Stockholm Syndrome (Punk Harry) -Bwwm

Harry

My alarm goes off at ten a.m. As soon as I roll out of bed the first place I go to is my bathroom. The shower is calling me. When I got home last night I was exhausted. I crashed before I could even think about showering.

I stand under the shower head feeling the water cascade down my body starting from my hair falling below my feet. I watch the water go down the drain mixed with all the blood and dirt from yesterday.

By 10:30 I'm toweling off trying to decide what to wear for the day. I know the job we're doing requires wearing all black but I don't think I have any clothes that aren't black... or at least close. I just need to decide what.

Of course black skinny jeans but I have so many shirt options. I don't wanna wear a graphic tee because if shit hits the fan I don't want it to be traced back to me because I wore some obscure shirt.

As I pull my jeans on I scan my closet looking for a shirt. Fuck, I need to get to Liam's. I reach in taking a dark grey muscle shirt out of a basket putting it on. Next I snatch my favorite black leather jacket off of a hanger. The last thing I do before leaving my room is grab my keys.

I pull my jacket on as I round the corner going to the Cadillac Escalade ESV in the alley behind my apartment. Giant, black, brand new. I wish she was letting me keep this too. Then again, I have no use for a huge, three row truck.

The engine purrs like a kitten when I turn her over. Man, if only I could find a person that makes me feel the way a nice car does. No time. I gotta go

When I pull up to Liam's place the other three are already there. Their cars are in the driveway so I pull up on the curb. This time when I get to the door I just walk in. Knocking is kind of unusual for me but yesterday was different.

When I get into the living room the three of them are sitting in the same spots as last night, almost as if nothing has changed. Liam stands when he sees me, "Alright, so what's the plan. What we doing first? "

I walk over to the table picking up the notebook that I had left the night before. I open it to the mother's schedule. She's been at work for about two hours now. I remember us saying we were gonna get the mum first. It wouldn't be that hard right?

"The question is when are we gonna get a chance to swipe the mum? I mean we can't just go into her job and take her. " As a matter of fact the same thing goes for the brother. This suddenly seems harder than it did last night.

"Lunch break, " Niall interjects.

"Niall we don't have time for your stomach, " I groan rolling my eyes. "You're always hungry, we'll get food on the way to the mum's job. "

Niall laughs. This isn't a laughing matter. "No, Harry. If you had ever had a legitimate job other than trolling casinos you would know that jobs give you lunch breaks. We take the mum while she is on her lunch break. "

I stick my middle finger up towards Niall, "Thank you Horan. But how are we gonna know when her lunch break is? " As I ask the question my eyes scan down the page to a spot where I see in big bold letters: Office lunch hour: 12:30-1:30pm. Typically goes to: Burger King

"Never mind, it's in a little over an hour. Alright. So what about the brother? "

"I've been thinking about that, " Louis chimes in. The notebook says he works as an assistant at some lab at the university right? So, how hard would it be to put on some lab coats, go in, ask him to come help us with something then boom, chloroform. His lab is on the first floor right by the back door. We park out there and toss him in. "

"What if the lab has locks on the doors so that unauthorized people can't get in? " I question.

Louis holds up the notebook open to a page about the brother. Taped to it is a green card with a picture of me on it. "That's why we send in Ed Haralson clearance level G. I'm guessing the g stands for green. "