Stockholm Syndrome / L.S.

chapter three

Okay, this was now becoming a bit creepy. Why did he show up almost every hour? It was almost as if he was obsessed. Harry grabbed his phone and shut all the lights out in the house. Well that was a dumb decision at trying to hide. Obviously if you see lights go off, someone is there. 

Harry crept down the steps and stood by the front door, debating on if he should go for it and ask the guy what's his problem. He obviously deserved an explanation for this all. Harry gripped the doorknob and bit down onto his bottom lip. 

The previous thoughts of him being known as a 'baby' or, 'wimp' flood his mind. People always telling him how he was probably scared of the shadow and always had to have his hand held through everything. That he would never be brave enough to fend for himself. 

No, not anymore. He was going to prove everyone wrong and march out there to tell that man to leave him alone or else he'll call the police. If the guy comes at him, he'll fight. Even though Harry has never been to a gym in his life, he would still beat him up.

Harry finally built the confidence and opened the door. The cold night air hit his skin, causing him to shudder and hop back into the house for a sweatshirt. You always have to be warm in situations like this, correct? 

He went outside once more, walking slowly and gradually to the car. Why did the windows have to be tinted? Did he store dead bodies back there or something? Did he steal? What if it contains a bunch of weapons? What if he gets killed?!

Oh well. Too late to turn back now.

Harry slowly knocks on the car window, his hand that hang from his side shake with nervousness and fear. Was that too soft? Could he hear that? 

Harry knocked once again, a bit harder now. 

"Hello? Hi, I'm Harry. I just want to talk if that's okay... I'm sure you're lovely. But I was wondering if you could leave me alone?" Harry asks in a soft shaky voice, "I-I mean, you don't have to do anything you don't like. I could be your friend?" 

Harry tries to peer into the car window, attempting to at least see something. 

His whole body freezes when he feels a hand rest on his shoulder. It feels like that moment when you realize you forgot your homework or something. It feels.. terrifying. 

"Oh, dear Harry. We'll have plenty of time to talk, babe." a soft and very gentle voice whispers. The once gentle grip become harsh, squeezing his shoulder as a rag is covering his nose and mouth which has a disgusting smell, making him all woozy and light headed. 

"Goodnight, sweetheart." the soft voice whispered before Harry blacked out in the mans arms.

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Harry awoke in a dark room, only a stream of light coming from the door that was cracked open just a bit. He tried to move his arms, but they were tied down with rope, along with his feet. What just happened? Is this a dream?

"Help me! Help!" Harry screamed as loud as he could, panic spreading through his body. He thrashed and yanked on the ropes, attempting to get free, "Please let me go, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be mean, if I was!"

A bang erupts from outside the room, then a low grunt. Harry's eyes widened and he now wondered if that was the wrong thing to do as the door burst open to reveal a fuming man.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell!" Harry exclaimed nervously, "I'm so sorry.."

The man slowly flickered on the light, revealing the boy he has seen multiple times day prior. He wore all black, just like yesterday. He made his way to the edge of the bed and caressed Harry's quivering jaw. 

"Hi, I'm Louis." the man who now had a name whispered, "I'm just going to say that you're mine now."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and shook his head, tears threatening to spill. "P-Please tak me back home. I have a boyfriend and friends.. Please? I'll do anything. I'll give you all my savings for college just please, let me go." Harry begs, giving him pleading eyes. 

"No." Louis mumbled, shaking his head. He left the room and soon returned with a tray full of food. "I made you dinner, if that's okay. I didn't know what kind of soup you liked so I made classic chicken noodle soup."

For a kidnapper, he was awfully kind. He wasn't very mean either. But still, Harry was terrified of him. It's creeping him out how nice he's being. 

"O-Okay. I love chicken noodle soup. Thank you, that's very kind." Harry forces a smile, making Louis smile widely as well as he spooned up bits of noodles and plopped it into Louis' mouth. The soup tasted lovely, homemade most probably. 

"I'm glad you like it, Harry." Louis whispers, staring into Harry's green orbs. 

Harry bit down on his lip and smiled as Louis fed him more, causing Harry to moan at the delicious taste of salty noodles and chicken dance on his taste buds. It didn't taste poisonous at all. It tasted as if it wer-..

"This was your grandmother's recipe. I made it just for you because I know how much you love it." Louis mumbles, as if he were proud of himself. How in the hell did Louis know his grandmother? How did he know it was his favorite? How long has Louis been planning this?

So many question rake his mind as he's left in a state of confusion. Harry was actually beginning to think Louis was alright, but now he's acting insane it seems. Like he's.. obsessed. 

"Your curls are so beautiful, Harry. You know that? I love them." Louis adds as he begins to caress Harry's flop of curls, making him flinch away but being restrained by the ropes that are leaving nasty red burns all along his wrists, "What's wrong?" Louis asks softly, face full of concern. 

"D-Don't touch me.." Harry whispers terrified under his breath, "Leave me alone. How do you know all this about me... you creep! You have been stalking me! It's really wrong of you to do. I would be willing to be your friend if you didn't kidnap me! Let me go!" Harry screamed as he yanked at the ropes, causing the bowl of soup to knock to the ground with a sickening glass breaking sound to erupt around the dark room. 

Harry froze, a few tears sliding down his cheeks as he stared at Louis with fear. How much does Louis know about him? And especially, why did he kidnap him in the first place? Is he that pathetic?

"Harry. I thought you'd be nice to me when you'd wake up, but it seems like you need another nap. You're grouchy." Louis mumbles and slips the rag out of his pocket again, pushing it up against Harry's face to cover his mouth in nose in the toxic fumes. 

Sobs leave Harry's tired in weak body as his world slowly turns to darkness.

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Why do I always update so late at night, aha. It's like past midnight whenever I update. Oh well. The misfits come out at night.

I didn't really think this story would get even five votes.. But seventeen?!! Thank you so much! You don't even understand how happy and giddy cute comments on my stories, or posts on vine ( vine: lou & haz ) make me feel. I'll be having the worst day but sweet comments always make me smile x.

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