Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

Toxic Feelings

Chapter 8:

"Wake up, Harry." I heard Louis say. I slowly opened my eyes up and groaned a bit, still feeling tired. I also felt very sore from the activities of the night before. I only lost my virginity on that first night, and I never knew what horrible aftermath doing it more than once would cause.

"C'mon. The lads and I are leaving." He said. That caught my attention. I looked up at him, still in awe at how beautiful he was. I still cannot believe he's real at times.

"Is anyone staying with me?" I asked and he smirked down at me before leaning in and kissing me roughly, regardless of my morning breath.

"God, you sound sexy in the morning, babe." He growled when he pulled away. I felt my face heat up, but I tried to ignore these feelings I was getting for him. He was my kidnapper! "But no. Nobody is staying with you, but I do expect you to stay put until we return. If you do, you might get a chance to talk to your dear family." He said and my heart pounded at that news.

"Okay." I whispered. "How long will you be gone?" I asked.

He shrugged and said "Couple hours. We will be leaving in about fifteen minutes. Promise to stay?" He asked, and I quickly nodded my head. I felt like a trained puppy. He told me what to do, and I obeyed. Simple.

"Good." He said before he began walking to the door. "Oh, and even if you try to escape I promise you won't get very far. And I always keep my promises." He smirked. I believed him. I didn't even know where I was at. From that one quick glimpse I got of the outside, there looked like nothing but dirt roads. It was a bit freaky.

As soon as I was all alone in the room, I got dressed as quickly as I could and ruffled mg hair out a bit. I heard knocking on my door and knew who it was. The only person who ever knocks, eventhough the door is locked, but it does let me know who it is. Liam unlocked the door and stepped in, offering me a kind smile.

Ever since Liam left the door unlocked, allowing me to escape until I got caught, we've been a bit closer. I felt like he was the rock that I needed while being here. Sure, I was very into Louis, heaven knows why, but Liam was the one who had my back.

"Louis says he trusts you enough to leave this door unlocked." He announced and I was a bit shocked at that news. He trusted me this much?

Liam then leaned into the room more and spoke in a whisper. "Don't try to leave. Louis will know. Trust me when I say he'll know. I just want you safe, Harry." He said and I nodded, looking at him straight in the eyes. "Okay, good." He said. "Thanks, Liam." I said. He smiled again before walking out of the room, leaving the door unlocked like he said it would be.

I walked out of the room and made my way into the living room, feeling a bit free now. I wasn't just holed up in a little room with no windows anymore and it felt amazing.

I heard the sound of a car engine start up before it became fainter as it gained distance. I made my way over to the window and looked out of it. I have no idea where I was. I wish my emotions weren't as conflicted as they were. A huge part of me craved home. I wanted to run out of the door right now and leave, but there was a half of me that was growing that craved Louis. It was like wherever he was, I wanted to be. Even now, I wished he was here and I was with him. This isn't healthy.

I groaned in frustration, looking over at the door. I took a deep breath and went to the door, gripping the door knob and turning it. I pulled it open and felt relieved as fresh air blew over my face, the air was a bit stingy from how cold it was, but I quite enjoyed the cold weather.

I stepped out a little onto the steps and closed my eyes, smiling as the air blew over my face. The freedom the outside offered was so tempting, but I remembered Liam's words. "Don't try to leave. Louis will know. Trust me when I say he'll know." I had to trust Liam. He tried helping me and he was the only one I was truly close to, Louis is a whole other story, and Zayn kind of creeps me out, though I have to admit he is attractive.