Stockholm Syndrome (Harry Styles)

Chapter two

I was stuck here in a humid shop stacking shelves. Putting clothes on the hangers and placing the hangers on the racks, one after the other. "Stacy?" My manager Martha asked. "You've been working quite hard today, so I suppose you can go home early." She glanced over at me with a friendly smile. "Wonderful." I chirped. "but we've still got a little more racks to fill." She applied. "How about you do two more?" I nodded my head knowing that if I said no I'd have to work extra hard in my next shift. "Yep."

I put a dress on a hanger and added it to the collection of clothing already there. All I had left was two racks. At least another hour if my precious time.

I could be at home reading a lovely book or at a friends house, but no. I'm stuck here sticking a shop. "So Stacy?" My manager asked. I tilted my head to her. "Hows school going?" I smiled putting on a friendly face. "It's alright I guess. Well... It's school what can I say?" I stated. She laughed in an evil manner.

"You know I used to be popular at school." She admitted over proud. "The boys loved me." She winked. For some reason boys haven't even hit the top ten on my list of favourites. "I bet you loved it." Was all I could say apart from something rudely inappropriate. "Well I'll tell you I did. I was quite the player back then." She giggled picking up another hanger.

If that was me I wouldn't be proud of my past life. I'd be utterly disappointed.

"Honey, can I ask you a favour?" She pouted. I felt like smacking her in the face. She really got on my nerves. I am going to get a new job straight away. "Yes?" I asked trying to act as polite as possible. "Can you take the rubbish out?" I nodded getting up from where I was and over to the garbage bags.

I lifted the two of them up and walked over to the back door.

The bins weren't in there usual place. "Martha! The bins aren't here!" I called to my manager. "Yeah." She walked over to me. "Go around the corner." She pointed in the direction I have to walk in. I made my way over to the the dumpsters. It was a long walk. I looked down where other shops were hoping to use of their dumpsters. Nope. I kept walking in the same direction the Martha pointed. Still nothing. I found myself in a dark cold alleyway. I felt scared to be in this area. I saw a square looking object. It looked like it could be a dumpster.

I walked towards it. As I was getting closer I realised people standing around it. "Um... Hey." I started I had a bad feeling about this. "Hi." A girl with black hair and a tattoos replied. "Can I use this?" I asked pointing to the large dumpster in our midst. "Yeah. But I'll get one of the boys to put it in there for you it's quite high up." She grinned. "No thank you." I argued. "No, I insist." She said taking a whiff of a cigarette. "Boys!" She called. "Please put this in the bin for the... wimp." The girl giggled. I felt a lump in my throat I just wanted to run.

"My names bindi." She said passing her hand for me to shake. "Hey bindi." I smiled. "Now boys. Let's show the girl why people shouldn't use our dumpster" she yelled .I felt hands grab my arms. "What?!" I contemplated. What is happening. "Your coming with us." A boy with curly hair mentioned.

"Stop!" I screamed. I could feel bruises arising on my pale arms. "Let me go! Please!" I screamed even louder just hoping some one would her me. The mans grip on me tightened. "Please...." I looked up into his green eyes. "Puppy dog faces don't work on me, love." He chuckled.

I saw a black car in front of me. Where where they taking me? Is this just a prank? Please Lord tell me it's a prank. "Get in the car!" The boy yelled opening the back door. "And don't say a word." He finished.

I adjusted my self in the back seat while the curly haired boy and another boy with blonde hair day in the front. "Where are you taking me?" I whispered. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet." The boy with curly hair smirked. The boys in the front chuckled.

"Aye Tate? Imagine the things we could do with this girl." The curly haired boy giggled. I gulped at the thought. Tears whelmed up in my eyes. I picked up the blonde haired's name was Tate. "I'm just imagining now." Tate giggled.

"Yes, Baby. We're talking about you." The curly haired boy smiled looking back at me. "So... What's your name? Mines harry." The curly haired boy stated. Harry and Tate. The worst names I could ever hear. I didn't reply to what harry asked.

"I asked you something." Harry looked back at me. A tear slipped from my eye. "Awe, you crying?" Harry teased. "Tate, she's crying." The boys laughed. "Now answer my question or there will be consequences." Harry snarled. "W-what? Was the q-question?" I mumbled. "What's your name?" Harry replied. "Umm... It's S-Stacy..." I sobbed. "Hmm... Stacey," Harry chuckled. "Your very beautiful, Stacey." Harry snickered.

"Where here." Tate looked back. "Are you scared, baby?" Tate teased. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Tate mocked. "Get out." Harry grumbled opening his door.

I opened my door and stepped out of the car. I was shaking with fear. I couldn't see anything properly. I wished my mother was here with me to help me but she wasn't. More tears spilled from my eyes. I couldn't help myself I was so agitated.

We pulled up at a big mansion-looking place. "This is the stash." Harry whispered in my ear. "It's where the bad boys and naughty girls live." He chuckled. "Come on." Harry grabbed my wrist tightly. I whimpered from the pain.

Tate knocked on the big black door. "Get ready." Harry fist pumped Tate.

"Boys, you've come with a new girl." I heard a female voice say but I couldn't see who it was. "Come in." She giggled sexily. I saw she had a short black dress on. Her hair was red and she looked scanty. As we walked in Tate squeezed the girls breast. "Ooh. Baby." She giggled. Harry brought his mouth to my ear. "Your next."