Stockholm Syndrome [Harry Styles]

Chapter 2

A/N: THINGS WILL MOVE QUICKLY AT THE START OF THIS FANFIC TO GET MORE INTO THE EVENTFUL PART WITH THE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME AND WILL PROBABLY MAKE IT MORE ENJOYABLE TO READ.

Harrys POV
It's been 2 whole days since I took Emily, 2 days. The strange thing is, is that theres been no news reports, no police around, nothing. I've kept her locked in my room. She's stopped screaming, crying and fighting to get out now. I felt bad the first day I took her, but now, I feel a lot worst.
I give her food and water. I don't want her to die, that would be a step way too far. I can't help but want to just let her go, but thats not an option. Everyone would find out, then everyone would know Harry Styles is a messed up human being. I guess it's true though, I am messed up, I never used to be.
It's only since I've grown up without a Mum, I lived with gran until I was 18, then I moved out. I don't have to work, either. When Mum went, after 6 months of looking, the police assumed she had died. So me and Gem got our share of her will. I really don't think she has died though, I try not to think about it.
As hard as it is for me to admit, I am a bit of an emotional person. On the inside that is. If I keep myself and my feelings to myself, then I won't get hurt. I told Mum everything. Then she left, I know it wasn't her decision, but if I don't tell anyone anything, no one can leave me.
I act tougher on the outside. It's killing me not to let Emily go, but that cant happen. Maybe I could try and be civil with her. I doubt she would want to but if shes stuck here we may as well try and get along? What the hell am I saying? Ive kidnapped the girl for gods sake! This whole thing is twisted anyway, why not twist it some more?

Emily's POV
I've been here for 2 days. Ive given up crying and shouting, it's no use. Harry has been sleeping on the couch. He's locked me in here every day, every night. However, I refuse to sleep on his bed. I don't know where he slept. The first night I didn't sleep at all. I mean, how could I? Im locked in a strangers room who has taken me from the streets! Luckily he had an en-suite which allowed me to shower, use the toilet and brush my teeth. I managed to find a spare toothbrush my to my pleasure. I even wash my clothes in the sink and let them dry on the radiator. I feel disgusting.

Last night I didn't plan on falling asleep, but I did, in the corner of the room.
Harry comes in with 3 meals a day, places them down, leaves, locks the door, and comes back in an hour to get the plate back without a word said. I never eat, though. He could have drugged it or something. I don't know what he's like.
Still stuck in my thoughts I hear footsteps coming closer. I know it's him, but I don't know why. He brought me lunch an hour ago. I hear the key twist the lock and the door open. Still looking at my knees I refuse to look at him.
"Emily, come watch some TV." He spoke in a calm tone.
Afraid of what would happen if I don't listen I quickly stand up and see him walk out of the room. I follow him whilst taking in my surroundings. He has a very modern house, very nice. It's a shame he hasn't got a personality to match. Walking down the stairs and turning right into what I assume is the lounge. It has one large L-shaped black sofa in the far right which contrasts with the white floor and glass tables. It seems like he takes pride in his surroundings.
The thought of running out the door is very appealing right now, but I fear what will happen if he catches me. So i decide against it. He places himself on the sofa.
"Sit down," he commands.
I do so, ensuring that I am as far as possible away from him.

Harry's POV
I've never seen someone so fearful in all my life, her body trembling helplessly on the opposite side of the sofa makes me want to comfort her and make sure she's okay. That's inside Harry trying to escape, not going to happen. She's here for a reason, my karma to the rest of the world. Her family go through what I went through. Then someone will understand me.
As we're sat in silence I take a glance over at her to see her now crying, I caused this, if Mum could see me now all hell would break loose. Still looking at her is when I notice how beautiful she is, she's too pretty to cry, too pretty to be kidnapped by someone like me.
"I want to let you go," I spit out before I realise what I'm saying. Nice one, Styles. I notice her hopeful hazel eyes look over at me, I can still see all her sadness behind the hopefulness.
"But, I can't," I rush out, only to have her turn away from me. Before I know it I'm talking before I can stop myself.

