Stockholm Syndrome - narry (READ REMAKE!)

Chapter 5

Patricia if your reading this fuck off. Ily. But seriously go away and stop reading or I'll fight you. Don't read my stories.

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My eyes shot wide open from the loud slamming noise downstairs following by a massive bang. I heard heavy violent foot steps coming up the stairs. I whimpered and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. My breathing became irregular once the door clicked open then shut closed silently. I heard footsteps go into the closet. Few minutes later I felt the bed sink in. I built up the confidence to see who it was. I gasped. It was Haz but...

His right eye was swollen and had cuts on his lip and forehead. His knuckles were bruised also with cuts on them. I had no idea what came over me but I wanted to help him. His facial expression was blank but I could tell he was angry which made me afraid. I got up and grasped his hand, taking him to the bathroom. I set him down on the toilet seat.

Before he could protest, I covered his mouth with my hand.

"I'm trying to help you."

I went through his bathroom cabinet and grabbed a small towel and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. I rummaged through his cabinet trying to find some bandaids and bandaid wrap for his hands. I finally found them all the way in the back corner.

Great place to put them.

I treated his cuts first. I dipped the bottle of hydrogen peroxide onto the small towel. I softly dabbed the towel onto the cuts. He didn't flinch or seem to feel any pain so I continued on his face. Our eyes made contact which was awkward so I coughed and continued.

I bandaged his small cuts in his face then I moved on to his hands.

I repeated the same process with the peroxide and dabbed his hands. This time he did actually flinch since the ones on his knuckles are deeper. I tried to be as gentle as I can to treat his cuts. I started wrapping his knuckles with the bandage warp. The last thing he needed to be treated with is his eyes.

"Do you have an ice pack somewhere?" I asked as I finished of wrapping his knuckles.

"It's downstairs."

"Oh." I bit the inside of my cheek. He sighed and rummaged through his pockets and gave me the key to his door. I was a bit shocked.

How could he trust me so easily?

I nod and head downstairs. Once I got there I went straight to the kitchen. I looked in his freezer and nothing. I didn't want to waste time so I grabbed the frozen vegetables. Before I went upstairs the door caught my eye. He gave me his keys. My ticket out the door. The was an deep dent in the wall. Haz must have punched the wall but why?

I don't know why I didn't just leave. The best chances I had and I didn't take it. My brain told me to go and run as fast as I can but everything else in my body told me to go up there with him.

He was still sitting on the toilet. For some reason looking adorable. I shake off the thought and went to him.

"I didn't find an ice pack so I got these."

"Thanks." He mumbles.

I put the frozen veggies on his swollen eye. Silence was among us as I awkwardly held it to his face. The swelling finally went down and I sent the pack on his bathroom counter.

"I'm going to sleep now." I mumbled. He nods.

I lay in his bed with a burning question.

Who did this?

Few minutes later Haz lays on the bed keeping his distance. I couldn't go back to sleep no matter how hard I try. I glanced at him to see if he was sleeping but he wasn't. He was just staring at the ceiling.

"What happened to you?" I asked quietly.

"Nothing." He lies.

"That's a damn lie. Who did that to you?" I sat up against the head frame.

"Nobody." He lies again. His voice is stern.

"Stop lying and tell me."

"Why do you even f.ucking care?" He says angrily.

"I-I don't know." I stuttered. Suddenly feeling scared cause of his voice. He sighs calming himself down.

"Why didn't you?" He sat up next to me.

"What?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Why did you stay? You clearly had the chance to run away. I was expecting you not to come back." He says almost in a whisper.

I averted my eyes from him.

My mind said run, but my heart and body said stay.

"You were hurt. I couldn't just leave." I half lied. It was true I wanted to help him.

"I want you to like me. I don't want to be the bad guy in your eyes." He looks straight into my eyes.

I admire his eyes.

"How? How could I like you when you took my life away from me?" I bit my lip to keep me from crying.

"I have my reasons. I can't tell you now. It's too dangerous. Niall you have to understand this."

I slip down laying back on the bed. Tears threaten to come down but I won't let them. I have to be strong for once in my life.

"Are you going to let me go when your done? Like those other people?" I croaked.

His eyes soften.

"Eventually."

My perception of him is confusing. Just days ago he was cruel and now he's being nice. What is he?

"I will say this." He lays back on the bed and turning his back towards me. "I'm trying to protect you."

What?

"What?"

He said nothing.

"From who? From what?"

"Goodnight Niall."

"Wait-"

"Go to sleep." He says harshly.

Back to normal I see.

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"So did you hear about his whereabouts sir?" A muscular man said as he walks around the room.

"No, but I have a feeling Styles knows about it."

"Sir, he's one of your most loyal employees."

"You are right about that. I do love Styles but he has his secrets."

"So what do you purpose sir?" The man stopped pacing around the room and bits his nails. The other man chuckles.

"Maybe we should visit Styles. Haven't been to his in a long time. "

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If you seriously talk about this at school i will fight you or won't talk to you or cut you.

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