Stockholm Syndrome ✔

Chapter 12 - Person X

A/N: Please, please, do not hate me. I'm so sorry. It will get better, it just had to be written. Don't hate me or this chapter, I couldn't help it, I'm a bitch. I'm sorry. I'm laughing and I'm sorry. SORRY.

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Harry went pale, and suddenly he felt like throwing up. Of course he new this would happen sooner or later but he had kind of hoped it would be later. Harry wobbled and Louis placed his hands on Harry's shoulders to steady him.

"Don't pass out", Louis said quietly.

Harry stared at Louis' chest and gulped. "He... he's coming? He is... he?" Harry had kind of expected that Person X would be a man, but still it felt somewhat surprising to hear it. Harry felt Louis fingers under his chin, and then Louis lifted Harry's head so that Harry would have to look him in the eye. 

Louis nodded, and Harry felt like panicking. "I-I-I-I-..." He couldn't get a word out of his mouth, and then suddenly Louis was hugging him tightly. Harry was so confused and terrified, that he couldn't even lift his arms up to hug Louis back.

"I'm so sorry, Harry", Louis whispers, and for some reason Harry felt like Louis was apologizing something that Harry didn't know yet.

Then the door opened, and they both stiffened. Louis quickly dropped his arms around Harry, and moved to stand next to him. Harry stared at the door in a shock and felt how Louis took a firm grip on his arm.

There was a tall, brown haired man standing at the door. To Harry, the man looked kind of old, somewhere between fifty and death. He was smiling at Harry but the man's smile was far from kind. Harry couldn't speak, he just stared at the man in a shock.

"Hello, Harry", the man said with a weird sounding voice, and stepped inside the room closing the door. "It's a pleasure to meet you, finally."

Harry wanted to scream to the man that, "the pleasure is all yours, psycho", and that Harry hated him and all that, but he couldn't. Instead, he took a step back, and to his surprise, Louis allowed it, moving with him.

"You probably wonder why you are here", the man said, and glanced around the room. "I don't know if you believe me, but this is for your own good, you know? Being away from your whoring mother."

That did a lot to Harry. First of all, it caught him off guard. Away from his what now? And it made him sad and confused. But above all, it made Harry angry. He was still unable to talk but now it was because he was angry — the man had no right to talk about Harry's mother like that. Harry narrowed his eyes, and gritted his teeth together. He felt how Louis squeezed his arm.

The man frowned. "Louis William, why on Earth are you gripping his arm like that? He will get bruises", the man waved his hand dismissively. "Surely it's not necessary to hold him in place?"

Harry felt how Louis looked at him, and then he heard Louis saying, "Trust me, it is necessary."

Harry wanted to smile because Louis definitely knew how to read people's body language. And it should be obvious that Harry wanted to attack the man, but clearly it wasn't obvious to the man.

"Well if you say so", the man said, and turned his attention back to Harry. "I haven't introduced myself. I am Troy. Your father."

Out of nowhere, Harry started laughing, which made both Troy and Louis frown, and stare at him in confusion.

"Oh, please! You are not my father! You're just some fucking psycho", Harry snapped.

The man, Troy, narrowed his eyes. "I am your father, Harry. I know it might be a little bit hard to accept that your mother was a whor—"

"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that!" Harry exclaimed, and ignored Louis, who slightly yanked his arm. "I know who is my stepfather, and I know who is my biological father and trust me, you are neither one of them!"

"Ah, you sweet, stupid innocent boy", Troy chuckled, and walked aimlessly around. "This is exactly why you shouldn't have grew up with her. She has corrupted your mind."

"There is nothing wrong with me", Harry hissed, and tried to take a step forward, but Louis yanked him back.

"Don't", Louis whispered, low enough so that only Harry could hear it.

Troy spread his arms. "Your mother cheated on your father, and then convinced him that it was his child", Troy said. "And she didn't even bother to tell me I had a son!"

The man was completely mental. Now Harry understood it. The guy was absolutely fucking crazy, no wonder Louis had no other choice than obey him. Suddenly it felt really understandable why Louis couldn't let him go.

"I am not your son", Harry hissed.

"Oh, but you are", Troy said, smiling widely. "That whore didn't deserve you, and I am so sorry that you got such an awful mother. Quite like Louis', his mother was just as ugly whoring bitch as yours are."

Harry's eyes widened at Troy's words, and he turned his eyes on Louis, who refused to look at Harry. Louis was gritting his teeth together and it was clear to Harry that Louis was furious. Then it dawn to Harry. Troy had used the past tense. Was Louis' mother dead? But he didn't understand how Louis and Troy were linked. Why would Louis obey the man who had killed his mother? Although, Harry didn't even know if Troy had killed Louis' mother but he just assumed so.

"Why didn't you kidnap me by yourself, huh?" Harry asked angrily. "Why did you make Louis do it?"

"I was on a business trip, and frankly it seemed better if Louis does it", Troy said, but something in his words made Harry suspicious. He didn't trust Troy, and he definitely didn't trust in his words. "And Harry... you haven't been kidnapped. You have been saved."

Saved? SAVED? Troy was a goddamn lunatic. Harry hadn't been saved. He had been kidnapped! Harry tried to breathe slowly but it was so hard when all he wanted to do was attack the man who was walking around the room.

"When Louis first brought you here, he took a blood example. I have papers right here, if you'd like to see proofs that I'm your father", Troy said casually, and waved the paper he had took from his pocket. 

Troy didn't wait for Harry's answer. He walked over and gave the paper to Harry who took it while glaring at the man murderously. He opened it , and then dropped the paper.

It was true.

Troy was Harry's father.

His whole life had been one big lie. His mother had lied to him and to Des, Harry's apparently not so biological father. Harry wanted to cry but he refused to do it in front of Troy. Or Louis. Speaking of Louis, for some reason Harry couldn't care less that Louis had kept this from him. All of Harry's hatred was now aimed towards Troy.

The man started walking around again, and then Troy stopped in front of Harry's bed.

"What is that?" he asked, and turned to look at Harry and Louis. "Is that a cat?"

"It's—"

"Shut up, Harry. I'm talking to Louis", Troy snapped, and focused his eyes on Louis. "Why is there a cat?"

"I... I bought it", Louis said, looking down. "To Harry."

Troy frowned, and narrowed his eyes at Louis. "You shouldn't have done that. Did I gave you a permission to do that? No, I didn't", he said coldly, and then turned to glare at Harry. "Why did my slowpoke son buy you a cat?"

Harry's eyes widened, and he froze. He felt how Louis stiffened next to him. A son? Harry couldn't see anything. He could feel how his heart started beating painfully fast.

"Louis is... Louis is your son?" Harry managed to squeak out.

Troy gasped, and clapped his hands together. "Oh, pardon me! You two haven't been properly introduced yet!" he walked closer, and spread his arm towards Louis. "Harry, I'd like you to meet Louis William Tomlinson. Your brother."