Stockholm Syndrome // Larry c.s

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"well, well well. What do we have here?" My breath hitched and I pinched my leg in attempt to get ready for the pain I was going to feel in a few seconds. This was an all too familar scene. He had me between him and the lockers.

He raised his fist and I flinched. Then came the impact and I was hissing at the sting. He grabbed my shirt in a fist full and brought me foward harshly and pushing me back even harder. My back hitting the lock dial. My back arched and I whimpered.

"Come on Lewis." Louis. I mentally corrected. "I'm so glad you're a new third year. Messing with Zayn was getting boring." I gulped and I could feel myself begin to sweat. My fingers tapping thin air. I wanted to get away. Why was this happening? I didn't even know him that well, matter of fact the only thing I knew about him was his name, and even then I didn't know if it was his nickname or his actual birth name. His name was Harry. Harry Styles.

I knew it because he had turned in his paper in before mine. The messy writing barely legible.

"Harry!" I heard someone call and we both turned at the same time. His face lit up and then there was a smirk. He turned back to look at me and smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile either. No. It was a mischievous one.

"Looks like we're going to have a good time, lewis." Louis. He laced his fingers together and proceeded to pop his fingers and crack his neck. Surely it must of hurt, it sounds disgusting, but I knew it hadn't because he was grabbing my shirt once again and throwing me to the ground. The palms of my hands catching my fall so I wouldn't face plant completely.

"Ooo who's this?" The accent was thick. I looked up and his blonde hair caught my attention first, it was sticking up from all angles, his eyes were blue and all his clothes were black.

"This is Lewis." He smiled. LOUIS! I corrected him in my head for what felt like the millionth time, though it had probably only been three, even here he didn't remember my name.

"Does this mean, you're going to leave Zayn alone?" His voice sounded hopeful and I wondered who he was. His name had now been mentioned twice.

He scoffed. "No." He laughed, but there was no hint of humour in it. "Just means we'll have double the fun."

I stared at Niall and his eyes showed pity, but I payed no mind to it, if he wasn't going to do anything about it, I wasn't going to take it.

For some reason during the whole conversation I hadn't moved and I was still at Harrys feet. I wish I would have moved though, because next thing I knew I was getting kicked in the ribs.

I curled up on myself and he was kicking me again, only this time harder. "Niall hold him." He took a hold of my hands, flipped me on my back, and pinned me to the floor. "Where the hell is Liam?"

"I don't know." He shrugged carelessly. I closed my eyes trying to get a good bit of air in me, but everytime I tried there was a kick to my side. I wanted to scream and beg for them to stop, but my mouth wouldn't open, so no sound came out.

"This one isn't saying anything." He stopped, his eyes squinting and looking over my face. It was distorted in pain. "Intresting." He paused as if he were trying to remember something. "You know what that means right?" He said instead.

"What?" Niall asked stupidly, even I knew what it meant.

"He won't snitch and we can beat him.-" he got down to my level and grabbed a hold of my chin harshly. "As. Hard. And. As much. As. We. Want." He gave emphasize to each word and looked me directly in the eye. His emerald eyes were mesmerizing. The specks of blue that circled around his pupil, Id never get tired of seeing them. I wasn't going to lie -his eyes were beautiful, he himself was beautiful. But his personality made him disgusting.

He let go, giving me a push so that I lulled my head to the side. "Guuyyss." A voice taunted. I couldn't move and I didn't bother to, sooner or later the owner of the voice would come into focus and I would have seen his face, till then there was no reason for movement. "Look who I found trying to go home without his daily beating." There was a smack and my eyes drifted towards the sound. "Wait.. whos that?"

"Ahh." Harry clapped excitedly. "Now it really is time to have fun." He grabbed my leg and dragged me towards another body. I looked at the guy. His skin was an olive colour, his eyes were honey brown and his hair was jet black. His had a purple and green ring around his eye and I knew it was a bruise. "Welcome Zaynie. We found you a new buddie." He laughed.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" He pleaded, his voice wavering, his fists were clenching and his eyes were watering.

"Don't be fucking selfish and let me-" he kicked him and all that could be heard down the corridor was his screams. "Have." Another kick. "Fun."

"I think thats enough Harry." Niall said grabbing him and pushing him back so he wasn't so close to the lad.

Harry was glarring at Niall and clenching his jaw, his jawline becoming even more prominent.

"Fine, that's it.. for today." He turned to look at me.

His anger was gone and he was smiling.

"But remember lewis." Louis. "My fun has just begun."

Yeah,.. in a different location.
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