Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter Three

Classes were... well... classes. They mostly consisted of the professors telling us what we would be doing over the next six weeks and advising us of the rules.

We were all introduced to the head master of the program, Professor Styles. He looked strangely familiar, I just couldn't put my finger on where I'd seen him before.

Hanna, Molly, and I stuck together and sat together in all of our classes. There was a lot more people than I had initially thought there was. I'm pretty sure there were around 500 of us. I didn't know how anyone could afford to pay for all of this! Everything was very fancy and the technology was the best I had ever seen.

Classes finally ended at 2. The ride back to the hotel mainly consisted of Hanna, Molly, and I talking about classes and what we liked and didn't like about them. I caught four guys staring at us from farther back in the limo nearly the entire ride back.

When we got out of the limo and made our way to the lobby the four boys I'd seen staring approached us.

"Um. Hi," said the one with black hair. His ears were pierced and I was pretty sure I seen a few tattoos.

"Hi. I'm Kaegan," I answered.

"I'm Zayn," he said. He had a British accent.

"I'm Molly and this is Hanna," Molly said, motioning to Hanna.

"Hi!" Hanna squeaked.

"I'm Niall," the blonde one said. His accent sounded Irish.

"I'm Liam and this one's Louis," said one of the brown haired ones and he motioned to the other brown haired one.

I felt someone put their hands on my shoulders. "And I'm Harry," a raspy voice said from behind me.

"Harry! You scared me," I said. I pushed his hands off my shoulders.

"Um... I was kind of wondering if you'd like to go get dinner later?" Zayn said. I could tell he directed the question at me.

Before I could even open my mouth, Harry spoke up, "No. She has plans."

"No I don't. But I do have a boyfriend," I glared at Harry.

"Oh." was all Zayn said.

"Well, we should get going," Louis said. And with that, the four boys left.

"Um. Ya. We should go, too," Molly said awkwardly.

Hanna and Molly left, leaving me and Harry all alone.

"What the heck!" I said.

"You have plans," he smirked.

"Since when?"

"Since now."

"I'm not aware of any plans."

"Well then let's go up to my room and I'll tell you what you have planned."
"I don't trust you."

"I'm perfectly trustworthy" Harry smirked again. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the elevator.

When we got up to out floor I went to open my door but Harry grabbed me by my waist and me pulled me against him.

"I said we're going to my room," he whispered in my ear.

"No," I said as I tried to pull away.

"Yes," he said and opened his door, pushing me in before him.

"Harry, no!" I hissed as he locked the door.

"Harry, yes," he mimicked me.

"Sto-" I was cut off by Harry putting some kind of cloth to my mouth.

Everything turned black as I fell to the ground.

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I awoke laying on a bed in an unfamiliar place. The room was dark. There weren't any windows and the lights were off. Besides the bed I only seen one other thing in the room. A chair in the far corner. And I couldn't tell for certain, but I was pretty sure I saw someone sitting in it. I sat up, trying to remember what happened. All I remembered was... wait! Harry! He pushed me into his room and then... it all went black.

"You're awake," I heard Harry's raspy voice.

"W-where am I?" I stuttered.

"A room," I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"No dip! What did you do!? Where the heck am I?" I screamed, unintentionally.

"Calm down, baby. You're safe with me. Nobody can get to you. I'll make sure of it," he purred.

"HHHHHEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Don't waste your breathe, no one can hear you way out here." Harry stood up and flipped on a light.

The light nearly blinded me. The walls were painted a bright red, the ceiling was white, and the carpet was black. What an odd color combination I thought. Harry walked over to the bed and sat down. It was then that I realized what he was wearing, a plain white t-shirt and boxers.
"Get away from me!" I hissed.

"Never, darling." He put his arm around my shoulder. I pushed it off.

"Don't," was all I managed.

"I'm in control here. You can't tell me what to do," his green eyes burned a hole in me.

"Get away!" I said again.

He just scooted closer and pulled his shirt off. Oh my gosh! The tattoos! There were so many of them! And they made it harder for me to hate him. Gosh, I wanted to trace my fingers over all them! I must've been staring because Harry finally said, "If you like them so much, why don't you just touch them."
"No! There's just- just so many," I breathed.

"Come here," he grinned, pulling me closer to him.

"No. Stop it," I said and pulled myself away from him.

"I love you, Kaegan," Harry said. His voice almost sounded sincere.

"Well, the feeling isn't mutual, so get away from me and let me go!" I growled.

"Don't be mad at me. All I did was take my love away from the stresses of the world so we can spend time together!"

"No, you kidnapped me."

"Are you hungry?"

"No. Can you just leave me alone?"

"For now. But this isn't over."

Harry got up and left the room, locking the door behind him.

A/N Yea! I updated! I'm so sorry it took so long, but my life is pretty messed up and I've got a lot going on. I'm trying to put together an update schedule so hopefully I'll start updating regularly. Please, please, please let me know what you think!

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