cried because I couldn't say anything back to him. Instead I was dragged out of the house, into a police car where everyone on the block was watching, and I was taken to jail.

Prison was next. They probably wouldn't even think to let me have a trial.

I just wish I could have gave Niall a proper goodbye.

I love him.

Niall

March 19th.

The day it all ended.

I've never felt pain like that before. They took him away from me and wouldn't even bother to listen to me when I told them I loved him. Harry can't go to jail, I'm in love with him. The police don't care though, not even the detective who I thought would be on my side.

I sat in the detective's office that night while Harry was off in some jail cell...

I kept answering his questions. I honestly don't even remember what they were, I was too heart broken to even comprehend what I was saying when I was answering them.

"Are you ready to go home?" He smiled at me.

"Where's Harry?"

"You don't have to worry about him anymore. He's going to prison." He was so sure of it.

"No. I'm in love with him, there's gotta be something you can do."

"Niall, he kidnapped you."

"You don't understand! I know him!"

"We all know him." His expression was tight and rather annoyed. I just cried.

"No. I knew him before he kidnapped me. In high school even. You've gotta let him go. He, he treated me well. He never hurt me! He's in love with me! I'm in love with him! He wanted to let me go! He knows what he did was wrong. He wanted to let me go home but I stayed there! It was me! It was my choice and I chose to stay with him! I love him!"

"Niall. You don't love him. You're suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. It's a-"

"I know what it is! This isn't no fucking syndrome! I fell in love with him."

"You need some rest. Your friend, Max- he's been worried sick about you. He's here to take you home."

"No! Where's Harry?"

"Niall, I'm not going to argue with you."

"Fuck you. You're suppose to help people. What are you doing now?"

"Helping you."

"If you were helping me you would let him go!"

No one would comfort me. Not even Max. The ride home consisted of me telling Max everything. Max was actually surprised and confused. He was mad that he didn't figure it out sooner. The reason why Harry was so sure that I was okay, and the reason Harry freaked out when Max told him about the footage. I wanted Max to comfort me and tell me everything was going to be okay, I wanted him to find a way for us to get Harry out of jail. But after telling him everything, even the mention of Harry's name sent Max into a rage. I just needed someone to listen to me, to understand me and where I was coming from.

Harry is fucked up. What he did was fucked up and maybe he needs some medication or something but he doesn't need to go to prison. It was all me. After I realized why he took me, after I realized how much he did love me, I wanted to stay. I didn't want to go. Even when Harry said I could, even when he offered to drive me home.

I could have easily said goodbye and left him. Turned him in like I wanted. But I wanted to stay with him.

Harry shouldn't be in jail. He should be here. With me. In my bed cuddling me whilst playing with my hair and whispering how much he loves me in my ear. I love him. I love him so much.

It's not Stockholm syndrome. No. Maybe it started out that way... But it didn't end that way.

It's only considered Stockholm syndrome because he kidnapped me. If I would have fallen in love with Harry in normal circumstances, then everyone would be celebrating, congratulating me and Harry. No one would look at him as a beast, no one would look at me as the psycho that fell in love with his kidnapper...

It just can't be easy, can it?

I'm so in love with Harry it's painful to even think of life with him; let alone think of life without him.

I've got to get him out of jail. I've got to be the hero to my own hero. Even heroes need help sometimes.

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{A/N} DONT WORRY!

It's not over yet. But it's getting closer. And if this story ending upset you (which I'm sure that like 90% of my readers don't give a fuck) then you can read my new Narry fanfic.

I haven't written it yet....

I haven't even got an idea for it yet....

But I'll make another Narry fanfic :)

If you guys will read it!

I'll let you know when it's up. :)

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