One Direction Interracial Preferences (BWWM)

Stockholm Syndrome //Harry//

Harry:

Who's that shadow holding me hostage?
I've been here for days
Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?
His POV
Another day in this place; in this girls basement. I know the boys have to be coming to look for me, well I hope they are. I looked up at my surroundings I mean the place is somewhat beautiful I guess. I'm just tired of being tied down. I closed my eyes and screamed to the top of my lungs hoping that someone would hear me; nope i heard foot steps though and it was the last person I wanted to see. My kidnapper; she had a bandana on her mouth covering it with black joggers and a black bra and her complexion well she wasn't white. "You're never getting away Styles so you might as well stop screaming no-one can hear you down here" she said. Her voice was beautiful but why would someone so innocent want to kidnap me. Oh wait everyone wants to kidnap me I mean look at me. "I'm Y/N" she looked me dead in my eyes and said "and I'm your new girlfriend wether you like it or not" her eyes turned from a beautiful brown to black and it scared the hell out of me. I honestly hope the boys find me and get me the hell out of here before I get killed. "I won't harm you" she said her eyes turning back to normal "Just love you" she said putting a cloth over my mouth making me go into darkness.

It wasn't your idea to kidnap Harry and trap him in your basement, he was only supposed to fall in love with you at the club but then you seen him drunkly snogging some blonde bimbo which triggered your anger and ruined your plan. You used her to get him out to the car and then gave her the boot. After that you gave him a drink to knock him out so he would stop asking so many questions. That same night you had dragged him into your room and laid him down in your bed to make it look as though he had a rough night at the bar. When he didn't seem to thrilled about 'sleeping' with you and started getting dressed you hit him over the head with a vase knocking him out. You didn't want to hurt him you didn't want his money either you just wanted Harry to love you; love a woman of your complexion. You looked in the mirror as you started getting dressed in a bandana and joggers and a sports bra. He was going to have to love you one way or another. Once you got downstairs you explained all the rules to him and told him how you wouldn't let him go until he fell in love with you and that was your new plan and you were going to stick to it.