Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson AU) **ON HOLD**

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A/N so I don't really have much to say other than I really hope you enjoy this story cause I am gonna work extremely hard to make it perfect for you! My only warnings so far would have to be, smut (not that you mind ;) ), abuse, bondage, kinks, and foul language but I mean who doesn't get a little Larry feels from all that? Am I right? ;) I'm right! So anyways lovelies! Enjoy.... .xx

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Chapter 1 - Stalker

Harry's POV

Do you ever get that eerie feeling that you're being watched? Like when you're walking home and you hear the sound of steady footsteps trailing behind you, though every time you turn there's no one there.

When it's late at night and you're just about to crawl into bed when chills run up your spine. You search every square root of your room just to make sure there's no one there. You close your blinds and your closet, and you leave the bedside light on because for some reason it gives reassurance.

When you're at work cleaning tables for new customers and you can literally feel the intense stare of someone burning holes in the back of you. But once again, when you turn, everything seems normal.

Well I get those feelings everyday, I have for the past 6 months. You'd think I'd be used to it by now but the thought that someone could be watching me sends unpleasant shudders through my body. I've learned to cope with it, but the feeling still haunts me constantly.

Nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary has happened recently so I'm not exactly sure what it is that causes me to feel this way. Like I need to sleep with one eye open or constantly watch my back. I try to convince myself I'm just paranoid and I wanna believe that, but I can't. It's just that gut feeling.

Walking home from work tonight, I felt it again. I only lived about 15 minutes away from the restaurant so I didn't bother with taking my car, when the weather was nice I always walked. It was April now.

I had just left, it was my turn to close up and by now it had to be at least midnight seeing as my shift didn't end till 11:30. I was walking down the street on the busy side of town. It was pretty quiet at this time though, as usual, and I just had that spine tingling feeling. Brushing it off I told myself, it's midnight and pitch black, who wouldn't be a little frightened?

A sudden cool gust of wind makes me shudder and suddenly I'm a little more spooked. It hasn't been windy all day, why now? I picked up my pace a little, just wanting to get home, when I heard it.

The same annoying and freaky sound I always hear. The footsteps. I quickly whip around to see exactly what I expected, nothing. I blow out a puff of air in irritation. Am I fucking crazy or something? Chuckling flatly I shake my head at how ridiculous I'm being. No ones there Harry, you're just paranoid. My subconscious scolds me.

I really just need to get home and sleep. As I turn around to continue walking, I freeze in my tracks.

Closer to the end of the road stands a dark figure. Unmoving or speaking. I let out a quiet gasp as I try to persuade my feet to take me in the other direction as quickly as possible. But I can't. I'm frozen in fear. Who the hell is that!?

"Hello?" I call. My shaky voice echoes through the air. I know the mysterious figure heard me, I was definitely loud enough. Even if my voice came off as weak. I got no response as the figure turned to the side and slowly dispersed down a dark alley way.

My mouth dropped open in shock. That's dangerous right!? Alone in an alley way at midnight can't be good.

Before my mind could catch up my feet were already carrying me quickly down to the end of the street, halting to a stop as I stood timidly in front of the alley way. I couldn't see shit.

I took slow small steps towards it. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I squeaked. "Hello? It's probably not safe to be out here this late at night!"

"Maybe you should take your own advice." A raspy voice whispered in my ear. My whole body tensed, my skin erupting with goosebumps as warm breath creeped down my neck.

"W-who... Who are you?" I stuttered. They let out a dark chuckle before an arm was wrapped tightly around my neck and a cloth was shoved over my mouth. A strange aroma burned my nostrils as I tried to scream, but it was muffled by the cloth.

"I'm your worst nightmare." The voice growled before I fell limp, my world going black.