Stockholm Syndrome {h.s}

Seven

I wait for Harry to close the door and follow me into the building filled with echoed laughs and voices. I'm not sure how this date will go; so many different possibilities. The door closes behind Harry with a loud slam, causing the laughs to stop. I walk around the corner nervously, Harry following by my side to see seven other people scattered around the dirt floor; looking at Harry and I.

"Look who finally showed up." Someone says teases playfully. I suddenly recognize the accent. I think his name is Niall. A blonde girl who looks my age with blue eyes comes running toward me with a smile on her face and her arms wide open.

"Finally another girl!" She squeals and wraps her arms around my body. I'm quite surprised but she seems nice and harmless unlike the others so I return the kind gesture. I can definitely use a friend while I'm here. The girl lets go and is still smiling at me with bright eyes. "Hopefully you're more nice than the others." she scowls while rolling her big blue eyes then smiles making it clear she was only making a joke that obviously caught up to the other girls.

"Hey! Watch it! I'll use my new moves Lou taught me on you!" another girl with brown hair warns the girl next to me with a teasing smile, proving the girl beside me's point then leans into a short brown haired boy with a beanie on his head. I'm guessing she's girl his for Tuesday. I really wish Harry would just tell me. I don't know what the big deal is and about the 'I don't want it to be you.' stuff but I just don't understand why he can't just tell me whatever the hell happens Tuesday. I watch as Harry walks over and joins his big group of friends from last night and smiles at whatever him and the others are talking about, dimples appearing. He looks so perfect without even tr-

"Helloooo?" the girl lightly nudges my shoulder trying to get my attention that was all on Harry. I look at her.

"Sorry what?" I ask her politely to repeat what she said before. She looks over to where I was looking to see what I was distracted by and smiles and laughs lightly.

"Got it bad for Styles' huh?" she playfully questions. I feel red rush to my cheeks and I look back over at Harry to see him starring at me with his eyebrows knitted together and a small frown tugging at the corner of his lips. I look down at my feet, smiling like an idiot.

"I, um," I giggle. "No." I stammer, still smiling and look back up at her to see her smiling as well. I'm not sure who I'm trying to convince; me or my new friend. I don't think I convinced either of us.

She sniffles a laugh. "Alright, well, anyway, what I said before was I'm Perrie and I'm here with Zayn, the one with the cigarette." she says, smiling at the mention of his name, unlike me. Zayn. The memories of listening to Harry, Niall, and Zayn's conversation last night flow into my head and I frown, imagining what Zayn could or would have done to me if Harry didn't get defensive. My smile reappearing by just thinking of how Harry got jealous last night at the mention of Zayn and I in a room together. Perrie is looking over at the crowd of people and I do as well, looking for the man. I look in the group and look for a man with Perrie's hint and there he is, Zayn. Jet black hair and dark brown eyes on his head. I will admit, he's very handsome. His eyes seem to be looking this way and when he catches us looking at him, a smirk is plastered on his face; but then I realize, Zayn's dark eyes are pouring into mine. I look to Harry and he's glaring at Zayn, looking like he is going to throw a fist any second. Jealous and protective Harry is so damn adorable.

"Soo, how long has Harry had you?" she asks carefully with a frown on her beautiful face. I don't know how I feel about her seeing it as 'Harry had me' but I see where she's coming from and if I were her, I'd probably see it that way too.

"Three days." I answer her question. She now has a surprised expression on her face and I'm not sure why. "What?" I ask her smiling.

"Zayn has had me for a month, or two. I forget. I don't really keep track." She says still with a smile but why? I'm really surprised by her answer like she was mine. Really? Possibly two months? That means I could be here for that long, or even longer. Have her parents given up on trying to find their daughter? Why haven't the police found her yet. She must miss her family to death. I feel so hurt for this girl in front of me. Why does she smile so much? Is she happy... here?