Stockholm Syndrome (Narry mpreg) - COMPLETED

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NIALL'S POV

When I woke up the warm body that was usually in my arms, was a cold pillow. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed, quickly going outside to see the babies crying on the couch and the door wide open. I quickly picked them both up and shut the door, "HARRY?" I shouted around the house rocking the crying babies the best I could.

I saw there were two bottles on the floor that were spilt making my heart jump, something happened to him. I put the babies back on the couch and got them some formula and fed them both, and got them to calm down so I could think for a second.

Maybe he left and just left the door open? But why would he leave?

Maybe he needed to grab something from the shop and forgot to clean up the bottles?

I was trying to come up with some good scenarios, telling myself he was safe. He can't be hurt, it's my fault if he is. I just need to wait for him.

The babies fell asleep in my arms, so I'm not going to move in case I wake them up, instead I just turn on Game of Thrones and pray to all lords that Harry is just out.

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It's been 5 hours, he hasn't come back yet. Good news is though I'm actually stepping up my dad game and taking care of them.

I set Maya in her crib, since I just changed her diaper, and then go to the living room and pull out my phone to scroll to Harry's contact and call him. His phone rang in the bedroom making my chest tighten with anxiety. I went in the bedroom and picked his phone up from the night stand and sighed.

I walked out the room and the cats meowed at me; I quickly filled all of their bowls. I'll have to call Louis and see if he knows anything.

I type his number in and press the phone to my ear, "Hello, what's up Niall?" His voice came though the speaker.

"Harry's missing, I woke up and the babies were crying on the couch, I don't know where he is."

"It could have something to do with you being a shitty father?" My body heated up from him saying that.

"I'm not a shitty father, I just want my baby back. Is he with you?"

"No I have no clue where he is. Have you tried calling him?"

"His phones with me still."

"Call the police then? I mean that's what I would do, but then again I do help take care of my sons."

I rolled my eyes and hung up on him. Not wanting to hear more.

I am a bad father; I would admit to that. But I'm too lazy, and Harry's really good at doing stuff around the house on his own. So if I can chill out while he does everything; then I will, especially since I'm the one with two jobs.

Then it pinged in me, Shane had to of done something. I grabbed my laptop and quickly tracked Shane's number; I wasn't sure if he would keep Harry in the house with him, but it doesn't matter cause I'll sure get answers from him.

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HARRY'S POV

I stared at the roof, trying to collect my thoughts. I'm very upset with myself; why am I so fucking weak?

My mind went back to the twins, I hope that Shane didn't do anything to them. The door opened and I looked over; I was a bit relieved to see Louis ex Zayn, but then my body tenses up again when I saw he had a metal object in one hand and a lighter in the other.

The door shuts and he locked it, "Zayn please don't do this."

"Unless you can get Louis back to me and completely get rid of Cordi and those disgusting babies of his, I'm gonna have to." He started heating up the print; I tried to look closely at it, and cried when I saw that it was the word SLUT in big bold letters. He kept heating it up and my stomach turned, Niall needs to get here soon.

It started coming closer to my skin; between my ferns. Almost close to my scar from the c-section. As it landed on my skin, it felt like I was being set on fire, I started screaming in pain until Zayn stuffed a cloth down my throat turning my screams into mumbles. I bit down on the cloth as he pulled it off my skin, it was bleeding really bad, and I was crying a lot.

He took the piece of cloth out of my mouth, "Well I'm gonna leave now, at least you'll die sooner." He walked out the room as my stomach started bleeding loads, but he didn't make it far as he fell to the ground; I looked to see that Niall gave him a really bad hit; he kept hitting him till Zayn was knocked out. Ni ran into the room and looked in every drawer, "Are you okay Harry?"

I didn't respond, I couldn't, my throat felt like a rose bush was growing in it, my stomach was bleeding from the burn and from my scar getting pushed on, I was in so much pain that it's hard to describe.

Niall took the cuffs off me and quickly bandaged my stomach with some bandages he found in the drawers. He picks me up and I leaned my head in his chest as he rubbed circles on my back whispering to me telling me it was going to be okay.