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Imagine #10

A/N: Okay so this is going to be a little different than the past ones, but I hope you enjoy it. It's going to be a tad bit longer too. My good friend Diane explained to me what "Stockholm Syndrome" is so I decided to write something about it. If this Imagine gets enough votes and reads.... I may do a whole book about it. SO this is my first time writing about this kind of things... Sooo please give me some respect if it's crappy. But ENJOY :)

A/N: IN this imagine.. Harry is going to be the victim. Also Harry isn't famous neither is Niall.

"Harry! Hurry up! We're going to be late." I hear my mate Niall yell as I am coming up behind him.

I yell right behind him, "Okay then! Lets go!" I laugh as he jumps. I walk out the door as he is cussing me out for yelling in his ear. Tonight Niall is taking me to a mate's 21st birthday party. Once we get into the car Niall is rambling on and on about some chick that is going to be there and how much he can't wait to see her. I guess they have been seeing each other. Which I had no idea about. Niall and I share a condo in L.A. It's pretty awesome. He is a clean person, me on the other hand is a messy person. I laugh to myself thinking how I just dissed myself.

Once we got to the party. I immediately could smell the alcohol. Niall was right, there is hell of a lot of babes here. Like damn, but they're all too slutty looking for me. Speaking of slut, "Hey hot stuff. What you got cuurking in thus oveeen...." A blonde girl says slurring her words as she grabs my cock through my pants, "How bot me n yew go back to meh room and check that oven?"

I push her off, "Go home honey, you're drunk." I push her aside and walk into the house. I walk up to the serving table and make myself a drink, "This is going to be a long night." I say to myself.

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(Around 3 or 4 hours later)

My eyes flutter open. OUCH! WHY THE HELL DOES MY HEAD HURT? Where am I? I try to feel my head where it hurts but I can't. What the fuck? Am I tied up? Where the fuck is Niall? Did I have a crazy night with some slut? Ha, that is most likely to happen. I try to talk but I can't, my mouth is taped shut. Okay what kind of night did I have last night? I'm starting to get freaked out now. I turn my head both ways to see if I see anyone, not a soul. I start screaming even though it won't be loud. Wait, what was that? Is that foot steps? I look towards the sound, and see a shadow coming towards me. I start to freak out, who is that? That's definitely a chick, what kind of person would do this? Tie me up like this, I mean. Like the fuck?

The chick that I am guessing did this to me comes up to me and smirks, "Hello Harry." I've never seen this lady before. Who is she?! How in the hell does she know me!? I am kind of scared, you could probably tell from the look on my face.

She laughs, "Oh poor baby" she pauses as she touches my cheek, I pull away from her, "Why are you scared? I was just going to take this tape off. You probably have millions of questions."

She rips the tape off, "Who the fuck are you? How do you know my name? Where am I? Where is Niall? Are you going to kill me? And why the hell am I tied up?" My face is now red from all of the yelling. I take a deep breath.

After I calm down, she kneels down next to me, "Shh" she says as she puts her finger up to my lips to keep me quiet, "Who I am doesn't matter. I've been watching you for quite awhile now. You're somewhere save. Niall, he's probably somewhere with drunk whore. I may kill you, if you get on my bad side. But for now, no I will not kill you. And last but not least... You're tied up so you wouldn't get away, when you woke up. Oh and the reason why your head is bleeding... I cannot answer that... It was like that when I took you."

Wait, she took me? From where? Why? I hope I don't get on her bad side. My throat is so dry now, "I only have one more question... May I please get something to drink?"

"Yes, you may." She stands up and walks out of the room. If my head was already bleeding before she took me... What in the hell happened at that party? Why isn't Niall looking for me? Where in the hell is he? Is he hurt too? Since she is out of the room I guess I could try to get loose. I start to kick my feet as she walks in with a bottle of water. My mouth waters at the sight of it.

"Where do you think you are going?" She stops in front of the bed or whatever I am tied to.

I look at her trying to hide the fear in my eyes, "Nowhere? My leg itched, so i was kicking my feet... Where are you going?" I decide to play it off my acting cool. I smirk as a smiles forms on her face, "You took forever, I thought you were leaving me. My throat is so dry... May I have that water now?" She smiles and hands me the water and unties my right arm. I gladly sit up a little, open the water bottle with my teeth and take a big drink. Oh my gosh does that taste good. It seems like I haven't drank in forever. How long was I asleep or whatever? After drinking over half of the water from the bottle I decide to ask her what the date is. The party was on June 28th of 2015.

I take another big gulp of air, "What's the date today?" I look at her with wonder in my eye, she will most likely lie to me.

She pulls out her phone, "June 29th..." She shows me the phone to let me know she is telling the truth, "You were only asleep for one night. I took you from the party."

Wait she took me from the party? What kind of captor takes someone from a party? Duh stupid bitch. God damn. Hopefully Niall is looking for me by now, I so hope so. I cannot stay here any longer, I am hungry and scared out of my mind. Like so bad, "So, tell me, why'd you take me?"

She looks at me as I take another drink from the water, "Don't know. I can't tell you a lot of stuff. All I can tell you is you are not going anywhere. Niall nor your family will look for you. Here is the thing, you get food and water three times a day, I will not do anything to it. There is a bathroom down here, bed, blanket and pillow. You can walk around do whatever you want... but you try to escape, lets just say... Whatever happens is on you."

She smiles as she crawls over me and sits on lap as she unties my left arm. As she unties my arm she puts her tits in my face. Damn, why in the hell am I getting hard over this? Nope not gonna happen, nope. I look away. She spins around so she can untie my feet, "There you go, Harry." She gets off of me and looks at my now huge boner, "Are you serious? You really have a hard on?" She rolls her eyes and starts to walk out of the room, "Oh and there are cameras in every room so I wouldn't try anything stupid." With that she leaves the room.

Okay now what do I do? I get up and stretch, I was going to jack off, since I have huge aching boner. But now I'm not, not since she said there are cameras. I guess I could just walk around for a little bit. This is kind of like jail. I could work out, twiddle my thumbs, or try to get out. I'll just go to sleep. After about 20 mins of crying to myself. I fall asleep.

A/N: Okay so what I decided to do was just do it like this. Stop it right here, and if I get enough reads on this I will make a book to this exact imagine right here. I am currently going to start writing more to this as soon as I post this. So, read it up. ENJOY!