Stockholm Syndrome // Larry c.s

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Zayn stayed quiet but it looked like he was dying to know, so instead he said, "look obviously you have tons of secrets. And I won't ask you anything anymore. But! If one day you want to tell me it all, I'll be right here to listen." He smiled softly.

"Thanks Zayn, but I doubt you'd understand it all."

"I understand that Harry is a big part of your past and can't pronounce your name right." He rolled his eyes at the last bit.

"Well he never could, not even when my name was Ryan." I said immediately regretting it. I hadn't told him I had changed my name.

"Wait.. you changed your name? Was it that bad?"

"Thought you wouldn't ask anymore questions." I said picking up my stuff and getting ready to leave.

He sighed, "you're right, but don't leave, lou."

"Louis, please." I corrected and he didn't even fight it. Just nodded.

"We still haven't picked out your costume."

"I don't think it'd be a good idea, Zayn."

"Oh, come on, Louis. You deserve a good night out. I'll stick by you the whole night if I have to."

I closed my eyes and thought about it. Maybe it would get my mind off the fact that Harry had tooken my bear. "Okay."

"Yay!" He cheered. "Okay, so actually we don't really need to look, because I have the perfect costume for you."

"Is that so? What is it?" He ran to his closet and opened the door to walk in. It was all colour coordinated and it drove me a bit mad. I walked in as well and immediately went to the black section, but when I noticed he had gone to the green section I raised an eyebrow. I hadnt worn colour in a long time.

"Here it is!" He pulled out a dress looking thing and some tights."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Oh come on Louis. You'll look absolutely adorable." I snatched it from his hands and went to try it on. I stripped of my clothes and stared at myself in Zayns full length mirror that was hanging on the back of the door. I wish my body was thinner.. or more muscular. I mean I was both, but I was in the middle. "Louis! Hurry I'm excited to see." I heard.

I sighed and began to put on my 'costume'. I put on the tights and looked myself in the mirror, already regretting this. I put on the dress looking thing and walked out with a grimace. "OH MY GOSH YOU LOOK SO ADORABLE. but I almost forgot the most important part." He grabbed something from his bed and until he put it on my head I realized it was a hat. His hands covered his mouth and his eyes were glistening. "You look do beautiful."

I didn't look in the mirror, I didn't want to regret this outfit. So instead I thanked him and told him I have to get going. He nodded and let me get changed. After I was done I was on my way home.

When I arrived home, I saw Harrys car pull up and park into his drive. He was getting out and carrying groceries. I wonder if he lived by himself to? Maybe that was something I needed to figure out too.

I opened the door and threw the costume on the couch. It was going to be a long week.

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All you could hear was the heavy breathing and the sound of cleats hitting the wet grass.

The wind was cold and it was just drizzling. My shorts and shirt were practically attached to my body, showing off every part of me. "LOUIS!" I heard my name be yelled and I turned. The ball was coming straight towards my face and before I could even move, It was hitting my face and I was stumbling backwards.