Stockholm Syndrome // Larry c.s

THREE

You guys are fast :0 !! I would have posted yesterday guys, I'm sorry I didn't but I started my new job and when I got home I just passed out ;-; I went in today and it wasnt too bad.

IMPORTANT : BEFOUR YOU READ !!!!! : make sure you go back and read the previous chappie because I made a few changes so that it would go with this one ;-; I forgot part of the plot 😣 when I was writing it and I remembered it so its there now :) x

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The moment I stood up I was angry. My breathing was heavy, my fists were clenching and my body was aching. I grabbed my stuff and practically stomped towards the door. I could feel someone following me, but I didn't even care cause I knew who it was. "Hey where are you going?" They yelled out. I picked up my pace and started my way towards home.

The streets were busy and as I got to a cross walk someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back harshly, then a car was rushing by. "Are you crazy! You almost got ran over." I turned around and there Zayn was. And though he may have been one of the most beautiful people Ive seen on this planet all I could focus on was his black eye.

I yanked my arm from his grip and kept on walking, this time actually looking both ways before I crossed. The walk home was filled with sounds from the busy streets and as I arrived home, I realized Zayn was still behind me. I had to close my eyes to calm myself seeing as he had scared me. "Is this your house?" He looked surprised.

I didnt answer, instead walked to the side of the house to open the garage it had. The garage door slowly going up to reveal a car. It was quite roomy so I had made myself a small space in it. There was speakers on two upper corners of the room. I plugged in my phone and scrolled through my music, finally coming across a song I actually wanted to listen to.

Theyre gonna clean up your looks with all the lies and the books

I walked towards the door to close it and waited for it to close all the way.

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun and keep an your son

So they can watch all the things you do

Because the drugs never work theyre gonna give you a smirk

Cause they got methods of keeping you-

My music was cut and I was turning to look at Zayn. "What was that?" He had a grimace and he was holding my phone.

"Thats called music sweetie, you should listen to it sometime." I said sarcasticly. It's his favourite song.

"You know for someone who doesn't talk much you are quite mouthy."

"I don't talk be-" I cut myself off. I didn't know this kid very well. What if he told people about my plan.

"Because?"

"I just don't like to." I walked towards him and grabbed my phone from his hand, but I didn't yank it away. I set it down on my desk in the corner. He didn't say anything, just looked around the garage. "Is there a reason you followed me home?" I said taking out a note book to write some notes.

"I.. I just wanted to make sure you got home safely." He whispered sadly. "Sometimes they'll follow you home." He paused and traced his fingers over a painting on the wall. "But you were a different case, seeing as you almost got yourself ran over."

"You mean theres more people getting a beating?" I questioned. "I mean other than us, by Harry?"

"I.. there was one. So they say, but Harry moved here a few months back, .. so I didn't meet the guy because he's from another school.. said he was quiet like you... said he had blonde hair, but not like Nialls, it was like Platinum blonde." I gulped. "I heard he had it worse than the both of us." He paused. "put together." I closed my eyes and tried to even my breath, I did know Harry. I knew him very well. Though the part of me only knowing his name was true, or so to say.. I knew him.. the way he acted and his name. He had changed his look a bit, but that was about it. I had followed him here.. well when I found out where he had moved and I was healed. I had changed my name and tried to change my own look, but maybe he chose me to beat again because he recognized me.

I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. He would of hit me harder if he knew.

"What?" He questioned. "Oh my gosh you know something. Spill."

He genuinely looked curious and maybe I owed him something since he had practically saved my life.

"That guy was me."

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