Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Harry

The guard led me to the table, plopping me down in the seat and telling me I had a visiter. I waited at the blank table left in the room. The guard stood close by, watching me. I just sat there, waiting.

I figured my visiter would be Zayn coming to tell me what a fuck up I am or something now that he didn't have me to deliver his drugs or money any more, but I was rather shocked when a guard brought in Niall through the door.

I thought Niall would have moved on by now. Maybe he wasn't even here to see me. Maybe he was here to rub it in my face that what I did was fucked up and he was glad I was in prison.

I couldn't deny the happiness I felt when I saw him.

"Niall." I stood from the table.

"Oh, Harry!" He yelled, he came towards me and opened his arms to hug me.

The guard stepped in and pushed us apart before I could wrap my arms around him.

"No physical contact." The guard said.

Niall sighed, tears in his eyes. We both nodded and sat down. I looked at him across the table, my heart completely broken.

"They searched me before I came in here." Niall said. I didn't answer him, I didn't know what to say.

"Everyone thinks I'm crazy."

"You are." I said.

"I'm not."

"You're crazy, Niall." I said.

"I'm not. I love you."

"That's why you're crazy. God damn it, Niall I love you so much. But you shouldn't love me."

"How long are you in here?" He asked me.

"5 years. But I'm hoping I'll get out early for good behavior."

"Do you have good behavior?" Niall asked me. I rolled my eyes.

"Always." I smirked.

"I miss you so much." He began to cry again.

"I miss you, too. The cells are so lonely and cold without you to hold."

"What was solitary condiment like?"

"Hell. Now I know how you felt." I said. I can't imagine how Niall felt, being trapped in that basement for months with nothing but the walls to stare at.

"I love you, Harry. So much." Niall said to me.

"I love you, too. You'll come visit me every week right?"

"Visiting is every two weeks." He correct me.

"Right. You'll come though?" I asked. Seeing Niall was the only thing getting me through this. I deserved to be in prison. I kidnapped and raped and innocent man. Why shouldn't I be in prison?Because he fell for me? That's no excuse.

"Of course. Yes. Of course. I am going crazy at home. Max isn't helping."

"How is he?" I asked.

"He feels sorry for me. My mum is worried sick and is coming to visit. I just- I don't even know." He sighed. I wanted to touch his hand and tell him it was okay, but when I moved my hand I noticed the guard move, too, so I kept my hand to myself.

"They probably wouldn't like the fact you're still seeing me."

"No. They wouldn't. But I don't care. I love you, and only you."

"Why? After what I've done to you."

"Why not?"

I wanted to kiss him so badly. But I couldn't, I didn't want to risk anything with the guard.

"Harry, can I ask you something?" Niall asked me.

"Yea."

"What were those odd jobs Zayn had you do?" He asked me. I gave him a confused look. That's what was on his mind?

I shook my head. I was in prison for kidnapping, not delivering drugs.

I didn't want to lie to Niall, but the guard was listening and I had no choice. I gave him a certain look whilst shaking my head, hopefully he would catch on.

"Well. I mowed his lawn every week. I remodeled his house for him, with help of course, and then I ran his errands for him on weekends and sometimes week days." I explained.

Niall bit his lip, he knew I was lying and I wanted to tell him so badly that I couldn't tell him the truth unless we were alone, but it had to be left that way.

I flipped my hair to the side by flicking my neck, I did it towards the guard and widened my eyes, hoping Niall would get the message. Then I shook my head. Niall nodded and looked down, he got the message.

"Sounds boring."

"It paid for your guitar." I chuckled. Niall smiled, it was forced but he smiled.

"I love that guitar."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Thank you, Harry. I never got to thank you for everything. All the note books, pens, the books, the guitar.... Everything you gave me... Thank you."

"I love you." I said. I loved him so much, I just needed him.

"Why can't I hug you?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes and looked at the guard for him to answer that question.

"Physical contact is prohibited." He said.

"Well duh, but why?" I laughed. I loved when Niall was sassy, especially to other people.

"We don't want anyone exchanging drugs through-"

"Drugs? He's in jail for kidnapping not drugs. This is ridiculous I'm going to hug him." Niall said before reaching over the table and grabbing me for a hug.

I didn't fight it.

Niall moved around the table and squeezed me tight, his head in my neck, tears hitting my skin.

I don't know what the guard did, I didn't care. I just held him for what felt like longer than it really was.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The guard said as he pulled Niall away from me.

"Let me say goodbye, don't be so rude. Didn't your mother ever teach you to not interrupt others?" Niall sassed him.

The guard stepped back and Niall looked at me.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you, Niall. So much."

And we were kissing. It was quick, too quick. But enough for me.

The guard yanked me away and began to drag me back to my cell.

I watched as another guard exited Niall from the room and he was gone.

See you in two weeks baby.

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{A/N} Okay so um. Next chapter is gonna be the last chapter .....

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