Stockholm Syndrome / L.S.

chapter one

Harry always loved the thought of running free, and not having to care about your parents or anything else. 

Maybe break a few laws.. Maybe even get arrested a few times just for the sweet adrenaline rush.

But of course he could never do that. His mum would kill him. Not literally, of course. She loves him endlessly. He doesn't even know why he wants to do all these cool bad boy things. He assumes it's because of his extreme case of innocence that his friends always make fun of him for. 

For example, Harry thought you'd get weed by going outside, then pick the weeds from the garden and then simply burn it. Liam and Zayn sure got a kick out of that. How would he know you buy it from someone? Oh yeah, because he is sheltered from the real world and too afraid to venture off to be a normal sixteen year old.

He was quite excited when his mum told him the news about moving to Doncaster for her new job. Harry never heard of it, but it seemed nice from the photos he saw on Google Images. He will miss his friends Liam and Zayn lots since he practically grew up with them. And he can't forget his lovely boyfriend Niall either... He promised he'll Skype him each day and call twice a day. He's the best, honestly.

But Harry swore if this train doesn't go any faster he will personally run to Doncaster. This train ride is way too long. It's making his patience grow lower within each second that passes. 

"Harry, love. We'll be there soon. Just sit back and relax a bit. I know you're excited." Anne says in her soft and soothing voice, automatically making Harry smile because she was right. He was beyond excited. 

Harry rested his head back against the head rest, letting the occasional chatter from strangers fill his ears. He found it extremely interesting to hear about people's lives. It's cool how someone could have this long story that is absolutely amazing. Harry's obviously wouldn't be on the exciting side. His story would be pretty easy to sum up. 'Hi I'm Harry and I used to work in a bakery.'.  Exciting, right?

The train halts to a stop, causing Harry's body to lurch forward with a grunt. He looks out the window at the cloud, dark town that he now lived in. It seems almost like Cheshire, except the houses are brick and there looked to be more shops near the neighborhoods. 

Harry got up with his mum, walking out of the train with the rest of the passengers. He stretched out his tight limbs, letting out a loud moan which caused people to look his way with perplexed expressions. He shrugged it off while he grabbed his and Anne's carry on luggage. 

"They have everything at the new house, along with our car. But for now we need to get a cab. Haul one over, please?" Anne asks as she pulls out her phone and taps on it a few times, obviously leaving Harry without protest to have to haul a cab over. He climbed in as his mum told the address that was located in a small suburb. 

Occasional small talk occurred but Harry didn't pay much attention, letting his mum do the talking. He didn't have much to talk about. He was a boring person who loved kittens and baking cupcakes. It wasn't exciting. All he wanted was Niall. He missed when he could just text him to come over and he'd be there in almost an instant. Now they were hours apart, and Niall had schooling. Maybe they could Skype later tonight. 

The cab finally parked in front of a modern brick house which had a few moving trucks located in the drive way where Anne's car was parked as well. Harry got out, carrying his stuff as he slowly moved his way into the house. Movers were placing boxes and couches places, working up the stairs and down. Hopefully they'd leave soon so Harry could finally find a way to feel at home.

He peeked out his living room window and saw a black car, tinted windows and all the 'stalker car' look going on. His eyebrows furrowed since it was parked quite close to the house, but as if it was trying to hide. Before he could think much more of it, it drove away as soon as Anne got out of the taxi. 

Harry helped with the furniture, hoping the faster they got this all done, the faster he could Skype with Niall. And that's all he wanted at the moment. He wanted Niall to wrap his arms around him and place tiny kisses to his forehead while whispering sweet compliments into his ear. Or cuddle with him, Niall's arms protectively around Harry's waist, promising he'd never let anything hurt him. 

But now he's not even a short driving distance. He's hours driving distance. Distance is terrible. Screw distance, find another thing to cause distress to instead of a boy in love with a cute Irish lad. At least they weren't in seperate countries, always have to look at the bright things in life. 

Soon enough (not really), the whole house was decorated and just a few boxes sprawled across the flooring of the living room. He quickly whipped his phone out and went to 'Babe <3' contact, aka Niall. His fingers danced on the keyboard, sending him a message that said...

 'Hi, Ni. xx I'm at my new house and I miss you so much.. Skype? Want to see your beautiful face. xx(: -Haz'

He waited a few moments, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. His phone soon buzzed, indicating a message from Niall. 

'Sorry, love! I'm studying for t finals !! I wish I could, love u lots u cutie. <3 -Nialler'.

Harry groaned, a pout forming on his lips. See, if Harry was back in Cheshire, he could easily walk to Niall's house and help him study even though Niall is a grade higher than him. He could at least encourage him with kisses. But no. He's stuck here in this now horrible place that goes by the name Doncaster. 

Harry slips his shoes on, also adding a purple Jack Wills sweatshirt that Niall bought him before he left his hometown. He called out to his mum, telling her he was going for a walk. She didn't seem to mind, and also told him to make friends as well. He wasn't planning on it, though. He was planning on kicking rocks and pouting. 

He began his journey down the crooked and old sidewalk that had a few green plants peeking through the cracks, a few pebbles which Harry kicked into the street. Why couldn't he back in Cheshire? Why could one simple denial for a Skype call from Niall completely change his whole view on Doncaster? Why did his mum have to take the new job? Why, Why, Why..

Harry plopped himself down onto a park bench, having his eyes turned down to face his lap. He felt tears well up in his green emerald eyes, landing on his sweat pants that were old and had little rips by the knee. 

It was so cold here. So cold that he could see his breath come out as if it were smoke when he exhaled. If Liam was here, he'd scold Harry for not bringing a warmer coat because he told him so or whatever. Just be the smart alec he was.

Zayn would just laugh and blush at whatever Liam would say, so whipped he'd agree with about anything he'd say. 

Harry's attention shot up when he heard little rustles behind a tree just a few yards away. He eyed it suspiciously, seeing a black fabric swing around with the leaves. 

"Hello?" Harry called out, biting down on his lip with nervousness, "Hi, I'm Harry. I'm from Cheshire." Okay, that was a pretty lame way of introducing himself. Oh well, it's the best he could manage at the moment.

Harry only caught a small glimpse of the man, noticing his feathery brown hair who wore all black except for the small gold necklace hanging from his neck, tattoos littering his arms. He jumped into the same black car Harry noticed earlier, speeding away to leave Harry a confused mess. 

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CLIFFHANGER !!

I got this idea from the song of course, Stockholm Syndrome. And I also got it from a daydream I had in 8th period at school..  I would love to explain it, but that would ruin the story.. x

Love you lots x 

- Clarice.