Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

Tempers Turn

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Chapter 10:

I woke up instantly hurting, remembering everything that happened yesterday. I felt numb, which is new to me because even when thoughts of suicide crossed my mind from being here, I never felt numb. I only felt a deep sadness, a longing for everything that I used to be familiar with, but never numb.

There was that familiar knock on the door, but this time it wasn't as comforting as it used to be. I didn't really know what to say to Liam. I've only seen him as a friend, if even that. I mean, he was my kidnapper, but he was so kind and tried to help me out in his own way. That seemed like a friend to me, but it wasn't natural to be friends with your capture.

He opened the door and walked in, empty handed this time. I was a bit confused, so used to him bringing in food with him. "Good morning." He said while awkwardly scratching his neck. I can tell that, just like me, he didn't know what to say.

"Good morning." I replied before we both fell silent. It wasn't so much that I felt awkward around Liam, it's just that I felt guilty. It was that same guilt I always felt with Niall. Knowing that the person was so nice and caring towards me, but feeling nothing more than friendship for them. Maybe I just wanted things that I couldn't have? Or maybe Zayn was right and I do like being treated like crap.

"Listen, I'm sorry for kissing you. I know that you have this thing with Louis..." He trailed off, and I didn't really know what to say. I don't know what I even had with Louis. It was more lust and pleasure than anything else. The sucky part was that I had feelings for him. That fact hit me hard as I barely realized it. I had actual feelings for Louis, that's why it hurt me so much when he yelled at me yesterday.

"I get that you belong to him, but-" That statement caught my attention, and even though I was interested in Louis, I did not belong to him. That sounds like I'm some kind of toy to him. Then again, maybe I was. I was supposed to only be here for ransom, but I've been sleeping with Louis with no regrets. Even now.

"I don't belong to Louie." I huffed out, and Liam looked confused for a second. "He doesn't care who I'm with, and I'm not just someone's possession." I said and Liam nodded.

"Yeah, I get that. I'm still sorry though. I get that we're just friends. We are friends, right?" He asked, seeming just as uncertain about the idea as I was. It was such a weird and confusing position. Never have I thought I would get taken or that I would befriend one of my captures.

"We're friends." I said and I saw relief fall onto his face as he gave me a soft smile. My guilt left my body as I truly saw that Liam was okay with this. Maybe he was just that kind of person. Maybe he wasn't one to chase after someone that he knows won't return his feelings. Not like Niall, hell, not like me.

"Good. I hoped so. Now c'mon. We're already eating breakfast and Louis could get the wrong idea since we're taking a while." He said, trying to joke around, but I felt a heavy tug at my heart. Louis doesn't care. But even as I thought it, I knew it was a lie. Louis was very possesive and he seemed really pissed off yesterday.

I nodded and got off of the bed, following Liam. "Um, what happened between you two yesterday? What did Louis say?" I asked him. I just wanted to know if he got into any trouble like I did. I wanted to know if he cracked and told Louis about the kiss.

"He completely lost his shit." Liam said simply. "He said that I was only supposed to keep an eye on you, not attempt to suduce you." He rolled his eyes, finding it quite humorous because that's exactly what Louis should tell himself. Still, I'm glad he didn't.

We turned into the kitchen and Zayn and Louis were sitting at the island eating pancakes. It was such a familiar, homely scene that it seemed unusual here. It seemed like they actually lived normal domesticated lives, which was an awkward side to see to your kidnappers- the people keeping you hostage.