Niall
Harry and I started spending a lot of time together for the next few days. Harry apologised every fifteen minutes for kidnapping me, and I tried reassuring him, but he was honestly beating himself up over all of it.
"So what are you gonna do about school?" He asked timidly, looking down at his knee. I began chewing at my bottom lip, completely unsure of what exactly I could do. I had my doubts that they would be okay with me dropping my courses and rejoining in a year or two. Maybe online schooling was an option?
"Do you think I could get them to let me do my courses online?" I asked him, running my eyes over his facial features. I watched as his eyebrows crinkled, and he started bouncing his knee. He started making faces, something he regularly did when he was deep in thought.
"They should," he finally said, looking up at me. "I mean, you've been doing all right in school, yeah? They should let you try out online schooling. I hope." I nodded and smiled at him, then reached out for his hand. I intertwined our fingers together and brought his hand up and kissed the back of it. He smiled at my action and let out a sigh of content.
"I have no idea how I got so lucky to have you," he told me, smiling wide. I returned the smile and stared at him with great admiration.
"I'm the lucky one," I told him. "But you got me by kidnapping me. So I guess something good came out of this whole screwy situation, right?" I stopped and started laughing and shaking my head.
Harry's eyebrows crinkled again as he looked at me with genuine confusion. After getting quiet, I spoke up:
"It's just... Liam and Louis were right," I told him. He looked at me oddly making me smile up at him.
"I've got Stockholm Syndrome."
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Luke (Because throwing you guys off is fun and someone on Insta recommend it)
Scared. That's literally the only word you can use to describe me in every situation. Zayn Malik made me the way I was. He forced me into his little gang when we met one night back in May. I didn't think much of it being eighteen and having nothing else to do. I couldn't hold down a job, I couldn't afford to get into University, I couldn't find someone to love.
I missed my family, something that is really hard to get over. I left everyone back in Australia to try and start out a great life for myself in England. That obviously didn't work out too well. I had gotten a job at American Apparel when I first arrived. It was down in the local shopping centre. It was great in the beginning. I earned a decent amount of money and was able to pay the bills for the flat I was renting. Eventually, I met Zayn. Zayn talked me into hanging out with him and his "friends." I had no idea they were a gang. We did normal stuff at first, hung out, ate out, went to the movies, normal teenage boy stuff. One day, they ended up getting me to steal from American Apparel. I don't even remember how that ended up happening and why I ever agreed to it, but I did and that fucked up my entire life.
I ended up having to move in with Zayn since I no longer could afford to pay rent. It sucked. Zayn was an absolute nightmare. Half the time he came home drunk or off a high from stealing. Sometimes he would come in with Damien attached to him and they would make their way down the hall to Zayn's room, and I'm sure you could guess what exactly went on.
Recently we were left to deal with Zayn's insane fits after his boyfriend left him. I really didn't blame Harry. I don't even understand how he could ever get someone to date him in the first place. The shitty thing was that we were stuck with Zayn screaming and crying and getting drunk and high. I tried my best to keep myself busy. I went out with a lovely lad called Michael for a few nights in a row. He was an absolute gentleman, and he was even Australian just like me! We decided on the third night that we needed to go on a real date and not just head out to the pub for drinks.
