Harry
Of course I was ashamed. How could I be pleased with myself? When it was over, his words never struck me so hard before. And they kept replaying in my mind like a broken record, but I was too dazed to turn it off.
Why couldn't you just have killed me?
Why would he say that? It pained me to even think that I put someone like him through so much pain to the point where he rather be dead. I felt terrible, and knowing I had forced myself upon him only made things worse. How could I possibly get him to ever love me if I continued to do this? He wants to go home. He wants to go back to school, see his friends. But if he goes home- he'll tell the police, he'll tell his friends. I'll get caught, and how am I suppose to explain why I kidnapped him in the first place? I would be put in a mental home!
I should be in a mental home.
-Max-
"Max, shhh it's going to be okay." Miley tried to sooth me as I cried at the table in Niall's apartment. The police were here investigating and trying to get as much information out of me as possible, but I was too much of a mess to really function at the moment. Niall was stolen, Niall was taken by some sick bastard.
"Mam, when was the last you heard from your friend?" The police asked Miley. She continued to rub my shoulders and speak with the detective.
"Two days ago. Just like Max."
"He didn't say anything about going anywhere? Or of anyone harming him? He didn't mention anything suspicious at all?" He asked her.
"No. He didn't. Not to me anyways."
"Was your friend acting depressed at all?" He asked her. And suddenly everything clicked. Niall might have been depressed, it would explain why he never wanted to come out and socialize, it would explain his buzz kill attitude... But he would have told me if he was depressed.... Right?
"No. He's always been-"
"Wait." I cut Miley off. The detective looked at me, waiting for the information I was about to give him.
"Niall didn't like to go out. We were always inviting him down to the bar to have a couple drinks with us and he always rather stay inside and do his homework or something. Come on Miley, it all makes sense now! The reason why he is such a buzz kill sometimes."
"Max- I don't think Niall was depressed. Niall's never been the type to really go out and party all that much. He's a quiet guy." Miley said. I began to cry again, how were we suppose to find him? How? This was impossible.
"Can't you track his phone?" I asked the detective.
"We have already tried. The phone is off or dead so as of right now we can not track it until we get back to our office with our more advanced equipment." The detective explained.
"Detective-"
"Please call me Andrew." He insisted.
"Okay. Andrew, I think Niall was kidnapped." I said. Miley looked at me wide eyed, she didn't want to believe it herself but we both knew it had to be true.
"His books, laptop, I mean- everything is left here. And it's left the way he always leaves it. You don't find that odd?" I asked Andrew.
"Sir, right now- we need to find out as much information about the last place he has been and who he was with at this point. Yes we have people tracking his phone and searching the apartment, but that doesn't give us much evidence as to who would have taken him- if he was kidnapped."
I sighed. This was hopeless, no one was going to help me find my friend. They were going to try and help but we all know that it would end up being just me trying to find him.
"Plus, your friend is over the age of 18, so he is an adult and we can't do much about him leaving without contact- he is no longer a minor." He explained.
"Bullshit! He was kidnapped! Someone took my best friend!" I was pissed, standing from my chair and screaming in the detectives face.
"Max! Calm down!" Miley tried to get me to sit, but I couldn't. I was fuming with anger. Someone had taken my best friend and there was no way in hell I would rest until I found him.
-Niall-
Day 4-
These four days have been the longest of my life. Every single second feels like and hour, and every single minute feels like a lifetime. I don't know the name of the woman who keeps bringing me food and things to do, but she is becoming more and more of a bitch. I don't have my guitar yet, and I honestly don't know if I'll ever get one. But I should, my kidnapper said that he likes a man who plays guitar... Maybe I'll get lucky.
My kidnapper raped me yesterday. It was a terrifying experience, but it could have been worse. He was gentle enough for me, but I know that in the future, if I am still here, things will get worse. When I was allowed to take my blindfold off, I noticed hikies up and down my chest and neck. Looking at them makes me cringe, I feel so violated. Because I am violated.
I still have no clothes besides my boxers, and I haven't taken a shower yet. There is a bathroom down here, but it just has a toilet, sink, and mirror. No shower. No window... No nothing. I feel as if I am going insane inside of this little room, but I know there is not much I can do. At least I have books to read and note books to write in. I feel my writing can only get better and my hand can only get more sore at this point, there is nothing left for me. But I'm hoping if I can make it out of here, maybe I can share this story with the world, and people will eat it up like the reality slobs they are.
Of course I'll have to edit that part out....
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{A/N} POWER IS BACK ON! Yayyyyy
I made it! The power was only out for 12 hours and I've been at my grandmothers house using her generator and wifi 👌😎
The wifi didn't actually work until the cable came back on... So I guess I actually made it 12 hours without using the Internet.
I'm proud okay? It's been a while since I've done that.
Anyways. Yay for another shitty chapter! Idek why people read this tbh. This is not my best writing at all. Lol, but I'm not complaining! I LOVE THE VOTES SO THANK YOU!
And yay for 3 different point of views in this chapter!!!!
Okay I'm gonna go now.
Love you! And btw the storm is NOT over lol. There is hella flooding going on so idk if the power will go back out or not, but if I don't update... That's probably why.
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Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)
FanficStockholm Syndrome noun, Psychiatry. 1. an emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage as a result of continuous stress, dependence, and a need to cooperate for survival. {A/N} Some people might not be able to read chapter 2, idk y but you...