Stockholm Syndrome (Niam Horayne AU) (BoyxBoy)

Prologue

"Zayn, Zayn, stop, please!" Niall begged, tears flooding down his face. Zayn had somehow got into a fight with a man about his age, possibly older, and there was blood pouring off both of them. The mystery man was stronger than Zayn, for he was clearly winning.

Zayn couldn't stop like Niall was begging for him to do; the other man was throwing punch after punch at Zayn's face, chest and stomach. The man had short brown hair, and a beard. He looked pretty hot, in more ways than one for his forehead was dripping with sweat, but Niall couldn't help but think he was pretty good looking, for someone who was beating up his boyfriend. It was at this thought that Niall felt kind of guilty, because his boyfriend was being beaten up, and he was checking out the guy who was doing the beating.

Zayn teared Niall away from his thoughts as he suddenly stopped fighting, apparently passed out.

"ZAYN!" Niall yelled rushing towards him, but he was stoppped by the stranger, who knocked him out cold with one clean punch across the face.

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Niall opened his eyes into a cold, dark, brown coloured room. His body was slumped in a corner, two cold walls pressing against his, for some reason, bare back. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the slight light seeping in through a small window high up at the side of the wall, metal bars across it.

At this, Niall began to panic and tried to sit up, finding his hands to be tied up in black cloth. As he looked down, he found he was naked, except for his boxers. At this realisation, he shivered. His legs had goose bumps from being laid on the cold hard floor, which felt damp and musty against his skin. In fright and coldness , Niall began to shake and shudder, tears falling from his eyes as he whimpered.

He wanted to call out, scream, but his throat was dry. And he was afraid, so afraid, of who would come and rescue him, who would come to see what was going on. His feet were also tied, he discovered, as he tried hopelessly to stand, however he just fell back down again. Niall was in complete panic mode now. He rocked back and forth, trying to warm up at the same time. His breathing got heavy and the ground and his legs were a blurr as he tried to breathe and blink away tears that wouldn't stop flooding down his face.

He swallowed any saliva he could get, to try and moisten his throat, and after managing this, screamed. He screamed as loud as he could, his lungs burning as he did so, his whole body pulsating with fear. He couldn't see now, tears covering every vestige of his face, the water was soaking in and only making him colder. His body was covered in goose bumps and various arm hairs stood on end because of the cold.

"ZAYN?!" He called out hoping his boyfriend would hear his calls. But nothing moved and no sound was made. "Help." Niall said, his voice weak, as timid as a mouse, no-one would be able to hear him. "Someone help me." He sobbed.

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OMG OMG OMG! I'm so excited for this story;

So, here is how this story's gonna work, it's a little tad complicated.

At the beginning of each chapter, Niall will be dreaming, but he is technically re-living a memory which has been twisted, like dreams often are. The flashbacks will start right when he and Zayn get together, up until the fight at the beginning of the prologue.

At one point, there will be a flashback in Liam's P.O.V but that will be way way further in the book.

I'm seriously looking forward to this book guys! Hope you enjoy it :D