Emily's POV
"If I let you go, you're going to tell your friend, family and police. I can't have that. I regret even taking you. You're innocent, you've done nothing wrong. I can't let you leave yet though. As much as I want too. I hate seeing people cry and knowing I'm making a complete stranger cry, is horrible. Im not this kind of person." He went on like he was just talking to himself. "Please understand why I can't let you go. I want you to know that I'm not going to hurt you, shout at you. If you want to be on your own, just tell me and you can, in the house obviously, but maybe we would try and be civil." I looked up at him as if he was a unicorn, is he crazy! He's just kidnapped me.
"I wont tell anyone if you let me go, I haven't got anyone to tell, please just let me go," I cried.
"I told you as much as I want too, I can't. I don't know you, I can't trust you." He replied, completely crushing my hopes of leaving. I didn't say anything. "You are going to be here so, i'm going to be civil with you. I'm Harry Styles, I'm 20 and I was born in Holmes Chapel in Cheshire." He tells me. He pauses, waiting for me to reply. Im not going to, I am not going to socialise with my kidnapper. "Please just tell me something? It's going to make the situation a lot easier for both of us if we're civil with one another." I took a deep breath before speaking,
"Im Emily Scott, I'm 18 and I was born in California," I mumbled quickly.
"Why are you in England then?" He asked. My parents died in a car crash when I was 16, and I was an only child. I didn't have contact with the rest of my family. So I finished school and moved to England. I have no friends here, but no way in hell was my kidnapper going to know about my personal life.
"Why not?" I retaliate.
"Fair point."
A few hours passed and I found myself no longer mad at Harry, in fact I found myself enjoying his company. I had eventually loosened up and I spoke to him like I had known him forever. I've learnt that when he was younger he had a pet hamster, which he called Hamster. He's actually a really funny and nice person. I don't know why I'm not bothered at the fact he kidnapped me, but I'm not.

Harry's POV
I cant help but mentally thank myself into getting Emily to talk to me. She's such a nice girl! She doesn't even seem angry at me or anything. I pushed aside the guilty feeling to allow me to have a decent conversation with her. I never pictured myself in this situation. Sat on my sofa talking about anything and everything with the girl I kidnapped 2 days ago.
"Shall I order us some pizza?" I ask her.
"Yeah, sure,"
"BBQ chicken?" I ask remembering her favourite pizza toppings from the discussion we had earlier.
"Please," she responded.

Emily's POV
It was 9pm and Harry and I were sat on his sofa watching Paranormal Activity. We ate the pizza a while ago, which was delicious considering I haven't eaten for 2 days. We've been talking for 9 hours, and I don't really know how. I probably forgot to mention the fact that we're both drunk. Whilst eating the pizza Harry asked if I wanted a glass of wine with it. I happily agreed and one glass led to another, which led to another and so on.
I love horror films, they're my favourite kind of film. Harry however, seems to be on the edge of his seat right now, but if I ask him he replies with "no, I'm a man."
I've really enjoyed my night. I never though I'd end up sitting down with a man who kidnapped me, eating pizza, talking like we'd known each other for years, getting drunk and watching films.
"Emily?" I heard Harry speak.
"Yeah," I turned to look at Harry.
"Can I tell you something?" He slurred.
"Yeah."
"There's a reason why I kidnapped you. When I was 15 my Mum got kidnapped and I wanted someone else to go through what I did. Mum was never found. I lived with my gran for 3 years, then I came here. The day I took you I realised I was wrong, I wanted to let you go, but I couldn't. You would tell your friends and family, the police, anyone. I'm sorry." Harry started crying.
In my drunken state I stumbled over to his side of the sofa, sat down next to him and wrapped my arms around him. Now I understand. All traces of anger within me are washed away and I only feel sympathy. He relaxes back into my arms.
"I understand, but I have no one to tell. My family are all dead. I have no friends. I'm alone." I speak back to him.

Harry's POV
I feel like such a dick, I turn around to hug her so its not just her hugging me. She has no one and I've probably made her feel worse. I feel myself sympathising her. She understands me, she knows things about me nobody else does. I kidnapped her, this isn't fair on her. But, she comforts me, something nobody else did apart from Mum. I hug her tighter, she's just like Mum, they both comfort me, and none of them deserve what has happened to them.

Emily's POV
Lead on the sofa, top and tail watching the end of Paranormal activity, that's when I hear Harry.
"I'm sorry for everything, you can leave tomorrow, just please don't tell anybody," he tells me.
"I won't, thank you Harry." I reply before dozing off.