Stockholm Syndrome - narry (READ REMAKE!)

Chapter 2

Harry

"Honeys, I'm home!" I sang knowing for a fact that Louis and Liam would be here.

I carried Niall's body into my house. He's extremely light for his age. We're both wet from the rain that was pouring. I haven't realized how pretty he looks wet. I went to the room where Louis and Liam were watching FIFA on the flat screen TV. It sounded like they were fighting about something. Most likely that their routing for different teams. They never get along anyways but I always thought they look good together. Opposites do attract as they so say.

Obviously they were to busy fighting each other to realize that I was here. I coughed loudly.

"Harry!" They say in sync. When they both saw that they did they glared at each other.

I ship it.

"Hey guys. I brought a friend home with me."

"Harry another one? Seriously?" Lou said annoyed.

"Yup. This one's a cutie and Irish. Look how pale and perfect his skin is!" I praise him.

"God Harry he looks go innocent. Why do you only choose the innocent people?" Li says sadly.

"They entice me. Move so I can put him on the couch."

"I'm not going to be apart of this so I'm going upstairs in your room Harry." Liam gets up and walks upstairs.

Wussy.

"Okay okay. Bring lucky charms over here." Lou said patty the couch. I giggled at the nickname he gave him.

"How original." I laughed. "You know the routine. Tape and rope are upstairs on my night stand." I said seriously. Lou nodded and headed upstairs. Now that he was laying still on the couch I can really look at him. I always examine my 'victims'. That's what they all say. I absolutely hate it when the media calls them victims. My blood starts to boil and I find myself getting a bit mad again

Lou came a second later and saw what was happening to me.

"Hey Harry come down for a bit. Go in the other room and I'll take care of this. Okay?" He reassures me. I sigh calming a bit down and walk into the kitchen.

I grabbed a banana off the fruit basket and ate it. I tapped my foot impatiently. Then I heard muffled shouting. Not from Lou but Niall. I peeked out the door and see Niall crying with the duck tape on his mouth. His ankles and wrist are tied up. He stopped making noise and crying. I think he fainted from shock.

I felt kinda bad for him. I actually like the guy but of course he'll never like me.

"Um Lou?"

"Sorry for the noise. He woke up and he was being a pain in the ass. I think he fainted. Well... I'm going to be going now since I took care of this and have no purpose of being her." He gathers his stuff together. "Li? Do you need um a ride?" Louis shouted.

Liam comes down stairs with his stuff. So I'm guessing it's a yes. I pout. They always leave when I bring someone home.

We say our goodbyes and they left. It's quiet now. I look at Niall on the couch. Looking all pretty. I look at the clock on the TV cable.

It's getting pretty late, I guess I'm going to bed.

But first...

I grabbed a blanket and settled it on Niall's small body.

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Niall

When I woke up it was cold and my head was pounding. My vision was blurry and couldn't see anything clearly. I tried to rub my eyes but I couldn't. Both of my hands were tired together with a rope and so were my ankles. My vision got clearer and I saw that it wasn't my home. My mouth was taped shut. I whimpered.

It wasn't a dream this time. That man...

I saw a small orange light. It was the TV cable I was guessing. 10:21 AM. The curtains blocked most of sunlight from the windows. All the windows to high for me to reach unless I had a stool. The side of the windows showed streaks of light. Luckily they didn't wraps my hole body with rope. With all my power I sat up. My head is still pounding and tears are rushing down. I'm scared for my life.

I attempted to stand on my feet which were tried across each other. I pulled myself up but instantly lost my balance and fell back on the couch. In that process the tape stuck to my mouth loosened. I tried moving my jaw and move my mouth. The tape came off.

I wanted to give up so bad but that one part of me wants me to not.

So I attempted once again. I pulled myself up carefully trying not to lose my balance. This time I actually didn't fall this time. I started to hoped at the door which seems like miles away. I take on hop at a time. I tried hard not to panic.

Everything was doing good until I heard footsteps.

I literally went into panic mode and lost my balance. I was on the floor next to the couch. The door was on the opposite side.

I'm done for.

I felt like there was no chance left.

I heard the door knob wiggle. He was unlocking the door. Tears filled my eyes when I heard the door click open. I closed my eyes not wanting to see who it was and what he was going to do.

The footsteps were coming closer.

A few seconds later I felt the presence of some one right in front of me. I don't know what made me open my eyes and look. But I did. And I saw him.

"Haz! Thank god your here help me please. Untie me!" I sobbed out. I thought I was going to be saved.

He smiles and laughs a little.

It can't be him.

"No!" I screamed and backed away from him. He comes closer. "Get away from me!" I stuttered. I hit the wall. I was cornered.

He crouches down in front of me.

"Hey hey. Shh. I'm not going to hurt you." He coos. He takes me into his arms trying to comfort me. I started to thrash around. "Unless you don't listen to me. So if I were you, I would stop." He whispers harshly into my ears, squeezing me painfully hard. I gasped and stopped instantly.

"What do you want from me?" I sobbed. He stayed silent. "Please don't rape me."

"Oh no no. I would never do that to you." He reassures me. "Raping isn't my thing."

I was to afraid to ask what was his thing. But being silent would keep me safe I thought.

"You hungry." He ask unexpectedly.

I didn't speak. I was too afraid to say anything. But my stomach growled.

"I'm guessing that's a yes. I made breakfast already. I'm going to untie you okay? Try anything and you will receive consequences."

He undid the tie on my ankles first then my wrist. My wrist were sore and my legs were cramping from the uncomfortable positions they were in.

He took my wrist and dragged my to the table with food. They were two plates of sausages, bacons, eggs, pancakes, and toast. Everything looked good but I didn't trust it. I didn't trust him.

"Eat or starve to death."

My hands were shaking as I picked up the fork and took the first bite. I tears were rolling down my face.

After only eating half of the plate of food he took me back to the room. He doesn't tie me up but he turns on the TV.

"I'll leave the TV on for you. I have to leave to do some business." Haz says just before he leaves the room.

"Why are you doing this? You look like a person that would do this." I croaked.

"Just like you said Niall," He cups my cheeks and brushes the tears away with his thumb. "Don't judge a book by its cover."

After that he leaves and locks the door.

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Harry doesn't really get his own point of view much it's just mostly Niall.