Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Max

"Hey. Have you seen Niall?" I asked Miley when I sat down in AG class. Miley was finishing up some last minuet homework on the cow's four stomachs or some shit, I don't even think she noticed me talking to her.

"Yoo who! Miley!" I waved my hand in front of her face.

"What Max?"

"Have you seen Niall? He's been gone for two days. I haven't seen him around or heard from him. I'm worried." I explained. It wasn't like Niall to not communicate with his friends. Sure he didn't socialize a lot and he didn't like to have fun with us- he'd rather stay inside with a pizza and a movie on the weekends- but he never went a day without talking to me....

Or one of his friends...

Maybe it was just me. Maybe I did something.

"No?" She didn't seem concerned what so ever.

Was I the only one who found this odd?

"Miley. I haven't heard from him in two days. His car hasn't even been on campus." "Then go to his flat. See if he's home." She mumbled whilst writing down answers on her homework. Miley loved Niall, she adored her little gay best friend... Why was she acting like this?

"Do you even care?" I asked.

"He's probably just sick or something."

"Then why wouldn't he text me and ask me to get his work?" I asked. This didn't seem like Niall at all. And the more I thought about it, the more I began to worry.

"Before you jump to conclusions on anything. Go to his flat. He's probably just sick."

I didn't like how relaxed she was. I was thinking about getting up and leaving the class right now just to go to his flat and see if he was there.

"Okay." I breathed.

***

I decided to skip my next period, I couldn't wait till lunch. I drove my car over to Niall's flat and was over and beyond relieved when I saw his car. At least he didn't go anywhere major. Like leave the fucking city of London... Or the fucking country or something.

I got out of my car and made my way towards the apartments he stayed in. I walked up to his door, knocking on the wood feeling pretty confident that he was home.

I waited a couple seconds....

That turned into a minuet.

So I knocked again.

Maybe he was sleeping....

Another minuet went by.

I knocked again, louder this time. There was no answer.

Okay....

Don't panic.

Maybe he's in the shower or something.

Maybe he went on a walk?

I knocked louder this time, probably disturbing the other residents around him but I didn't care.

"He's not home you fucker! Go away!" The lady next door yelled out her window.

"He's been missing for two days! Shut the fuck up!" I yelled back.

I reached into my pocket and searched through my key chain. I had like seventeen thousand different keys and key chains on this thing and I knew one of these keys had to be Niall's spare.

He gave me one last year after he locked himself out of his apartment and Miley was out of town so he had no spare key.

I forgot about it till now.

I tried a total of nine different keys before I found the right one and unlocked his door.

"Niall!" I yelled once inside. I didn't call for him like a question simply because I was trying to convince myself to calm down, that he was still here.

"Hey Niall! You okay?" I called out.

There was no answer. I didn't hear a tv on in his bedroom, everything was shut off in the living room... The kitchen light was off... I didn't hear a shower running.

"Niall?" I asked this time. My heart rate increased. What happened to my best friend? Where is my best friend?

I pulled my phone from my pocket, calling his number.

"Hey you've reached Niall, can't come to the phone right now so leave me a message and I'll call ya back."

Voicemail.

Shit.

His phone was obviously off so I didn't call it again. I did send him about a million text messages in hopes that when his phone was back on he could give me a call.

I searched through his apartment to try and find any sign of him. There was nothing. His bed was made, room clean.... His school books and bag was left in his room though. His lap top by his bedside charging.... His phone charger still plugged into the wall...

He obviously hasn't been home in two days because this is the way he left it....

Two days ago.

I picked up my phone again, dialing a different number this time.

"911 what is your emergency?"

"I would like to report a missing person."