Stockholm Syndrome - narry (READ REMAKE!)

Chapter 11

I viciously hugged my aunt and I dropped my phone on a brick.

I didn't edit this so excuse my errors I just want this posted already.
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After that little fight I had with Harry I went back home and to my life. I took a bus back to my town. I told the authorities that I was taking a walk in the woods near by and got lost. In the look in their eyes I could tell that they thought I was a stupid idiot but didn't say anything. Me missing wasn't looked into really. I mean I get it. I'm a person with no family at all. Nobody would miss me honestly.

Like any normal person would, I wanted to tell them a couple of a.ssholes kidnaped me into their cabin in the woods but I didn't. It just wouldn't come out of me and I kinda didn't want to.

Believe me I tried, I had my damn phone for at least an hour with 911 dialed but I couldn't bring myself to press the call button.

The thing is they weren't assholes. Well except for Harry. But Liam and Louis have been nothing but nice to me and acted like real friends that I never had.

Also I liked Harry.

Not in a romantic way but in a friendship way because that would be so wrong.

I'm not going to lie and say I did enjoy it there. I did and didn't at the same time. Being with them was dangerous and it got my blood pumping. My life was complete shit before they came.

The good thing that they poked a small hole in my bubble of shyness but not fully popping it. I still hate going out because of people's stares. I'm socially awkward.

Is it wrong that I actually miss my kidnappers?

I'm back here in this dumb coffee shop. My job is boring and I dropped out of school because of the stress. The day just seemed to drag on and I mentally strangled myself.

The door bell ringed signaling some came in. There stood attractive raven-haired man with inked skin like Harry's. He was beautiful but Harry I thought was more attractive. As soon as he laid eyes on me he gave me wide smiley.

Kinda creepy.

But really hot.

I felt really unfortunate because he wouldn't stop staring at me. It was kinda of felt like he was unclothing me with his eyes.

"Hi. Um would you like anything.?" I asked awkwardly.

He didn't answer me. He's still staring at me. I'm about five seconds away from calling the police.

"Sir?"

He mumbled something quietly and I wasn't able to hear.

"Excuse me?" He said silently.

"Oh sorry. I was just a little distracted." He looked up and down my body.

I wanted to cringe.

"Its okay. Would you like to order something or are you just going to keep staring at me?" I said rudely. I was getting pissed him being disrespectful.

"I'm sorry. I just find you attractive." He smirks.

Wow that's a first.

"Uh yeah. So are you going to order something?" I just want him to leave.

"Just coffee. Black." I nodded.

I made sure to make this coffee extra s.hitty so he won't come back. I quickly made his coffee and I felt his eyes staring at me again.

"£1.30 please."

He handed me two pounds and I made gave him his change.

Instead of grabbing the change he grabbed my wrist harshly. I gasped at his sudden action.