Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

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Harry

I watched from the doorway as he played another song on his guitar I bought for him. Every once in a while he would miss a note due to the fact he had a blindfold on, but he quickly corrected his mistake and continued on with the song after mumbling a sorry to me.

"It's fine." I said. I walked towards the bed, grabbing the neck of the guitar and stopping his beautiful playing.

He looked up at me, well- not at me- he was looking in the wrong direction but he thought he was looking at me.

I put the guitar down and let my finger run over the edge of the blindfold. I wanted to take it off, I wanted to look into his beautiful blue eyes but I could never let him see me.

His breath hitched in his throat when I began to run my finger along his jaw line. I stopped, staring at him as he waited for my next move.

"You're so beautiful." I mumbled. His lips parted as if to say something, and then they closed.

I waited, seconds that felt like minuets and then he spoke.

"I wish I could say the same about you."

-Niall-

Day 17-

I'm not going to lie. I feel sympathy for my kidnapper. Call me crazy, go ahead- I know I'm crazy. I am absolutely fucking insane for feeling the slightest bit of feelings besides anger or fear towards him. But I do, I feel sorry for him.

There's obviously something wrong with his brain if he thinks kidnapping me was the right thing to do. I know I know him, or at least maybe I've met him. There's no reason he would just kidnap a random grown man and then spend all this time just talking to him. And he won't let me see him, I should be able to see him. And the first day I was here, he said he's always wanted me and now he was going to have me. So- even if I somehow don't know who he is, he knows me.

This experience is nothing like what I've read or heard on the news. I haven't been beaten, although I am still scared that I will be. I've been raped- yes- but unlike the other stories, it's only happened twice to me and I've been here 17 days. I've been able to shower, I have food, I have a guitar- books to read, notebooks to write in- I'm in good hands.

To get to my point again, I feel sorry for him. If he wanted to get to know me, he should have simply asked me on a date. He shouldn't have kidnapped me. And he certainly shouldn't be treating me so nicely. It's sad that I prefer the company of my own kidnapper/rapist than the royal cunt, who is suppose to be nice, who brings me food and the supplies I need.

My kidnapper is gentle, he speaks as softly as he touches and he makes me comfortable. I so desperately want to know who he is, I want to see him and be able to touch him. As crazy as it sounds....

I think I'm falling for my kidnapper.