Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 19

(Zayn s point of view)

I rush into the hallway to see Niall slumped against the wall. He looks confused, not depressed, but with him it's all or nothing. Manic or depressed. And confusion can only lead to one thing. I take a seat next to him against the wall, not saying a word.

"Zayn, I have a problem." He says simply. He is so vulnerable looking sitting there confused. I Wait for him to continue. "Zayn, I think I like Emma." He admits I can't help but laugh. I had expected something much worse. The last time Niall had asked for my help he couldn't open the window to jump out.

"Niall there's nothing wrong with that." I assure him.

"I know." He nods.

I frown. "Then what's the problem?"

"Zayn. I'm not stable, you know that right." I wince at his word choice. He's been avoiding using the word bipolar ever since he told us he wasbipolar. I can't imagine that it helps.

"I know Niall."

"Zayn, I don't want her to know that. I don't want her to have to deal with it." Niall looks like he's about to cry. Poor boy. None of this is his fault. He tries so hard.

"We won't tell her. We wouldn't do that to you." I try to reassure him but he only gets angry, slamming his fists into the floor. I am stunned for a second. Niall is not one for violence.

"I want to get better Zayn! I want to be normal!" Tears are escaping his eyes now and I wrap him in a hug.

"Its okay Niall." I don't know what else to say.

"No Zayn, it isn't. I'm famous worldwide and I'm not even sane." He's sobbing now.

"Niall. Stop. You're sane we've talked this through before." I insist. Last year we had had a simular discussion about how fake he felt.

"Zayn she thinks I hate her. And I can't change her mind cause I'm gonna go all depressive on her and it will just make things worse." He seems so worried about this. He should be fine.

"Niall, just calm down. You need to stop freaking out, okay?" I insist. He nods slowly.

"Okay. You're right. I've gotta be calm." He takes several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"Just relax. This doesn't define you." I remind him. He nods again.

"You think I could have some of that liquor?" He asks and my heart sinks. He's back to being depressed. And as much as I deny it to his face, that isn't gonna get him anywhere with Emma. No where at all.

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(Maya POV)

I wake up uncomfortable. I'm not sure where I am and am more than a bit baffled to find my self staring up at a blue sky. And even more baffled when I see someone leaning over me. They look somewhat familiar, but I can't place them. I'm still groggy  from my sleep, thanks to that stupid concert messing up my sleep schedule.

"I suppose I have some explaining to do." The person hovering over me says. I recognize the voice more than the face.

"Will?" I sit up, rubbing my eyes and wondering what happened to my glasses. I can hardly see anything without them.

He nods, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry.  Forgot you've only ever seen me blonde." I then realize that His hair is indeed brown now. That would be why I wasn't able to place him earlier.

"It's fine. Where are we?" I think I'm sitting on a park bench, but it's hard to tell without m glasses.

"A park." William shrugs. "Its kind of a long story."