Stockholm Syndrome

Eccedentesiast

A/N:
eccedentiast: (n.) someone who hides pain behind a smile.

It's almost 2pm and i have no idea where the 'meeting' is taking place nor what will happen. Will the person make Harry kill me? Maybe i'm being paranoid.

Thirty more minutes and the mystery of who is behind all this drama is coming to an end. I'm finally going to meet the person who planned all this.

I've been here for almost a week and it feels like it's been months. I just want to go home and see everyone again.

I went downstairs to the kitchen to get some green grapes and wait for a sign or a note or something. But the 30 minutes passed and nothing. Maybe I'm in the wrong place. I kept walking around the house but nothing, just like a few minutes ago.

"Are you looking for something?" Cora asked, probably wondering why I was so shaky and searching every corner.

"Not really."

"If you're looking for a note, you're not gonna find it." She sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs while looking at her fingernails smirking.

"What do you mean?" She must know something and I surely hope she tells me.

"I ran out of ink so I can't write any more notes."

"You're the one who's been sending me those notes!?" I'm so confused at the moment. "So you're the one who planned all this?"

"Don't ask too many questions or I won't be able to answer them."

"Do Nolan and Niall know?" I couldn't breath. Now that i look at her, i've seen her before.

"First of all, no. Second of all, you will not tell either of them. Last but not least you will be able to ask me every single question you have in mind tonight after dinner." She stood up and walked to her room.

All this time waiting for 2pm and she just left like that. I have so many more questions. Maybe I should write the down and ask them after dinner. Yes, I should do that.

I sat on the sofa with a piece of paper and wrote some questions. I have to be honest, I probably wrote 50 questions.

Niall walked past me and entered the kitchen.

"Hey Niall."

"Hey Lou. What's up?"

"You seem kind of happy today. Is everything okay?"

"I've never been better." He said while smiling and it creeped me out. I mean all the shit that happened yesterday and he's happy. He had a black eye, his nose was bruised and he had a few cuts on his cheeks and lips. How could someone so damaged be that cheerful? He must be hiding his pain behind that smile so no one would notice he's hurting.

"You don't have to lie."

"I didn't. I'm gonna go upstairs and get some rest." Niall said while walking slowly upstairs. He could barely move.

There's nothing much to do here in this house. I mean we're being held captive but it's not like any movie i've seen or story i've heard about people being kidnapped. The only violence that has happened is when Harry punched me several times and what happened to Niall.

One of the questions I have for Cora is: "Why are we being treated like this?"

I'm anxiously waiting for dinner to arrive so I can have the chance to understand what has been happening here lately.

"Louis!" I heard someone yell.

"Yes?" I replied once I saw Nolan power walking towards me.

"Harry is bringing someone else here." He sat next to me and by the look on his face, he was worried like crazy.

"Another one?" If another person is coming then he or she must've graduated in 2013. If not, then my theory is ruined. "Who is it?"

"I have no idea but it's a guy. I just heard Harry talking to someone."

"Did you hear the voice of the other person?" Maybe Cora was talking to Harry and if that's true then Nolan knows that she's behind all this.

"No, he was on his phone." Damn it.

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A/N:
It's super short but i just had to do a filler and show you guys that I haven't given up on this story. I hope you liked the shitty chapter and im so so sorry. I love you all.