Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 13

(Emma's POV)

Niall seems to have fallen asleep. I'm still holding him, my arms wet from his tears, and his breathing has slowed and calmed and he isn't shaking any more. I'm tempted to pull away, but something about holding him is comforting. And I don't want to risk waking him up and having him break into tears. I don't like seeing him so vulnerable. It scares me. So we lay like this, me holding Niall tight, Niall sleeping peacefully. And before I know it, I'm asleep too.

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(Maya's POV)

I wake up in an unfamiliar bed,darkness surrounding me. I pull the covers away from My body, reaching around for a light. It doesn't take me long to find one, and in an instant, the room is illuminated. Not that there's much to see the room is as plain as a hotel room, and as clean as one. The covers I had just pushed off were pure white, and the walls were a nice shade of cream. But all I could think of the place was how utterly barren it looks.

I stand, finding I'm still dressed in the jeans and shirt I had worn to the concert. Thank God. I didn't really like the idea that I had spent the night at Williams house now that I was awake, and I probably would have lost it if I had been wearing anything other than What I had worn to the concert.

I walk out the door of the room, leaving the bed unmade. I was half asleep the one and only time I had walked these halls, so I really had no clue where I was going. When I saw a light on, I followed it, walking into a room slightly less barren than the one I had been sleeping in. There's a nice desk pushed against the wall where William was doing some thing on the computer. I knock gently on the doorframe, not wanting to intrude. He turns and immediately smiles.

"Maya." He says. "Nice to see your up. There are a few things your going to have to understand if you want to help me figure out the whole deal with Emma."

I smile at the spontaneous statement, walking into the room and taking a seat in the finely made bed. "You get right to the point, don't you?"

"Right, well you're either gonna love me or hate me right now, so I best get on with it.

I nod. "You had better."

"Please don't freak out on me, but if we're gonna be talking with the guys, you may need to know this. Harry and Louis are umm... together to put it kindly."

My hands fly to cover my mouth and it takes all my self control not to scream. I take a deep breath, staring at William, who honestly looks more than a bit amused by my reaction.

"I swear Will, if you are frickin kidding me, You are dead." I manage to force the words out. Could it possibly be true? Had I just gotten confirmation that Larry was real?

Will laughs. "I'm not kidding. If you want proof, just look at what I was doing when you came in." He gestures to the computer, which is open to an unfamiliar website.

"What is it?" I ask, confused but not really caring anymore. Larry is real, what else is there to care about?

"This," William turns back to the screen, "is the most reliable website to sell paparazzi photos to the press. Or to the highest bidder."

"Really?" I stand over his shoulder, staring at the screen. Is this even happening right now. Is some stranger trying to prove to me of all people that Larry is real. I believed him the second the words came out of his mouth.

William nods. "So I just click on a picture I want to ho away." Will tapped a picture that had Harry and Louis walking uncomfortably close to one another, smiles on their faces. It was good quality, and would no doubt stir up any Larry shippers anywhere. "And bid high." Will continued, pulling the marker showing his bid up past the one million mark. It was only seconds before a sold icon popped up. The picture was pulled away from the collection.

"So now what?" I ask, sitting on the bed, too in shock to do much else.

Will shrugs. "Now I own the picture. By the rules of the site, the only existing copy belongs to me. I can do as I please with it, and the media can't touch it. Here." William clicked around a bit, and before long the printer in his desk was running. Once it stopped, he reaches over and handed me a color copy of the photo he had just bought.

"I can keep this?" My mouth is dry as I hold the picture to my chest.

"Sure, just as long as you don't put it on Twitter or anything. I would have he'll to pay if that happened." Will turns back to the  computer, purchasing another picture of Harry and Louis out somewhere.

"Wait a minute, so you're one of those jerks at Modest! That won't let Harry and Louis be together. You've been helping hide their relationship this entire time?" I suddenly realized that the man in front of me is despicable in all meanings of the word.

"God no." William laughs. "That's my father."

"Is it your father sitting at the computer destroying evidence?" I spit back in his face.

"Maya, you do realize that my buying the pictures means I own them, right?" William is suddenly opening Twitter. He logs into an account named "Proof_of_Larry_Stylinson159361"

Lined up on th profile page are countless photos of Louis and Harry, Louis and Harry, LOUIS AND HARRY!

I sit in silence for so long that William takes it upon himself to speak. "Besides, I've given those two way too many anniversary presents for you to accuse me of much."

I still can't speak, captivated by the screen in front of me, by the boy in front of me. Was it possible that this boy could be telling the truth? Was Larry real, And was Will one of their biggest advocates?

"You okay there Maya?" Will asks and I simply nod. Of course I'm Okay. I'm better than okay. Larry is real!

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(Zayn's POV)

I am almost asleep when Harry sneaks into the room, him and Louis dragging in sleeping bags from God knows where. I sit up groggily, groaning at the interruption to my sleep.

"What are you two doing in here? Its like two in the morning?" I ask. Curse them, I had finally been close to sleep and they just lull me away from it.

"Its tradition. Or at least Harry tells me it is." Louis responds, laying the sleeping bags out on the ground along with pillows.

"What's tradition?" I am honestly too tired to process this right now.

"We always all sleep in the same room When someone is sent away." Harry's voice is soft and scared, reminding me of how Niall used to pretend not to be frightened. Sleeping in the same room had always really been for his benefit. He always seemed to get so shaken up by people getting sent away.

I nod." Alright, but no lovey-dovey stuff while I'm in the room"  I concede, knowing Haryys right. Sometimes I forget that Harry is actually the youngest, and as much as Louis helps him put on a strong face, He needs us just as much as Niall.

Harry and Louis grin and lay down on their makeshift camping ground. I lay back down, and for some reason it is much easier for me to find sleep now that we are all together.

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I feel really bad cause I Only wanna write about Niall and leave all the rest of the charecters to rot. But that would be rude. So anyways, next chapter I'll get t talk about them more yay! Does anyone else think my chapters are too short?