Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

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Here goes... Final chapter.

Chapter 35:

HARRY

I felt numb as I sat in the courtroom, waiting for the trial to begin. I knew that Louis and Liam would be brought out for it, and I didn't know what to expect. My mum and dad were ready, hard set expressions on their faces. To say they were angry at them would be a massive understatement.

Niall rubbed my shoulder and whispered "You'll be fine, Haz. You're home now." He said. I nodded, but it didn't feel like it. Home wasn't that mansion-like house where I spent so much time alone, going insane with nobody around. Home wasn't in my small home town where everyone seemed to only love me for the money. Home wasn't the place where I felt unloved and unimportant. That wasn't home. But I didn't know what was.

I looked over to where Zayn sat beside me. He was shaking his leg in anticipation. I knew he desperately wanted to see Liam. He wanted to make sure they were both doing okay, but I knew Liam was always first on him mind.

He hasn't really been happy since that day the police caught them. Without Liam, Zayn wasn't his usual self. He was broken. He barely started eating again. It took almost two weeks, but he can eat small things that are half-liquids, like pudding and jell-o. Too much of something seemed to make him sick though, and I knew what it was. He was heartbroken and depressed without Liam. Just like I was without Louis.

I haven't been eating much either these past couple of weeks. It wasn't hard to pretend I did eat because my parents were still as busy as ever. They hardly noticed if I was even at the table for dinner because with the media on us more often now, they had so much more to handle.

My thoughts were immediately cut off as the next case was announced and the big courtroom doors opened, Louis and Liam being escorted inside and up to the front of the room. Zayn perked up a bit upon seeing Liam, but I died a bit inside seeing Louis. It hurt so much.

"Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne, you are both here for the kidnap and hostage of three young men, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, and Harry Styles-" I saw Louis instantly look up from the ground as my name was said. It made my heart leap as he looked around the room and then made eye contact when he found me. His eyes held a familiar yet undistingishable look. Pleading? I had no clue, but it hurt so much that I still saw love in his eyes, but he told me he didn't love me, and I fucked up too badly to be forgiven.

"Mr. Tomlinson, eyes up front." The judge said, and Louis's stare lingered for a few seconds, each second taking my breath away. I loved him so fucking much- even now. "Thank you." She said as soon as his eyes were away, but I had the urge to call his name and make him look back at me.

"Mr. and Mrs. Styles, would you like to begin by listing your grievances?" The judge asked, and my mum and dad stood up and my mum spoke first.

"First off, there are no words to describe the emptiness we felt without Harry safe at home. He is our pride and joy, and having him taken away from us is something that can never be forgiven." She said, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to hear this. About how much they missed me. Why were they still never home then?

"We would just like to say that all those days, all those weeks without Harry, each one was worse than the one before. We got a call for ransom, and I felt hopeful that maybe we could find him based off of that call, but when the police asked for the phone to trace the contact, it was gone." I saw Niall shrink back a bit, remembering how he said he tracked the phone in attempts to save me and be my hero.

"We also heard his kidnappers cause him pain during the phone call." My mum announced. The judge nodded before asking for me to stand up. I hesitantly stood up, feeling everyone's eyes on me, but the only pair I cared about were those sadened blue eyes that belonged to the only person I've ever loved or will love.