Stockholm Syndrome || h.s

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"Here we are.." After a long drive, full of silent cries, and uneven breaths, we pull into the driveway of what seems to be a white castle

It takes me a moment to realize that we've just driven past a moat. Why does he need a moat? To stop people from coming in his house? I feel like he can read minds because as soon as the thought comes to mind he answers, "I have a moat to prevent anyone from creating tunnels to escape.. If.. that's what you're wondering."

Escape from what?

I let the thought slip past my mind and take a moment to let the scenery set in my eyes. There is no way this is his home.. It's the most beautiful building I've ever laid my eyes on "you're... Royalty?" I ask shocked completely that someone who looks around my age can have so much

He narrows his eyes and his eyebrows lower, almost as if he's mad, but it looks more like a concentration face.. "To some, I presume.. But I don't want you to see me that way. I mean, you're already royalty in my eyes.

Is this guy really serious? That has got to be the most corny thing I've heard in my life. I fake a smile and let out a feigned cough, "Can we get out of this car? I'm having a bit trouble breathing.."

He stares at me for a moment and then he nods. He opens his door and waves his hand in the air, and not even two seconds after, two men dressed in Hunter green tail coats rush to my door, opening it and greeting me with warm hellos.

"Would you like me to take your coat?" One asks. I decline as nice as possible and follow Justin, the last person I'd like to be with right now, and who's already walked passed the case of stairs and through the gatehouse (a/n: GateHouse- Main entrance to a castle)

He comes to a sudden halt when he reaches the center of the hall, which I've payed no significance to yet

He turns to face me and I take a step back when I realize how close we are, but that only makes him step closer to me and snickers, "Uh, Danielle, do you like it so far?"

"Hm? Oh.. Uh"- I let my eyes drift off of his chapped pink lips and to the mural painted ceiling, where hangs a crystal chandelier. Probably one of the most beautifully painted things I've ever seen in my life. But I won't let him get too full of himself - I simply nod and his lips form into a line, indicating that he wasn't satisfied with my answer

"Well, I'll have one of the maids escort you to your headquarters then." And with that, he clears his throat, waves his hand in the air as he did outside and walks off into an endless hallway, only lit by candles.

A red headed girl who looks like she is probably in her early twenties walks toward me with a feign smile etched from cheek to cheek. I wonder how she got here. Was it voluntarily? Is she in the same situation as me? And she's being forced to stay here- not for her own being, but so Justin can feel a feeling of dominance? I'm overthinking it, she probably got hired or something

She motions for me to follow her up the spiral staircase, which I do. Because at this point there's really no way I can get back home. At least not this second.

We walk down a long hall. I examine the self portraits on the walls, all of these people are probably Justin's ancestors, I mean, they've all got the same eyes and lips..

The paintings go all the way down to the edge of the hall, but I don't get to see the last ones, because we stop in front of a large black painted door

She opens the doors and my jaw has troubles staying up. If this place wasn't the home of some psychopath, it would actually be pretty decent.

Who am I kidding? Decent isn't close to a fitting word for this place. It's jaw dropping.

The room has one of the crystal chandeliers on top of the bed, that is covered by white hanging sheer silhouettes

There's at least 10 drawers, as I can see. And a closet. Which I'm about to find out what's inside..

I turn my head to say thank you to the maid for walking me up here but when I'm turned around she's replaced with someone else, a male.

The fake smile plastered on my face fades. He's definitely not a maid, nor is he female

He's probably s friend of Justin's, there's no way he's related. There's no related features.. This guys jaw is more defined. He's got a little beard and a slight mustache, but it looks great on him. He's not pale like Justin is, in fact, he glows. His hair is perfectly swept up and you can't even tell if there's anything holding it up other than itself.

His eyes are a mesmerizing shade of brown. In other words, he's gorgeous

"So I see you've found your room" he circles around me, eyeing me up and down. Great, he's one of those kind of guys. The kind that materialize girls and use them as toys, or dolls even.

I nod in response and he stops once he makes a full 360 around me. I send him an annoyed glare and he chuckles, shortly extending his hand out for me to shake afterward,

"m' Zane"

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So, I know this is a Justin and Demi fanfic, but what's a fanfic without a little triangle? I know you're probably like "what the fvck why a one direction member" well, honey he's what I imagine "Zane" too look like, IM AWARE HIS NAME IS SPELLED ZAYN OR ZAIN (birth) SO DONT BE ALL MEAN ABOUT IT PLEASE. I JUST WANTED TO CHANGE IT UPIdk lol it's 12am and I have to wake up in 5 hours so. Night