Stockholm Syndrome / L.S.

chapter four

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*LOUIS POV*


The thing about me is that Louis knows that he is crazy. It's obviously no secret to him anymore.

He's constantly reminded of his previous obsession with the stunningly beautiful boy who was named Stan Lucas. Actually, they started off as best friends but something made Louis fascinated when he slept. Or to see him through the window when he'd change. But Stan didn't like that, I guess. Louis just wanted to be an active friend who always knew what was happening with Stan's life. Louis hasn't seen him in years. Last time he saw Stan he was 17, and now he's 22 going on 23. Stan's family moved to America to start new. Louis didn't know the actual reason was because of Louis obsessing so much over Stan.

But now, he's found his new obsession. The boy with the gorgeous curly hair and green emerald eyes. Louis found him on the train. Well, through the window. He was just casually riding his bike when he had to stop when the train passed. He saw that curly haired boy through the window who automatically made Louis' heart race. Soon enough, he knew where he lived and his name. Harry Styles. Soon after that, he was able to get a hold of his records and childhood pictures. 

Louis just had to get that boy.

His plan was to sneak into his room and get him, but Harry made it easier just by coming outside himself. It was just like a cat catching a mouse. Harry fell right in Louis' trap.

He felt bad for making him pass out and all, but he needed sleep and Harry was grouchy. Louis' bound determined to get this boy to fall for him the same way Louis fell for him. Hopefully he will. Harry was just so nice. He was seemed as if he were afraid to hurt. Like he was afraid of hurting Louis. 

Or he may just want Louis to let him go. He made it obvious when he snapped and began to scream and cause Louis' heart to snap. He didn't like seeing Harry cry. He's too beautiful. Even when he cries he's beautiful.. But Louis hates seeing him like that.

Louis walked out once Harry fell asleep once again, moving to the refrigerator that seemed to be running down with little chill to it anymore. He threw it open and grabbed the half empty bottle of Bourbon from the bottom that was scattered with the other bottles that were most likely to be empty. 

He flops himself on the raggedy couch that has a few springs beginning to pop out, opening the bottle easily since he's come to do it quite often. He takes a gulp of it, the sour and bitter taste numbing and stinging his throat as it slid down. The smell burned his eyes which caused them to water. 

Louis knew deep down that he was pathetic. No one would love him. No one would probably even find him as normal. Well, he wasn't normal and he was very open to that fact. He wanted to be normal. He craved to be normal and stop with his crazy obsessing habits. 

Maybe someday someone will love me for who I am. And help me. But who would want to love, or even take the time to talk to some crazed psycho who has obsessing habits? Oh yeah, no one.

Louis takes another big drink, letting the liquid burn down his throat and allow all his thoughts to drift away. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink.

*HARRY POV*

Harry shifted in his slumber, slowly coming back to consciousness. A soft whimper left his lips, realizing that he was still at this mans home, tied and unable to move. 

"L-Louis? Louis? Are you there?" Harry calls out, trying to lift his head. He heard sniffling, that's it. Why is Louis crying? He shouldn't be the one crying. He's the one that did this so he shouldn't be playing the victim when he is the total opposite from the victim. 

Louis stumbled in, bottle in his hand and eyes red. He was terrifying looking. Almost as if he hasn't slept in days. Even though my hatred for him is massive, I can't help the pang of sorrow in my heart for him. 

"What d-do you need?" Louis slurs, gripping the door with his left hand to support himself from falling onto the cracked wood floored that had stains that Harry couldn't exactly make out. How wonderful..

"I'm scared." Harry whispers, eyes beginning to water again, "I want Niall.. Can I at least borrow your phone to dial him? I-I miss him.. He's probably worried for me."

Louis sucked his lips in and debated in his drunken mind if he could remember anyone by the name of Niall that had relations with Harry. Nothing came to mind. Was he his.. brother? His cousin?

"Who is Niall?" Louis asks sternly, his features turning from soft to a bit of a glare which frightened Harry. 

Harry gulped, eyes going wide. Did Louis really want to know the truth? Well, he asked who Niall was so of course he'd tell him. He asked. "Niall is my boyfriend. I love him very much." Harry mumbles quietly, afraid to say it any louder.

"Harry, don't mumble. I hate mumbling. Speak up." Louis scolds, eyes turning cold.

"Niall is my boyfriend and I love him!" Harry yells, eyes watering even more as images of Niall seeps into his mind. He missed Niall so much more..

Louis' face dropped, features turning into a sad frown. Harry wondered why that happened. It's not like Louis would ever have a chance with Harry. Harry would never love someone who was sick enough to kidnap for love.

"B-Boyfriend? Oh, okay. You may." Louis whispers sadly, walking out of the room to retrieve the phone. He hands it to Harry, then backs away after untying one hand for him. 

Harry picked up the phone and dialed up Niall's number, even though how badly he wanted to call the police, he couldn't. Louis was right there. Harry had to earn trust.

Niall finally picked up after a few rings, a big gleeful cheer coming from Niall. 

"Who is this?" Niall asks, since Harry had to call from an unknown number.

"I-It's me, Harry. Hi Ni." Harry whispers into the phone, Louis' fist clenching by his sides.

"Harold! My baby.. How are you, love? I miss you lots." Niall coos into the phone, never failing to cause Harry to blush.

"I-I'm okay. I miss you more." Harry mumbles, a choked sob escaping his lips because he couldn't ask for help, "I need you to tell my mum I love her, and Gemma as well. Liam and Zayn as well. I love you so much. I need to get off. I love you." 

Niall stays silent for a moment, and so does Harry. "Okay.. I'll call you later Haz."  

The line goes dead and a loud sob erupts from Harry's chest comes to life. Why did this all have to happen? Niall probably thinks Harry doesn't even want to talk to him anymore. 

Louis steps forward, sitting down on the bed beside Harry who was tied laying down. "I can be your Niall for the night." Louis slides into Harry's side, pressing a single kiss to his jawline.

"O-Okay. Goodnight Louis." Harry whispers, frozen in place as he feels Louis' arm snake around his waist to pull him closer.

"Goodnight, Harry. See you in the morning." Louis coos before dazing off to sleep, leaving Harry wide awake and terrified.

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