Stockholm Syndrome - A One Direction Story

Chapter One

It was a day like any other. The city was hazy and it had rained the night before. It was an early September morning. Oakley had been walking through the still sleeping city of Manhattan, on her way home from a night shift at the diner she worked at. Wanting to get home to bed, Oakley had decided to cut through the forest trail that fell right at the cities edge.

It didn't take long before she realized she wasn't alone.

"Maybe I should have waited for Amelia to drive me home." Oakley thought to herself, getting a creepy feeling in the pit of her stomach, too scared to even turn around to see who or what was behind her.

Oakley tightened her grip on the strap of her bag as she carried it over her shoulder & started to walk a bit faster, as the fear started to grow in her. She could hear the footsteps getting closer, as she walked faster so did whatever was following her.

Oakley glanced back, to see a man following her at a steady pace. He looked her dead in the eyes & said "Good morning gorgeous." The man seemed not to be too much older than Oakley, but still, this man was a stranger to you.

"I think you may have the wrong person." Oakley said. "I don't think we've ever met." she continued as she kept up a steady pace... but so did the man.

"I know I've seen your pretty face before darling." He said in response, but not sounding genuine.

As Oakley took a closer look at the man had a deep olive skin tone with a bit of a beard & short black hair. He was dressed in black jeans & a blue t-shirt that revealed multiple arm tattoos, also wearing a pare of black boots & a leather jacket slung over his right shoulder. He held a cigarette in his left hand and took a puff of it every now & then as they walked. Then Oakley had remembered something. She had seen the man before. He's been coming into the diner on & off since the beginning of summer. Usually in the middle of the night or early in the morning. She had served him a few times, but he would usually get served by another staff & Oakley would usually just greet him as he came in & gave him a friendly smile as he left, as she did with all the customers.

"Oh, yeah. You come to the diner sometimes." Oakley said, her voice slightly shaking. 

"I do, you heading home Oakley?" He asked, saying her name in a bit of a sinister voice.

"How do you know my name?" She asked as she continued to walk.

"It's on your name tag love." 

"Oh... right."

"Hey, why don't we slow down for a bit." The man asked.

"Oh, that's okay. I just really need to get home. I had a long night & my brothers waiting for me to get home before he leaves for work." She replied.

"Nonsense." The man said, as he took one more puff from his cigarette before throwing it to the ground & stepping on it to put it out. "Why don't we hang out for a bit?"

"I don't know you that well... I just serve you sometimes. I don't even know your name. & like I said, I have to get home." 

"Zayn." The man said, as he gripped Oakley's arm.

Oakley, terrified as she felt his grip on her arm gasped as she turned around. "What?" She said with fear in her voice.

"My name... it's Zayn." He said. His eyes looking like he had an ulterior motive.

"Okay. Maybe I'll see you another time, but my brother is waiting." Oakley repeated as she tried to escape from his grip.

Oakley had been living with her older brother Niall for the past year, since the two of them had moved to New York from South Carolina.

The man, who called himself Zayn only tightened his grip as Oakley tried to get away from it. 

"You're going to regret that darling. Don't worry. We'll have fun." He said.

Oakley, now shaking with fear opened her mouth, ready to scream. She only got out a small scream before Zayn cupped his hand over her mouth. & held her tight in his other hand. She knew that they were too far from the city for anyone to be able to hear her, even if she did try to scream again.

"No need for all the fuss love. It's useless. Zayn told her, with an evil tone. "You're coming with me. & if you try one more thing, you will regret it." He insisted.

They walked along the empty trail for another 15 minutes, before coming to a small clearing even farther from the city. In the clearing, the only thing in sight for miles was a black 2010 Toyota Carolla that had a few dents in it, clearly showing its age.

Zayn pulled out the kets from his back pocket & unlocked the trunk.

"Please. Don't do this." Oakley said, a tear rolling down her face.

"Would you relax." He snapped back. "I'm not gonna make you get in the trunk. I just need something from back here."

Zayn grabbed a black backpack from the trunk before closing it & walking around to the back seat & opening the door. The windows were tinted. Oakley couldn't see anything inside until Zayn had opened the door.

"Get in." He said.

Oakley just looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Get in, or I will help you get in." He said in a stern tone.

Oakley cried as she did what she was told.

"Don't cry. You're only making things worse for yourself." He said as he buckled Oakley & opened the bag. He pulled out two black bandannas & a pare of handcuffs. 

"What are you doing?" Oakley asked, still crying.

"I've got you now. I can't risk you getting away." He said. He turned Oakley as he placed the handcuffs on her. 

"Please. stop!" She cried.

"I guess this will come next, since you can't be a good girl & be quiet." Zayn said as he tied one of the bandannas to cover her mouth. Oakley continuing to beg, but now only hearing muffles come from her mouth. He then took the second bandanna & tied it to cover her eyes.

"Can't have you know where I'm taking you." He said, with that evil tone again. He then closed the door & locked it as he got in & drove off like nothing had even happened.