Stockholm Syndrome // Larry c.s

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Zayn was bending over and trying to stop himself from toppling over from laughter.

I grabbed my phone angrily and clicked on the gallery app, opening an album I didn't think Id ever open again. I scrolled to the most recent picture and stood up. Walking to him and practically throwing my phone to his chest. His laughter stopped and he tried grabbing it before it fell. He looked at me with raised eyebrows before he slowly revealed the picture. His eyes went wide and his free hand came to his mouth to contain a gasp.

I rolled my eyes and took my phone back. "That can't be you." He said in disbelief.

"Well it is, so you better believe it."

"But it doesn't even look like you.."

"I mean obviously. I had a fucking beat up face, purple and green skin, busted up lip, blonde hair, not to mention cut wrists." I said showing him my scars. I never thought I'd ever hurt myself before Harry, but of course he came along and a lot of things I didn't think I would do, I did.

"I.."

"Please don't give me pity. I'm just here to go to school.." I lied. "I didn't know he'd be here."

"Well are you going to move? I don't want you getting hurt like that.." he pointed to my phone. "I wouldn't forgive myself If I let that happen."

"What?" I questioned. I was honestly confused at his last comment. "Why do you care what happens to me?"

"You're my friend." He said without hesitation. I was taken aback. Why would someone want to be friends with me? Even knowing what it would look like if Harry found out who I was.

"But-" he pulled me into a hug and wrapped both arms around my neck instead of my waist, the hug was comforting. No one had ever hugged me like this.

"I'll try my best to protect you." He whispered and for some reason I believed him. When he pulled away he smiled and grabbed his stuff. "I think I should get going, my mum is probably worried." He chuckled.

"Uh, yeah.. okay." I nodded my head awkwardly. "I'll uh.. walk you out." He smiled, his tongue peaking out through his teeth. I opened the garage door again and we waited for it to go all the way up in silence.

"So I will-" he cut himself off as he looked at his surroundings. "Wait.. what street is this?"

"Saber?" I said confused as to why he was asking.

"I.."

"What?" Then there was a slam of a door and three people climbing out of a car right across the street. Their obnoxious laughter filling the air. Zayn didn't even have to finish his sentence because I already knew what he was going to say, but he did anyways.

"Harry is one of your neighbours." I know.

"Be careful, yeah?"

I nodded, "I'll try." and he was off. I caught him sprinting after the first ten steps. I watched as Harry went into his house and I laughed. I can't wait.
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"Whatcha lookin at?" Zayn plopped his tray down right next to mine and sat down. He grabbed one of my fries and stuffed it in his mouth. I didn't even mind. It had been two days since I told Zayn about my past and the more time I spent with him the more I felt like I knew him, but I still didn't trust him enough to tell him my intentions. I shut my book of notes and gave him a small smile.

I was watching Harry, he was right across the cafeteria. His hair was long and shiny. His fingers running through his hair giving it a shuffle every once and awhile. "Nothing." I said looking down at my food. Grabbing a fry and taking a bite.