S T O C K H O L M S Y N D R O M E

Chapter One

Taylor Swift's POV

"You have enough information about him right?"

"Yeah dad,"

"Good," He didn't take his eyes off of his computer, where he was rapidly typing.

"Your flight will be tomorrow, so I'm hoping you're ready,"

"Yes dad, I am,"

I was about to leave the room, but then I hesitated.

"Dad?"

"Yes?" He looked up at me, and I shrunk away from his fierce glare, looking down at my feet.

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?"

"Taylor, you know what they did to us. Finally, we get to have our revenge,"

"I guess you're right."

And then I left the room.

My father, Scott Swift, was a businessman, but he wasn't normal, there was something different about him, he gave off a different aura.

And I,Taylor, am his daughter.

He wasn't the ideal dad to be honest, with his mind on his work 24/7, so it kinda sucked when I saw the other kids having fun with their dads.

However, when it came to his work, he taught me a bit about hacking into computers, and I learnt the rest myself.

I helped dad with most of his work, which was illegal, but, thanks to my hacking skills, which were pretty good,we were never caught.

However, this was the biggest and most dangerous task he had ever set me.

It didn't even have anything to do with tech!

I had to kidnap someone.

K.I.D.N.A.P.

And not just any someone, I had to kidnap Harry Styles.

He was Des Styles' son, the CEO of Styles & Co.

My mother died; she was killed actually, and it was all because of Des.

My father hated him, and so did I.

My mother, the woman I needed, taken away from me when I was a baby.

I grew up having a hard time, oh God, the day I got my period was the scariest day ever.

My dad would never talk to me about puberty, so I only found out when I was at school, ever since the age of 13.

I was always a smart kid, my IQ was higher than average, and I liked doing what I did.

I seem like a mean person, but I really am nice, and I love having someone to talk to, it's just I never do.

It's just sometimes, work comes before friends I guess.

Now back to Harry.

I found out he was pretty good looking, with green eyes and brown curls that reached up to his chin, he was 6 feet tall, nice jawline, and that was all I got from photos.

I also found out what university he went to, and a lot of other things, like the fact that he was in his second year of uni, he's 20, he reads a lot, he has a sister called Gemma, he goes to and hosts many parties and way more.

I know his whole timetable by heart.

And now I had to kidnap him.

The good thing was, he was a good guy. Yeah, he was kinda a man whore, fucking girls on a weekly basis but he had manners, and maybe you could call him the bad boy, but I could tell he was a nice person.