Stockholm Syndrome [Harry Styles]

Chapter 1

Emily's POV
My name is Emily Scott, I'm 19 and a English Literature student at London University. Currently, I'm walking home from work, I work in a department store on Oxford Street, nothing exciting, it pays for my student fees and rent so I guess I'm just going to have to live with it. It's absolutely pouring with rain and freezing cold in the middle of summer, typical british weather, and I've just discovered my shoes are most definitely not water proof. I normally enjoy my walks home from work, they help me relax and clear my head, but all I can think of is how satisfying getting in a hot shower is going to be as soon as I get home. Due to the horrendous weather I've decided to take a short cut, I never usually do because as I said, I love my walks home, but it's very necessary under these circumstances.

Harry's POV
This is absolute typical, i hate living in the UK at times like this, we're halfway through summer and it's chucking it down with rain. I left my house less than half an hour ago and it was fine, I only went to get a coffee from my local Starbucks and here I am, speed walking through the lane to get home as soon as possible.
Thats when I see someone, walking about 10 steps ahead of me, her hands are above her head as she looks towards the ground, hiding herself from the torrential down pour, her long, wet, dark hair cascading down her back. She's wearing a black body-con dress which shows off her curves that are definitely enough to drive any man crazy. I realise she doesn't even have a coat on, I silently chuckle to myself, wondering why you wouldn't bring a coat out, knowing the possibilities of the glorious British weather. Something about her captivates me, I don't know what it is, I haven't even seen her face. She could turn out to be a complete bitch but right now, something's drawing me into her.
This is when I get the flashback, I hate this, so much, but I cant ever hide from it, it always finds away to creep into my head. I remember it like it was yesterday, I was 15 at the time, 5 years later I still get these flashbacks, she was taken, kidnapped. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be her? Mum, my Mum, the only person apart from Gemma I could go to, to talk, and she'd always be there to listen. I was such a Mummy's boy, but now, I don't know where she is. All because I asked her to go and get me something from the shop. God, I'm so selfish, she was taken because of me. Why didn't I go to the shop myself, she would have never been taken otherwise, it's my fault.
No one ever found out where she was, they got CCTV footage, but never found Mum or the man that took her. I can feel tears forming in my eyes, but it's okay, its raining, no one will notice. Everything is okay, since shes was kidnapped, just okay, but is okay ever really okay? Okay is never great or wonderful, okay is just another word for, 'I can't be bothered to explain what i'm feeling so just leave.' Thats what I do, I push people away. Now I start to think of something, I need to get revenge on the world, for taking her, he hasn't been punished for taking her. He put me in pain by taking her, I need to put someone else in pain. Thats when I knew, if I was going to take someone, I would take her. Im planning it in my head right now, theres no way to turn out of this lane, it's just a lane full of back entrances to houses, my house happens to be one of them. It's about another 5 minute walk to mine, so when we're almost there I'd speed up and from behind her, id grab her and I'd just drag her into my house. Her family would feel like I did, its not just me in pain then. I realise this is completely messed up, but this seems to be the only thing that will help me cope with my pain.

Emily's POV
This shortcut seems to be taking forever, longer than my usual walk home, the 'long way.' I just concentrate on not slipping as grips on heels are never excellent, and are definitely not meant for walking in the rain. I can here footsteps getting closer behind me, I pay no attention to this, whoever it is is just obviously trying to get out of this rain quicker, just like I am. My thoughts go to my childhood, everything has changed so much since then, and not for the better.
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel a hand push itself onto my mouth and another hand wrapping itself forcefully around my waist. My eyes clench themselves together preparing for what could be about to happen whilst I thrash myself around in the arms of a stranger, unable to scream and call for help. Before I know it I'm being dragged somewhere, I dont know where, im afraid to open my eyes but I do, and I find myself being pulled down a slope into a house. My attempts of breaking free are weakening although I still try. Tears are steaming down my face. By now so many questions are rushing through my head, 'Where am I going?' 'Who's holding me?' 'Why is this person doing this?' The questions keep coming, as do the tears. My body has gone into shock and has frozen, but I'm being pulled up a staircase. I've now stopped trying to escape, realising it's not going to work. I realise I'm being kidnapped. Im being kidnapped. My tears flow uncontrollably. I figure out in my head i'm being kidnapped by a man, the musk scent, the strong arms, and the interior of the house give it away. I still haven't seen his face.
I'm thrown into a corner of a white room, thats when I saw him, the man who has kidnapped me. He locks the door behind him with a key and places it into his pocket, preventing me from escaping. He walks over and sits on what I assume is his bed, I back closer into the corner, pulling my knees up to my head, leaning my head against them. I'm still crying when I hear him speak,
"What's your name?" He asks me in a deep, soft voice, not what I would imagine a kidnappers voice to sound like.
I don't reply. Why should he need to know? He doesn't need to know anything about me. I should be the one asking questions, not him.
"What's your name?" He asks again, voice more stern this time.
"Emily, Emily Scott." I whimper, I only replied because I didn't want him to get annoyed at me. I don't know what he's capable of and I don't want to particularly find out either.
"I'm Harry," he replied, almost as if this situation is completely normal.
I looked up at him, completely shocked. I've never been in this situation before, and I don't exactly know how this whole 'kidnapping thing' works, but i'm almost certain that the kidnapper never tells the person they are holding hostage their name.
He just stares at me from his seat on the bed, I don't know what to do or where to look, so my eyes wander back to the floor. That's when I start to cry again.

Harry's POV
I look at her, taking in her beauty. She looks so innocent, so beautiful and when she starts to cry all I want to do is comfort her. That's when I remember I'm not doing this to have someone to care about, I'm doing this to get revenge on this cruel world. I already know what I'm doing is completely ridiculous, and I know this isn't how I would normal deal with things. This isn't the real Harry. The real Harry would never do this. The real Harry respects other women, and would never do this. If Mum ever knew I was doing this she would definitely go completely insane on me, she would never forgive me, ever. I stand up from the bed and take a step away from it, out of the corner of my eye i can see Emily flinch at my movement. I just walk up to the door, open it, walk out and lock it. I've messed up, big time. I can't let her go though, she will call the police. Her phone, why didn't I think of this earlier, smart move Harry. I quickly unlock the door and step inside.
"Hand me your phone," i demanded.
"Why?" She quickly snapped.
"I said, hand me your phone," I spoke in a threatening tone.
She quickly digs her phone from her bag and hands me the white iPhone 6. I walked back out and locked the door behind me.
I can here her cries behind the door, how am I going to get myself out of this mess?

A/N- so this is my first ever fanfic, i hope you enjoy it. Please leave feedback in the comments and vote. More comments and votes, means faster updates. Sorry if its not that good. I've never written anything like this before.