Stockholm Syndrome (Harry Styles)

Chapter three

Harry pulled me inside the big black double doors. I was so frightened when I looked at the people crowding this place.

Shirtless girls walking around. Tattooed up boys. More naked girls. What the hell is this place? I turned to see Harry smiling at one of the shirtless girls. "Tonight?" Harry asked her. "Yep." The girl giggled blowing him a kiss. "Do you like it here?" Harry asked raising his eyebrows. I shook my head as that was all I could handle at this moment.

Harry pulled me further into the house. Tate had left us now, to be with some girl. I followed Harry up a big staircase although I wished I could escape. Then we walked down a corridor to another room. "This is my room." Harry let go of my hand to open the door. This was my chance to run, but I couldn't. My feet were stuck, glued to the floor. Tears started to bulge up in the back of my eyes. My heart beat ran so fast. Am I going to be one of those girls for Harry's liking?

Harry got the door open. "Inside." He pushed me. I walked into his big room. A large king size bed dominated most of the space. Harry closed the door behind himself. "What were you doing at the dumpster?" Harry asked while twisting his eyebrow piercing. "I-I-I... I had to put the rubbish out." I told him while my teeth were chattering. "Right... Why did you come to ours? Are you a cop? Or a investigator?" Harry widened his eyes. Why is he so protective about the dumpster? "N-no I'm not..." I whimpered. "Then why didn't you go to a different dumpster?" Harry questioned. "I don't know. There weren't any around." I explained. "Alright. You still have a punishment though." Harry giggled.

He walked towards me. "Strip." I backed away when we came forward. "I said strip." He said louder. I kept moving backward trying to get away from him. "Strip!" He yelled. I started shaking incredibly. "Strip, if you know what's best for you." Harry snarled.

I put my hands over my breasts covering myself, even though I still had clothes on. "N-no. Please don't... Harry." I stuttered. Harry laughed. "Fine I'll do it myself." Harry chuckled grabbing my T-shirt. He was interrupted by a big knock the door. Tate came bursting in. "We have to go down, down to Brett." Tate shivered. "Fuck." Harry punched the wall. "Come on pretty pants." Harry said grabbing my arm, again.

Harry pulled my through the crown of people back to the car. Who is Brett and why are they so afraid of him and why am I going with them.

I stumbled into the car. Harry sat next to me in the back seat this time. "Do not talk to Brett." Harry stated firmly. "And don't tell him I asked you to strip!" I grabbed the seatbelt to make my self look occupied. "hear me?" Harry's eyes shot holes in my skin. I nodded frantically. "Good."

The rest of the ride was cold and quiet. Harry frequently checked his phone. Why are they so afraid of Brett, again I ask. "Buddy we should have come straight from the alleyway." Tate sighed. "I know, I know." Harry said grabbing my arm. "Get out." He ordered me. I hopped out of the car. I was even more scared but even more curious than I was scared. We walked up to a big white mansion. "What are we gonna tell 'em?" Harry looked at Tate. "Dunno." Tate looked back.

"Knock." Harry instructed. Tate pressed his big knuckles upon the door. Soon after a big fat old man came to the door. "Ahhh. You came, this time with the girl." The old man laughed. Me? He wants me? Why me? "Come in." The man moved from the doorway.

We walked inside and took a seat on the bench. "So... The name?" The old man asked looking at me. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. "Stacey." Harry said for me. "Jolly." The old man said. "Now Harry, Tate. Why didn't you bring her here first?" The old man inquired. "We ah." Harry started. "We stopped for gas." Tate quickly finished off. "Right." He smiled. "You'll stay here tonight." The old man said then got up and walked away.

"Wow man. You pulled that off great." Harry complimented Tate. "I know I did." Tate giggled. "Who's He?" I blurted out. Holy crap. My mouth has a life if it's own. "Man, she talks." Tate giggled. "I know." Harry laughed. "That man is Brett." Tate said looking away from me. "TATE!" Brett called. "Cya bud." Tate lifted his eyebrows.

"Just me and you." Harry winked. I moved away from Harry. "Why does he want me?" I asked standing up. "Brett?" Harry lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah." I nodded. "Let's just say he likes his hookers." Harry giggled. My knees turned to jelly and I couldn't stand. "Don't worry though." Harry smiled cheekily. "I can do his job if you'd rather." He laughed.

Oh God help me.

I saw Brett come back. "Harry you can take the bitch, Tate found a better fucker." He laughed. I felt like throwing up. "Come on." Harry grabbed my arm again. "Your lucky." He stated. As if I didn't know...?

I got into the same old black car. "Your not free to go yet." Harry said keeping his eyes on the road. "I ain't gonna hurt you either." Harry admitted. "But you have to pay for what you've done." Me looked at me. "Why is the dumpster so special." I asked out of the blue. Curse you mouth. "Um... I don't know. Don't ever ask that again." Harry stated angrily. "No joke." I gulped at his reaction. "I'm taking you back to the stash." Harry turned the wheel and we ended up at that first mansion I arrived at. "You know where to go." Harry said as we got out of the car. "I've got business to finish, then I'll come back and maybe let you go."