Stockholm Sydrome ~ Luke Hemmings FanFic

Moving Van

I am in the back of what feels like a van. This is so not cliche. How can i even think like this right now? Shouldn't I be freaking out? "Why aren't you freaking out?" A nearby voice asks cautiously. I don't know why they are cautious of me, they are the kidnappers. 

"Um... cause I'm not scared." Obviously this is a lie, i am definitely scared. But there is a reason i got lead roles in every single school play. 

"Mmmm, quite the actor I see. Don't worry. This place is good for you. You might even develop some Stockholm syndrome." I snort. Like that is ever gonna happen. "Hey, you would be surprised if you saw my heavenly body. I'm also quite the charmer." 

"Oh, cause girls just love to be knocked out and shoved in a van. We find it oh so charming." 

"Don't get smart with me sweetie."

"Oh, so you want me to be dumb? Whats the point charming a dumb girl? She might not catch on." I know I'm probably just going to make this a lot worse for myself, but i ain't giving in now.    

"Yeah, good point. Get smart kiddo. Stay in school."

"Um, how am i supposed to go to school, when you are holding me captive?" I hear a sigh, and suddenly the piece of warm cloth is being yanked from my skull. My eyes take a while to adjust to the light, but when they do, I have a hard time masking my surprise. The young boy in front of me is extremely good looking. One of those rare, drooled over guys with the dark hair and bright, blue eyes. But i cover up my surprise by groaning. "You couldn't have done that a bit gentler?" 

"Sorry, you annoyed me." He gives me a sympathetic smile. This is just like a movie. Super hot kidnapper, who turns out to be 'sweet' and the victim falls for him, and they live happily together forever. Well, apart for the falling part. I don't think that is going to happen. 

"Do you know a Luke?" The voice I recognized has been bugging me all this time, but I was looking for an appropriate time to bring it up. Not that  this is an appropriate time, but I was getting tired. Mr Sweet's head snaps up, then snaps back to the blindfold in his hand. 

"No..." he mumbles.

"Really?"

"Yeah." 

"You are a crap actor."

"I know. That's why I'm not the main guy of this operation." 

"Operation???" Can this be any more like a movie? "Whatever, where is Luke?"

"He is the main guy of this operation."

"I fucking knew it." That asshole, leaving me on my own and then coming back and kidnapping me. He only knew I would be at the skate park because of our numerous dates there.

"Wait, it could be a different Luke. Don't jump to conclusions. Whats his last name?" I look at him, cock my head and put on a face that says 'Really?' 

"Hemmings." 

"Oh." I try to stand up, but then realize my hands and legs are tied to a pole. 

"Could you untie me?"  He looks at me for a while, looking at my face, then trailing down my body. He repeats the same pattern again, then moves forward, and unties the countless knots in the rope. He stands right in front of me, blocking my way, as if he expects me to try and run. Well, he probably does expect me to. "I'm not going to run away, honestly. I'm pretty sure I would be no match for those." I say, softly to add to the sound of truth, while nodding towards the large masses of muscle that makes up his arms.

"Like them?" I wrinkle up my nose, and act like I am deep in thought. After half a minute, I shake my head.

"Rather have soft arms." He rolls his eyes, and then all is silent for a long time.  It feels like hours, but has only been like 20 minutes before something crosses my mind, that I need an answer to. "Wait, so if Luke is the main guy, where is he?" 

"Oh, hes back at the house, preparing for your arrival."

'What house..... what?" Its pure confusion, honestly. "Preparing for my arrival? Dude how much like a movie is this?"

"Yeah, um, let me explain from the start." He rubs his hands together, then sits down on the van floor and opens his mouth to speak. "When Luke moved away - he told me everything, by the way- he moved just a couple of cities away from here. He moved because his mum had a job offer there. I don't know why he didn't tell you. But um... on the way, their car collided with a truck. Supposedly, the whole family was knocked unconscious. When Luke came to, nobody else was in the car. His parents were gone. Me and my older brother, Josh were driving on the same road, about half an hour after the crash occured. We obviously pulled over to have a look, and heard Luke screaming out for help. We got him out, took him home. Me and my older brother, we lived alone in a huge house. Now this next part is going to be very hard to believe but our father, who died also in a car crash - which is why we related to Luke so well , was a pretty rich man, lawyer and husband to a pretty successful model. He left all his money to us, and the house. We kinda formed a gang."

"A gang!"

"Yeah yeah but not like a gang that commits crimes, so chill out."

"Um, you kidnapped me, that's a crime."

"Doesn't count. Anyway, for a year Luke was depressed, like really depressed. We had no idea why, until one day we decided enough was enough and made him tell us. Turned out he missed you. We said we would help get you back."

"And your plan was to kidnap me?" 

"Yeah. Well, not at first. We were just gonna drive down here and get you, but Luke told us something about you. And that was your damn stubborn personality. He said you never would have left with us, even if you did believe us about knowing him, because you would have been too pissed at him."

"That may be true."

"And um, when you see him, remember he isn't the 16 year old Luke you knew anymore, he is very insecure. And you know, hes not very happy anymore. But of course, you will be able to fix that."

"What if I cant? What if I don't want to see him? What if I don't love him anymore?" Mr Sweet smirks, and then softly smiles.

"But you do still love him, don't you? I could tell every time I said his name. There was pain in your eyes. If you didn't love him, it would cause no pain." Dammit. So much for my acting skills. Eyes can always give away your facade.